I won’t post the photo, because it belongs to Bad News Hughes, but this album is funny. They can’t possibly be ballroom dancers, can they? Are they my forebears?
March 2009
Waltzes
Monday, March 30th, 2009Quandary
Sunday, March 29th, 2009There are all kinds of trade-offs here. Bigger brain means bigger head means crotch-rippers. No exercise means fat mama means tiny, harmless head means stupid baby. So do you want intact ladybits or a smart baby?
I say get the pinhead out safely and then educate the hell out of it.
Pope Twit IV
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009If the Holy Father was on Twitter, please God it would look like this.
Stripper, Band, or STD
Tuesday, March 17th, 2009Let’s play a game with some interesting names of foreign publishers, shall we? Here are the most notable ones I encountered during my former stint in foreign rights.
You decide which is the stripper, the band or the STD. Personally, I’m wanting to vaccinate myself against both Chungbum AND Vagionakis. Both sound unpleasant.
Chungbum (Korean)
Vagionakis (Greek)
Iztok Zapad (Bulgarian)
This last one always reminds me of Zaphod Beeblebrox, from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which is the only sci-fi I can tolerate.
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Wednesday, March 11th, 2009
From the new book “No Regrets: The Best Worst, & Most #$%*ing Ridiculous Tattoos Ever.”
With a foreword by Tobias. Oh yeah.
Grace in Small Things, part II
Friday, March 6th, 20091. It’s Friday. ‘Nuff said.
2. I quit my job last week. In the middle of a recession. I have further courted bad voodoo by choosing Friday 13 as my last day. But it’s been the best two weeks of my 5 years here, because I’ve had uplifting lunches with people I genuinely like, a clear idea of my exit strategy, and a significantly brighter outlook. I may be violating an Obama trademark on this word, but I actually feel HOPEFUL.
3. March is the birthday month of everyone I know, so there are things to look forward to all over the place.
4. My sister is in England! I’m delighted that she has slipped the frigid bonds of a long February in western New York. It may not be summer there, but at least there are delightful accents to listen to. Plus, unlike her first visit there, it is no longer necessary to pretend she’s Canadian. Now, people all over the world are buttonholing* Americans and thanking them for our regime change.
5. Last night I spent a lovely 2 hours listening to Welshmen read their writings at the NY Public Library. Came away with the very moderate goals of learning Welsh, moving to Wales, writing several books, reading the Mabinogion, studying British history and buying all of Owen Sheers‘ books.
Lechyd Da!
*I first encountered this bafflingly innocent word in a jacket blurb on the back of Chaim Potok’s The Chosen. Doesn’t it sound dirty, though?