Monthly Archives: May 2004

I know a guy who, rumor has it, used to write about professional wrestling, and then he moved to California and did what all ex-wrestling writers do: he asked his fairy godmother to turn him into a yoga teacher. Specifically, … Continue reading →

How to look waif-like in 10 rather complicated steps. 1. Be born to at least one parent who carries the ectomorph gene. 2. Spend your high school and college years pretending not to be bulimic. 3. Get pregnant. Eat like … Continue reading →

Every day when I drive home from work I have to dodge through a tricky little section of road to get onto the highway. You have to sit there blink-a blink-a blink-a pleading with constant nonstopping oncoming traffic to slip … Continue reading →

Occasionally I take down a link to someone’s blog because they’ve stopped posting for various reasons: need a break, family crisis, don’t care about having a goddamned Internet presence anymore, everybody Just Fuck Off! Usually I’m adding links, though, and … Continue reading →

Yes, the fun just never stops here at Camp Fussy. Let’s see, what have we done today? Hung up some wrinkled shirts. Thrown out the usual astonishing array of empty bottles and cans. Dumped all the toys on the floor … Continue reading →

As far as the local gentry goes, John Cleese is the only one who both warms my heart and reminds me somewhat of my dad: tall, dark, and angry, but making the effort to tone it down somewhat in the … Continue reading →

If You Laugh, You’re Doomed. Jackson, in his car seat, while I drive him to school: “Fucking bullshit!” Me: “Hey! Don’t say that.” Jackson: “But I have to. Me: “Ah, Jesus. No you don’t. Where did you hear that?” Jackson: … Continue reading →

Well, it’s a sinus infection, I guess. I guess, or better yet, I guess. Me: . . . nothing I’ve used seems to help so I thought it might be a sinus infection. HMO “doctor”: (looks in my ears) Hmm, … Continue reading →