Tag Archives: I may be the only one who finds this funny
Checking In With Peanut
Eden M. Kennedy: How’s it going? I see you have your head wedged beneath the refrigerator again. Peanut: It’s what I do. At first it was just a way to get some warm air up under my shell, but now … Continue reading
Mother of the Year
The other morning, in addition to Jackson’s regular breakfast of — oh, let’s say oat bran and prune juice, since no matter what I say someone will judge me for it so I might as well pretend I give him … Continue reading
This has been bothering me
No one is acknowledging John Updike’s influence on Justin Bieber’s style, and it just makes me SO MAD.
13 Ways of Looking at a Hamster
I The house was dark. The only moving thing Was the eye of the hamster. II I was of three minds Like a habitrail In which there are three hamsters. III The hamster whirled in its spinning wheel. It was … Continue reading
Here, watch me ruin something funny by trying to explain it
I know that not everyone digsĀ Kate Beaton (DANIELLE), but I am not one of them who doesn’t. I’ve been reading a book about comedy writing that Alice recommended, so I thought I’d take a minute to try to figure out … Continue reading
Yesterday Evening in the Grocery Store
Twentysomethings with tattoos and creative facial hair, when did you discover my neighborhood? It used to be just middle-class families who went to bed at ten and leathery beach rats who kept our one bar open. Now here you are … Continue reading
I looked it up
When I was in second grade I read “cousin” as “cow-sin” and I hid in the coat room fighting back tears, trying to figure out where Mrs. O’Neill was finding “cuzzin” in my borrowed Dick and Jane. And until last … Continue reading
Another List
. . . because paragraphs are for pussies. 1. My deodorant has “100% vegetarian ingredients.” 2. License plates I have known recently: (a) IAN VAGN = normally I can coax some meaning out of even the most truncated platespeak, but … Continue reading
pfffft
Ah, the first day of Fall. Nothing like celebrating the new season with deathless poetry. Leaf Whiz by B. Henderson the color of the leaves is like fluorescent cheese. the kind that squirts out of a can. pfffft.
One of the first things Jack claims to have fallen for was my vastly original record/tape/CD collection. I’ve got everything from Japanese plink-plonk to African hum-hum to Library of Congress yee-haw, as well as a big chunk of stuff so … Continue reading



