- 28 August 2005
- No. 6,917 (cartoon)
- I dont want to talk to you for the foreseeable future.
What does foreseeable future mean?
- 29 August 2005
- Dots or Feathers?
- Dots or feathers?
Thats the question Johanna asked when I mentioned an Indian friend of mine.
Feathers, I replied, then added, Do you ever worry about getting in trouble for that question?
Hell, no, Johanna replied. Anyone who worries about saying whats on their mind is already in trouble.
- 30 August 2005
- Unsound Guy
- Im Derek, the sound guy, the bearded guy announced when I arrived at the studio to photograph Tijannas bands video session.
Im David, the unsound guy, I replied.
Derek and I worked on our appropriate sides of the fence, and a very loud time was had by all.
- 31 August 2005
- Renées Timer
- I gladly accepted Renées dinner invitation. Renées not the best cook I know (and neither am I), but theres more to a pleasant epicurean evening than good food. And so it was that we were well into the second bottle of wine when I asked when wed eat.
The pizzas in the oven, Renée replied, Im just waiting for the timer to go off.
A few minutes later, the piercing shriek of fire alarm interrupted our conversation.
Dinners ready! Renée exclaimed.
A couple of minutes later, Renée and I were eating our slightly charred dinner. I was tempted to suggest that she not use a smoke detector as a food timer, but decided not to broach the subject. After all, no one likes to be told how to cook.
- 1 September 2005
- Tonguing Fiction
- Talia accused me of lying when I told her the story of the crazy cat trying to nurse a hairball.
Did you already read about it in my notebook? I asked.
I may have, she replied, I dont pay much attention to your little stories.
You do know that I sometimes fabricate tales, dont you? I continued.
Of course, Talia responded.
I wasnt lying about the cat, just now, I said, but it might be fair to say that I was penning a short fiction piece with my tongue.
Talia squinted, then huffed.
- 2 September 2005
- Wine Pill
- Greta inquired about my penchant for cheap wine, so I explained that it it had to do with function, not money.
Galileo alleged, wine is sunshine held together by water, but I disagree, I said. Wine is just an excipient, a delivery mechanism for alcohol.
Do you mean that youd stop drinking ale and wine if you could take a cheap, tasteless alcohol pill? Greta asked.
I usually have a quick answer for everything, even if I know its wrong. In this case, though, I was thoroughly perplexed.
Ill try almost anything once, I replied without answering the question.
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