- 30 October 2008
- No. 3,046 (cartoon)
- Ive lost the will to live.
Dont try to cheer me up.
- 31 October 2008
- Luka told me she was flying to Texas this morning to participate in Worstfest. Just the idea of going to Texas was depressing, but what better place to hold Worstfest? The festival lasts ten days, barely enough time to scratch the surface of even the worst of the worst.
She described the festival as ten days of drinking beer and listening to tuba and accordion ensembles under the Texas sun; that didnt really seem to qualify as the worst experience one could have in that desert wasteland. I got confuseder and confuseder until we identified our common misunderstanding: Luka was going to Wurstfest, a celebration of all things Germanic with an emphasis on sausages and other tubular meats.
Tons of meat. Beer. More meat. Texas. Worst. Of course.
- 1 November 2008
- Lead-pipe Cinch
- It happened like this.
When an intruder broke into Brian Waldrons home, Waldron smashed the interloper over the head with a pipe. Waldrons lawyers called his reaction textbook self-defense.
Maybe yes, maybe no.
Then Waldron dragged the would-be burglar to the bathtub and cut off his arms, legs, and head. I can see why that would make a certain amount of sense; a headless limbless torso has never hurt anyone. And then, to make sure he was completely safe, Waldron buried the remains in the Sierra. David Mugridge, Waldrons attorney, acknowledged that the approach was not something normal.
Mugridge explained that his client did not have a chance to contact authorities. Despite the compelling explanations, Waldron is headed for a murder trial. If hes declared innocent, Im going to get a lead pipe and a hacksaw for those special occasions when a Glock just isnt enough.
- 2 November 2008
- Comparative Shopping
- Tracy accepted my offer to cook dinner for her, so we headed off to the cheap vegetable market. From there, we meandered over to the cheap bakery, then traipsed to the cheap fish shop. Finally, we ended up at the cheap liquor store. Most of my other friends would have tired of all the shopping, but not Tracy. Instead, she complimented me on being a savvy comparison shopper.
Im a comparison shopper, imagine that! All my other friends call me annoyingly frugal or worse; no one seems to appreciate that saving three or six dollars a day means an extra thousand or two dollars annually. Of course, the money saved by buying cheap wine is used to buy more cheap wine, but thats neither here nor there.
In any case, comparison shopper sounds much better than exasperating cheapskate.
- 3 November 2008
- The Sneck of the Smallie and Beyond
- Ive read very little of Will Selfs writing, but I like what Ive read. For example, heres a sentence from a recent piece describing a trip to Scotland.
On the other hand, Id been told all sorts of strange yarns about the island, including one concerning a crofter whose dog fell down a hole on the top of the Sneug, then days later reappeared from a cleft in the side of the astonishing giant groove, the Sneck of the Smallie, that runs down at an angle through the cliffs in the valley between the Sneug and the Noup.
I have no idea how he writes, but I wouldnt be surprised if he went all the way to Scotland just to use the words Sneug, Noup, and Sneck of the Smallie.
- 4 November 2008
- Obamas Real Agenda
- Barack Obama was elected to be the next president of the United States tonight. And then, just minutes after his victory was confirmed, he announced plans for his new administration that hed conveniently failed to mention during years of campaigning.
Obama casually said ... the new puppy that's coming with us to the white house ... as if mentioning that he put ketchup on his oatmeal, which, as an aside, he always does.
I shouldnt be surprised that Obamas a typical politician who waits to get elected before revealing his real agenda. A dog in the white house is exactly what America doesnt need.
The last time the United States wasnt fubar was when Socks the cat was in the white house. Its true that Socks didnt do much, but then a good cat doesnt need to prove anything.
Another dog in the white house; this cant be good.
- 5 November 2008
- Bolivian Oblivion
- Niklas befuddled me when he said matter-of-factly, We all fear Bolivians.
I dont fear Bolivians, not at all. Ive never given said South Americans any thought. I dont even know anything about Bolivians. Ive heard rumors about some of them being involved in the alkaloid trade, but thats of no interest to me or anyone I know. The Bolivians may grow coffee; thats a drug I can use.
As Niklas and I talked, I discovered my Bolivian thoughts were wasted since what he really said was, We all fear oblivion.
Fear oblivion?! What nonsense! Ive spent most of my life here in oblivion; the atmosphere here is most convivial and the waters of Lethe are most efficacious.
last weak |
©2008 David Glenn Rinehart