Archive for October, 2006
The circle is complete
Now my true intentions become clear. I mention anal bleaching on my site, Yahoo serves up the hot ads for it. So when HoleGlo hits the market, a slavering population will be in a frenzy for it. There’s no stopping it!
Those damned dirty apes!
The Damned Dirty Apes have returned! Fear the monstrous, ill-focused eyes of the hideously misshapen Will Ferrel!
A natural extension
We’re such an odd dichotomy in this country. We’ve got the religious right leery of anything more racy than hand holding and we’ve got the sexual Olympians that are leading the race to find new ways to decorate their naughty bits. Piercings aren’t enough, tattoos are damn near archaic.
First came anal bleaching, a term I’m [...]
The Name of the Rose
The Name of the Rose
by Umberto Eco.
Apparently if you read this you’re instantly pretentious. How can I pass up that offer? Also, supposedly makes you feel dumb and is hard to read. It doesn’t and isn’t.
Montreal exacts its revenge
Montreal is fiercely protective of its good name, that much is certain. No more than 2 hours after I wrote that last post, lamenting the less than pleasing stench suffusing its streets, it frankly got me good.
I mentioned I was hitting the sack early as I had an early flight to catch. I followed that [...]
Smelling progress
Smell tends to solidify memories more than any other sense. Everyone has a certain smell that will, without exception, immediately spark a memory as solid as bedrock, bringing it up in startling clarity. There’s a certain cologne that I used to wear that, upon smelling it on someone in passing, I am engulfed in nostalgia [...]
With fists raised at the flying aluminum tubes
A thought occurs to me as sit rather uncomfortably slumped in a modestly padded chair at gate 31 in JFK airport: has there ever in history been an American Airlines flight that has arrived on-time? This is not an idle thought. It’s one that has been careening around my skull for the past 3 hours [...]
Look To Windward
Look To Windward
by Iain M. Banks.
A new Culture book? Heart, be still. Even a bad Culture book is better than, well, almost everything else.
