I haven't posted since April 14, a little more than five weeks ago, because of matters that are more important than this blog. Some were personal. Others involved the health of some family members.
When things get back to how they were before, I'll post then. I might even post about those matters. At the least, I wanted to post one item this month.
In the meantime, watch this space. And enjoy the Memorial Day holiday and all the days of this summer.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
A Disconcerting Look
Gorman had a disconcerting look in his eyes.
When you saw his profile, it was as if his eyes always looked straight ahead and focused on the horizon. They rarely, if ever, looked to the side.
It was as if he didn't see you or you weren't around. Or it was as if he was trying to hide from you, or embarrassed or ashamed to be where he was.
When you saw his profile, it was as if his eyes always looked straight ahead and focused on the horizon. They rarely, if ever, looked to the side.
It was as if he didn't see you or you weren't around. Or it was as if he was trying to hide from you, or embarrassed or ashamed to be where he was.
No Good Answers
Some questions have no good answers.
One is: Were you a virgin before you were married? If you answer yes, you seem to be a loser. If you answer no, you're a slut.
Another is: When did you stop beating your wife? If you answer that with a date -- say, November 1, 2000 -- you're a wife beater. If you say you never beat her, you're a liar.
If I can think of any more, I'll post them.
One is: Were you a virgin before you were married? If you answer yes, you seem to be a loser. If you answer no, you're a slut.
Another is: When did you stop beating your wife? If you answer that with a date -- say, November 1, 2000 -- you're a wife beater. If you say you never beat her, you're a liar.
If I can think of any more, I'll post them.
If You're A Mofo
If you're a mofo, you love your mother -- but in the wrong way.
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If there's a near riot close to you, get away from it as far as you can.
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The lacerations of failure, of frustrations, and their deputies were on and in her face.
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She was one of those women who was a sorority sister at a second-rate of third-rate college -- a teachers' college that tried to dignify itself by adding the word university to its hame.
He wonder if she was naturally ignorant and stupid, or if alcohol and tanning sessions had affected her brain.
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A new word I heard lately is confusement. I think it's self explanatory.
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Love was the word that defined and dignified his desire.
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He made a mad dash to the door.
That's opposed to a sane dash, which is another name for a brisk walk.
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I said to Actress X: "You're always willing to get naked, and I'm always willing to watch."
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Put that bitch's body on a platform, make sure it's 10 feet off the ground, and let the buzzards feast on it.
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A band plays instruments. A group just sings.
So the phrase "boy band" is wrong, wrong, wrong!
Besides, you never hear of a marching group.
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Lust, for the male, is the only visible deadly sin because of the erect penis. It can be flaccid during the other ones.
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My friends drug me to what they called a gentlemen's club and what I called a titty bar.
While I was there, I saw a stripper who was so fuggly, I dressed her with my eyes.
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He once told a woman: "Shut your fucking mouth and close your fucking legs, bitch. No one wants to see your open holes."
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What is the cutoff age when kids stop being brats and start being punks?
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Meltage: The state of melting ice or snow.
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Cootage: The state of having cooties.
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The movie was bad. It wasn't released countrywide. More likely, it escaped.
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I don't date a crazy woman because I don't want to be a supporting actor in her psychodrama.
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I once owned an old T-shirt that's a few washings away from falling apart.
It wasn't on its last legs. It was on its last arms.
So I cut it up to use as rags.
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When he was a teenager in the early 1970s, a lot of his classmates left school at lunch time to smoke marijuana.
They were definitely putting the HIGH in high school.
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If there's a near riot close to you, get away from it as far as you can.
*
The lacerations of failure, of frustrations, and their deputies were on and in her face.
*
She was one of those women who was a sorority sister at a second-rate of third-rate college -- a teachers' college that tried to dignify itself by adding the word university to its hame.
He wonder if she was naturally ignorant and stupid, or if alcohol and tanning sessions had affected her brain.
*
A new word I heard lately is confusement. I think it's self explanatory.
*
Love was the word that defined and dignified his desire.
*
He made a mad dash to the door.
That's opposed to a sane dash, which is another name for a brisk walk.
*
I said to Actress X: "You're always willing to get naked, and I'm always willing to watch."
*
Put that bitch's body on a platform, make sure it's 10 feet off the ground, and let the buzzards feast on it.
*
A band plays instruments. A group just sings.
So the phrase "boy band" is wrong, wrong, wrong!
Besides, you never hear of a marching group.
*
Lust, for the male, is the only visible deadly sin because of the erect penis. It can be flaccid during the other ones.
*
My friends drug me to what they called a gentlemen's club and what I called a titty bar.
While I was there, I saw a stripper who was so fuggly, I dressed her with my eyes.
*
He once told a woman: "Shut your fucking mouth and close your fucking legs, bitch. No one wants to see your open holes."
*
What is the cutoff age when kids stop being brats and start being punks?
*
Meltage: The state of melting ice or snow.
*
Cootage: The state of having cooties.
*
The movie was bad. It wasn't released countrywide. More likely, it escaped.
*
I don't date a crazy woman because I don't want to be a supporting actor in her psychodrama.
*
I once owned an old T-shirt that's a few washings away from falling apart.
It wasn't on its last legs. It was on its last arms.
So I cut it up to use as rags.
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When he was a teenager in the early 1970s, a lot of his classmates left school at lunch time to smoke marijuana.
They were definitely putting the HIGH in high school.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Changes, Starting Today
I have decided switch from all lower-case letters in my posts. From today on, I'll use upper-case letters when it's appropriate.
I just thought this blog could use a change. Also, it was time to get more serious and less whimsical.
I'm not going back to apply this to all of my past posts. That would take up times better spent on this blog and other things. But I applied this to the posts I wrote earlier this month.
Also, I've created a new category for some posts. It's called Promes. They are posts that live in the gray areas where poetic prose or prose-like poetry meet.
Today, I've given some vignettes that label. Other changes might come later. I need to check some posts that could fit the new category.
I just thought this blog could use a change. Also, it was time to get more serious and less whimsical.
I'm not going back to apply this to all of my past posts. That would take up times better spent on this blog and other things. But I applied this to the posts I wrote earlier this month.
Also, I've created a new category for some posts. It's called Promes. They are posts that live in the gray areas where poetic prose or prose-like poetry meet.
Today, I've given some vignettes that label. Other changes might come later. I need to check some posts that could fit the new category.
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