Monthly Archives: January 2006
Appetizers and a silly hat
My folks threw me a graduation ceremony last night. It was frequently referred to as a fake ceremony, but since it focused entirely on me instead of a class of hundreds, I felt it was pretty realistic and merely prefaced the way that the world will no doubt focus on me me me from now … Continue reading
Sizzle, Fizzle & Fry, Ltd.
Sitting with my folks one day on the shore of Lake Como, the Moms noticed I was wearing her cross from her days as a Catholic girl. “I’m surprised that doesn’t burn your skin,” she said. I don’t know if my sinning has increased lately or what, but today the cross seems to be gradually … Continue reading
The other side of my job
Given the high level of responsibility of everyone around here, I sometimes wonder if it is hard not to hate the girl whose job it is to sit peeling tape off the old keys.
My conversation with The World’s Angriest Man
My boss at Company X is teaching a university class this semester, because, I can only assume, he has decided that sleep is for the weak. Naturally it is my job to smooth his way through the bureaucratic nightmare, me having had so much experience working in the nightmare itself, which led to the following … Continue reading
I cannot feed on people to survive! [Sees person. Eats person.] Augh!
When Anne Rice writes the plot and Elton John writes the music, I dunno, maybe some mental alarm bells should go off. Nevertheless, Michele and I cheerfully coughed up $40 apiece for back-row seats at Lestat.