Local blogger K. Larson has broken an unfunny streak with two recent posts, both of which were reasonably amusing, her friends report.

“The thing about MUNI that she clearly invented, the quoting from Sherlock Holmes, and that one entry complaining about her phone service that she posted and then took down again right away, those weren’t really very good,” said an anonymous source. “But I like the two new ones pretty well.”

“I liked the story about getting drunk,” another source told reporters. “I’m not too sure about this spate of fake news articles though.”

A random poll of internet residents has indicated that in spite of the recent fluctuations in humor value, they are still willing to check out Larson’s page on days when Sean has not posted anything, or has written something technical about baseball.

From Age of Humanism notebook:

The Tunning of Elenor Rumming (Skelton)

– drinking chickenshit makes you look younger

From Biological Anthropology notebook:

Anecdotal information unreliable. So he says.

From margin of Biological Anthropology notebook:

Possible jobs:

– waitressing

– customer service

– drunk?

consider applying for double major

A couple of MUNI cops ran a random scan on my train last night to ensure everyone was carrying a ticket. The lady next to me spent several minutes scouring her bag as they worked their way through the car and had emerged with two different transfers when the cops reached us.

“Ma’am,” said one of the cops wearily, “I’m going to need a transfer that’s valid for today, November thirtieth.”

“These are valid,” the woman insisted.

“You’ve got one here for November tenth, and it looks like another one for November twentieth.”

“Which makes thirty,” the woman said, triumphant. “Can’t you do math?”

They were still arguing when I left the train.

Last night I had dinner at Katie’s hose. My job was to seed the pomegrantates.

Tp seed a pomegranteat, you pyt it in a bowl of water and break it oen gently with your thumbs, then scrape the seeds out. The seeds go to the bottom and the rest, thwe pomehrante body, gloats to the top.

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I don’;t know what’s happening to my fingers here. I have eleected to leave inb all thes tupos which are no eing done on purpose and are sort of interesting. To me. I have not been drinking. Am I having a fit of some kind or what’s going on?

My hands say on the keyboard while my fingers gloat to the top.

See Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

On Bush’s upcoming meeting with the Iraqi Prime Minister

From Time.com

“National Security Adviser Steve Hadley told reporters on Air Force One on the way to Estonia that Bush will be a good listener at the meeting.”

Hadley added that Bush also planned to use his inside voice during the proceedings, and had promised this time to request an adult to accompany him if he needed to make wee.

During the proceedings, Bush laid out a strategy for the U.S. involvement in Iraq by drawing a line in the sand and suggesting that “this is our side and that’s your side.” When the Iraqi Prime Minister later accidentally crossed the line on his way to the coffee cart, Bush burst into tears and had to be taken outside.