Let's hope it really is just for a limited time.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Lost Underpants
Friday, November 06, 2009
I Finally Understand: Squirrels
Squirrels must be smarter than all other urban wildlife; they must have figured out that if they slow down in the least we will tame and hoard them as our pets. They must sense how desirable their big fluffy tails and bright money eyes are and how much we love them. One eyed me from the cafe garden gates, and if it had winked, that wink would have been all-knowing.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
In Summary

A) The Fonz (yes, Henry Winkler) and I concocted a business plan to benefit Orthodox Jewish women on Monday; B) I got to live out my childhood dream of acting as an airplane with the aid of a weightlifter on Tuesday; C) On Wednesday, I bought $13.15 of seaweed.
Tomorrow (Thursday): it's going to be 1989, and I'm already preparing the hair.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Be Yourself For Halloween
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Some Mantis To Watch Over Me
Hey there, enormous lady insect right outside my apartment door. I've heard tell you sometimes feel like eating men, mice, and hummingbirds, and do. Hence the confusion over whether to refer to you as "praying" or "preying." You've got good front limbs for being reverential, though, with or without some leafy temple. I wish you had access to the internet, so you could fill me in on which of the meanings I should ascribe to your sudden appearance: the importance of stillness and patience before making the right move? A sign that the opportunity I've been awaiting is arriving now? That I need to wear more green, or get my biceps in better shape to audition for that girl pirate movie coming up? For a minute there, you got worried I was after you, and with increasing speed starting scrambling off on those masterful paws. When I backed off and headed up the stairs you got still again and tracked me with your big, moony eyes. A day and a half later, I'm still thinking of you, hoping you'll stop by again to take out some cockroaches and use the English language to guide me.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Viva Los Girlparts: Germs, Clowns, or Dolls
Today's round of audition notices-for-the-masses in Hollywood were especially fruity. Today we 20-t0-30-somethings had the opportunity to speak out on our phobia of germs, clowns, or dolls.
If we have a big head, we could receive body painting in service of the big company led by a guileless mouse.
If we look like a realtor, there are many options (note: have we sold a house before?).
Are we willing to commit to a "rape portion" of a script, concluding with "lifelessness"?
Are we the elder of two sea-nymphs?
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