Category Archives: Amusing

Rejected again

So I got this email just now: By the time you read this, your man­u­scripts will have already been rejected. There’s no sense in ask­ing me why or what you could have done dif­fer­ently, because I’ve already moved on to other sto­ries. It wasn’t you. It was me. I — Awww, who’m I kid­ding… it was

Flickrblogging — 0463

Mar­garet?” “Yes, luv?” “Next time you buy tis­sues, would you be so kind as to buy the kind with the lotion in ‘em?” “And why’s that then?” “See, luv, when I get a cold, usin’ them reg­u­lar tis­sues is kind of like usin’ sand­pa­per to blow my nose.” “Oh Hubert, you exag­ger­ate so.” “I ask you, wife of mine,

So, again, Mr. TV, we meets.

TV: Com­ing up next on NBC: Amne­sia, the game show that tests the mem­ory — of you! Me: Should I trust the writ­ers of a pro­gram that couldn’t come up with a tagline that scans bet­ter, like, say, “the game show that tests your mem­ory!”? That, by the way, is a rhetor­i­cal question.

Google is funny

So I changed my lit­tle blog header the other day, to read “Spe­cial­iz­ing in treckle lans­ing dis­putes”. This is, if you don’t know, a nod to Ver­nor Vinge’s novel A Fire Upon the Deep, wherein a post­ing to the Galac­tic Net (also known as the Net of a Mil­lion Lies) from Arbi­tra­tion Arts Cor­po­ra­tion at

A blast from the past

Man, I haven’t heard this song in years. It’s called “Don’t Call Me Dude”, and it’s by the now-defunct Scatterbrain.

And his face, which was a paper-white mask of evil, sang us this song:

Well-done ama­teur music video for one of They Might Be Giants’ awe­some tunes. Enjoy. I know I did.

Comedy gold

Here’s one more rea­son that I love Cor­ner Gas: Hank, think­ing he’s psy­chic*, tries to explain the dis­turb­ing dream he had the night before. Hank: I just, I woke up with this uneasy feel­ing. Brent: You ate cot­ton candy and pep­per­oni for sup­per last night. It’s a won­der you woke up at all. ____ * Or

Viking kitties

So I’ve been work­ing in my base­ment for the last few weeks. This means I’ve been lis­ten­ing to rather more radio than I usu­ally do. There are two music sta­tions in town that I like, and in the car I’ll switch back and forth quite hap­pily between “Local Town’s Best Rock” and the col­lege sta­tion. But

Flickrblogging — IMG_6327

IMG_6327 Dis­cov­ered in calanimepho­tos’s Flickr pho­to­stream. She bris­tled at the name. “Robin? Don’t even— Don’t even talk to me about that lit­tle suckup. Don’t even men­tion his name. Seri­ously.” Rolling her eyes: “He spent like two days on the phones, then got pro­moted. Now I hear he does field­work. What is he, six­teen? Man, let

Election funnies

So there’s a provin­cial elec­tion com­ing up. The incum­bent party, the New Democ­rats, have decided to use “For­ward, Not Back” as a slo­gan in this elec­tion: Which makes me won­der if no one–no one–in their entire cam­paign appa­ra­tus has seen the Simp­sons episode where Kang and Kodos run for elec­tion on Earth: I mean, really. Some­times