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Audience Participation, Among Other Things.

1. On Thursday I drove to Howard County (locally: Hard Counnie, home of the Hard Counnie poe-leece and fahr department.) to have a look at some bedroom furniture I saw posted on craigslist. When I scheduled the appointment with the … Continue reading

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Creepy.

I woke up this morning from a dream within a dream: In the inner dream, I was voting, and weird stuff was coming up on the screen as I made my choice for president – extra names and such. One … Continue reading

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Unconditional Love

An hour or so before we were supposed to leave for Woodstock last Friday, Scott came in from the backyard, pale and wide-eyed, and said, “don’t look outside.” I knew immediately what had happened: Max caught and killed something. We’ve … Continue reading

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Shitty Job

A few weeks ago, Mrs. Boss found an enema bag under the bench outside the studio. It was full. Last week, there was a long trail of horse poop down the alley. What was a horse was doing outside a … Continue reading

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