Archive for September, 2008

Exercise in Futility

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

My brain feels like a wizened hazelnut. I think Buster, the yodeling chihuahua I spent the last week and a half wrestling into little sweaters, has a higher IQ than I do this morning. In fact, I’m quite sure of it. Buster has a very advanced vocabulary for a creature with such a little skull. [...]

What’s In a Name? Scar Tissue, Apparently.

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

Concrete Shoes, However, Are Not a Good Idea. Take It From Guido.

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

Do or Do Not…There Is No Try

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

Construction Paper Parable

Monday, September 15th, 2008

Dispatches From MooseVille

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

You Can’t Fight City Hall

Monday, September 8th, 2008

I Want To Be Ornery Too

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

My Lease Expires in Seven Months

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

I Miss The Dog

Monday, September 1st, 2008