Sometimes all you’ve got is a gag, and no plot. And that’s exactly what I’m providing to you here (no charge) with some guesswork as to the surrounding circumstances that could be cooked up, were you to actually write something that had one of these. Some guy
Summer wasn’t all it could have been cracked up to be, is the way I’m looking at it now. I hate to poo-poo it, since it’s hardly ever worth true criticism, but it must be said: Summer 2003 never really came together. Or did it? Let’
The lights flickered, the computer blinked out (but not before I saved my Word doc! Ha!) there was a weird ‘chirping’ sound coming from outside the building. Something was definitely amiss. What was happening, however, was impossible to tell. What was pretty clear, however, was that I was going to
1. We visited friends this weekend in New Jersey. They had insisted we try ‘Fair Food,’ so, in all fairness, we tried all that we could afford. Not shown but also consumed: chicken on a stick, waffle ice cream sandwich, ‘maui punch’ made from goat milk. For more on Fair
Near my work there are these two parking lots. Well, one’s a lot and the other’s a garage, actually. But still, they’re in competition for any passing vehicles looking for a place to park. Both the lot and the garage employ a guy each who wears dungarees
From: zari Date: Mon Aug 4, 2003 1:25:02 PM America/New_York To: TMN You guys have jumped the shark. I had my doubts when you celebrated one year of daily publishing with that gay-ass video. The week off that followed was no big deal. It’s
1) Watched 8 Women on DVD last night, the second-to-latest film by François Ozon (his newest is Swimming Pool) and didn’t like it very much. I lasted through the film to learn who the killer was, and then turned it off, wishing I had spent the last
1. Under one of the windows in the living room, where I work at a desk in the corner, four guys in reflective vests and hard hats are ripping up the street with jackhammers. They wear earplugs for a reason: the jackhammer runs in 6- or 8-second bursts. Its
As we continue the staffing additions around here, we are happy to announce that John Warner, the inimitable, intimidating, and intransigent writer of this lot here (and about fourteen-billion other things everywhere else), has accepted our offer (mainly store coupons) and has signed on to be a contributing writer
It is with no small amount of joy that I introduce our new contributing writer: he of Defective Yeti fame, and writer of these fine stories here, Matthew Baldwin. Here you can read a little about him and see a photo of a guy wiping out on a bike, which
