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I’m leaving for Portland in the morning, and really looking forward to to seeing those of you who I’m going to see there (how’s that for a self-contained sentence?).
Meanwhile, please enjoy a new website which I’m going to be contributing to. Ladies and gentlemen…. The Nosebleeds!
For a sportsfan/comic like myself, this is somewht ideal […]

I only wrote one of these, and they are best appreciated in sequence.
Ricky and Ashlee
Not an attractive couple
They’re gone. I’m not sad.
no one remembers
the leaves of last year’s autumn
or benji schwimmer
The footwork of Fred
The mug of Don O’Connor
Why’d he drop his pants???
Hot Tamale Train
Inside Mary Murphy’s Mind
Next Stop Crazy Town

Perhaps you remember the famed “Angry Screaming German Kid.” He’s a YouTube celebrity - one of those pieces of “candid” video that found its way onto the internets and created fame where it was least expected or deserved.
[Warning: If you haven’t seen the Kid, turn your sound way down before clicking the above […]

INT. FUTURISTIC LAB - DAY
ADAM lies on an operating table in a high-tech medical lab. Wires and tubes connect him to an impressive array of machinery, and fluids and visible, crackling electrical currents flow in and out of his body. Technicians in white coats and surgical masks attend to him, turning dials, fastening […]

I was doing a little reading about Presidential inaugurations, and at one time they really kicked ass. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there were more than a few kicks to be had at GW’s last “Spurs and Saddles Blackhat Gala,” especially when those kids of his got near the working oil rig spurting […]

It’s no secret that I’m a big fan of bad movies. Or at least, clearly it’s not a secret any more, not after typing the previous sentence. So I’m proud to say that this weekend, my friends and I attended (and voted in) the 27th Annual Razzie Awards.
I left sorely disappointed. You […]

My husband Bruno and I don’t have children, but we go and see each and every Pixar movie anyway. They’re good, and in LA, you never know when you’re going to run into John Ratzenberger socially.
Bruno liked “Cars.” It was zippy, and all the cars were actual cars, he tells me, each a cunning reference […]