Wednesday, September 30, 2009

metro conversation #2

premise: old woman talking to a mother about her kindergartener.

mother turns to son and tells him not to do something that day after looking at a chart in a composition book.

old woman: what's that?

mother: it's like a report card they send home everyday. he got bad marks for kissing a little girl.

metro conversation #1

premise: 2 octogenarians sitting on the bus discussing their housemate moving in with her boyfriend.

octogenarian #1 (in russian accent): she's 85 years old! i don't know why she needs a boyfriend... i don't need a man.

octogenarian #2: well some people just like companionship.

octo #1: i was married for 49 years and do not want any other companionship. stan was the man for me. i could could get fat and he wouldn't care. i could do no wrong in his eyes.

octo #2: ooh! and i bet you were feisty!

octo #1: how come you never got married?

octo #2: i was born during the women's rights movement. my mom was a housewife and i never had a model for a woman working and having a family. my dad did not want me to be a housewife like my mom.

end scene.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

SURPRISE!

it's a cracker barrel newsletter!

lucky you!

obligatory friendship

love = streaming npr

hate = constant rebuffering.

Monday, September 28, 2009

dear vice deputy director of depression,

I decided to seek medication to cope with my generalized what seems to only be describable as a "hate of a life of work and circumstance". Part of this condition includes malaise and a pointed negativity towards all things good or evil. this includes things I would normally consider funny or ironic.

Anyway, as you may know, I submitted my paperwork for processing to your team of well-educated professionals on life. I registered for your services, as it were.

The thing is, you seem to be a raging assholaholic. Perhaps this is because last week I attempted to avoid your services by seeking professional help, to no avail, as no psychiatrists in Miami appear to be accepting new patients.

Bottom line: I dont think it's funny (partly due to symptoms described above) that my therapist (who describes me as a non-emergency (see previous blog)) recommends her very own psychiatrist to me, much as I would not want to use her gyno.

Your services are shit. I hate you.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

dear sandy

thank you for the exuberant military salute from above

wilst I was in your roman helmet

Saturday, September 26, 2009

thanks obama

for the Teddy shout out!!!! WOOT!