Skater boy

As I was driving past Skater's Edge, a shop located in the heart of fabulous Manch Vegas, where skaters buy boards, accessories (extra wheels? lubricant? what does a skateboard need?) and oversized, overpriced threads resplendent with graphic designs, some young skate pup had the temerity to hold up traffic so he could get a running start for a trick he executed.

Which ellicited this response from me:

Skater-boy, skater-boy skate away home.

Your homework's on fire and your iPod is gone.

It was a great trick, though.

Some day, love...

World's Fattest Man Gets Hitched

That settles it. There really is someone for everyone. Story here

Quite possibly my favorite poem

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"



He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.



And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!



One, two! One, two!

And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll

Quoth She

Love is a verb.

Current mood: my nose is happy

Reviewlet: A Thousand Splendid Suns

Like The Kiterunner, A Thousand Splendid Suns is a sensitive book, capable of a great scope of emotions. This is the second saddest, heaviest book I've read. As such, the story is probably a fitting tribute to Afghani women. Reading it made me intensely grateful for my country, my freedom, prosperity, all kinds of blessings, and basic human dignity. And it made me proud of American troops who are, hopefully, kicking Al-Qaeda tail.

Darn good thing the ending was slightly happier than the rest of the book, or I would have been in danger of dehydration. As it was I needed water after sobbing for a quarter of an hour.

Midget gum

Hey, Orbit! Where the other half of my gum at?! What is this, midget gum?

A-may-a-zing!

Thank You, God

...for the hilarious hideousness that is bald rat.

Economy shmonomy

My mom found a six pack of this stuff at the dump.

Welcome to Snarkopolis

Dude who asked me for directions this morning: I sort of regret taking off in the opposite direction while you were still talking, but I had a schedule to keep and you weren't paying me for my time. It took your post-hippie brain 30 seconds to formulate your question, 30 seconds to process my response and I-don't-know-how-long to find the name of the street you were looking for even though the directions were right in front of you.

Also, let's face it: you're not the safest looking guy. While your Keith Richards wannabe look might make some biker chick say "Yum", it didn't exactly inspire my confidence. That ponytail, hair bandana and giant gypsy earring? All very nice if you're dressing up as Jack Sparrow for Halloween, but October 31 is a long way off and we're even further from the summer of '69. And what was up with that furry, dead-animal-looking beaded thing hanging from your rearview mirrror? What was that, anyway? I wasn't about to get one foot closer to your rape van to find out.

Now maybe you're a perfecly lovely person who was just having a rough day. If so, lo siento, perdon, mea culpa and all that, but a lone woman 's gotta look out for herself, you know? Dude?