That's my dog, his name was Bart. Together, we were Bart and Lisa. You know, The Simpsons? He was one of the world's great dogs and we were inseparable. I miss that little pink tongue and those big rabbit ears and the way he hopped when he ran, like Pepé Le Pew. I miss his … Continue reading : in remembrance :
Great. Just when you thought it was safe, here comes another half-baked, the half-assed post. For those of you keeping score, this one is number eight in our continuing series. Seriously, only eight? That’s all? Shouldn’t that number be higher, like around 50? Or 80? Hang on, let me double-check, talk amongst yourselves for a … Continue reading : half-baked viii :
There’s a popular misconception leading people to believe that studying The Mighty Big Book of Bathroom Humor and Genitalia Jokes will make them a writer. A very, very wealthy writer. A conclusion which is, in fact, false. You will not become a writer, you will become Larry David, a creepy organism indigenous to bathrooms and … Continue reading Writers Who Aren’t: The Larry David Syndrome.