Dentistry, ô dentistry

I am so enameled of the 1100€ tooth my dentist made for me that I wish to be buried with, it as a talisman to guide me through the afterlife.

The Ultimo Kartoffel gets a nod

Hey. "The Ultimo Kartoffel" made it into the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Second Round. Heartiest congratulations to Ruth (aka Nigel), Ahmed, Bobby-Lee, Regis, Ann & Ed, Trudy, all the gang at the National Guard, oh, and of course, Vlad-Ilitch and Foughal!!

Aint it da truf.

Specious (adj.): a word used by everyone else to describe your contribution.

Twitter cloak of invisibility?

There are times when Twitter just seems to be giving me the finger, and no matter what I put up, nobody reacts. This can go on for many hours, even full days. Have I somehow become less interesting, or is everybody off watching the Superbowl or the Grammies - or, having a life, perhaps?

Today's pastorale....

The steady logarithm of the woodsman's axe echoed across the valley.

Global unrest spreads to the music scene...

Breaking News - Heavy metal fans were urged to return home after violins erupted at a concert in Carnegie Hall.

So try to cheer up.

Messed are the bleak, for they shall wear it, the hurl.

If you blinked, you missed it.

Let's hear it for the eyelid! With the exception of the prepuce and labia minora, it has the thinnest skin on the whole body!

Omelet's solilquy

"Whether 'tis nobler in the pan to sizzle w/cheese&peppers of a runny fortune, or take arms against a viscous discus, &by opposing, flip it."

You got it. Omelet's soliloquy.

I've got Hamlet on line 1.

Whether it Toblerone the mind to shuffle the crimson eros of a famous orphan, or Tecumseh gangsta Fiat rubbles, and buy a frozen tandem?

The idea is to come up with what Hamlet's soliloquy would sound like after a game of "Telephone".

Adieu, blubber boys

"Once removed, the blubber blanket is laid on the deck & cut into smaller pieces by a group of whalers called blubber boys."

A wonderful tidbit from the 18th century whaling trade that promised to inspire a litany of alliterative lunacy, but alas, it was not to be.

Bring back the days when everything wasn't reduced to tawdry sexual connotations. I hate tawdriness.