Friday, September 2, 2011
Art lovers unite!
Harold was so impressed by all the titian tahitians in the exposition that he decided to Gauguin. #lqw
Getting the triangular point....
The triangular point on the toilet paper reminded him that even in the privacy of his water closet he was still not at home.
I'd love to turn you on...
I had a dream today, bow wow/ About a lucky dog who made the grade/ And though the room was rather still/ Well, I just had to yaff. #lqw
A short discourse on cursive discursive
Al Capone's son Vinny upon returning to 5th grade after spending time in Leavenworth: "What's discursive evabuddy usin' now?
A man's got his priorities....
As his car hurtled toward the canyon floor, John regretted that his last tweet was likely to contain misspellings.
Phooey on your ratatouille!
Hilda's ratatouille was eggplant regnant 'til the day she lost her auberginity to a carrot.
Get some kleenex...
Rupert was so keyed-up about the neologism he'd thought of that he had a neologasm.
I aint carryin'....
Ari Agrarian became a riparian ferryman after marryin' a Hungarian librarian in Yerevan. Their daughter, Marion, was delivered by Caesarian.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
On the bus back from Stanley Village...
Cycling the waistband of my swimtrunks through my fingertips like a rosary, trying to get it dry before it has to go into the suitcase.
A story of ages beneath our feet...
The palimpsest of wax buildup on Geraldine's parquet had been declared a National Cultural Heritage Site. #lqw
Married for life....
Though Hector was uxorious unto a thankless queen / His needle knew no stitching, his spoon conjured no cuisine.
Nobody got this one....
When Lyn saw Sam putting a cow in the wagon & asked him where he was going, she was not reassured when he replied, "The cat'll drive." #lqw
God Handbook Tip #325
Before creating a universe, ask yourself: Is it good? Is it beautiful? Is it necessary? Does it improve upon nothingness?
Always had style, Collins...
Hands on hips, Collins oozed across the minefield swankier than a fire-retardant gorilla.
Another day, another crustacean...
He curled his toes as he slid his pants legs on to clear out lobster dung from the previous day's festivities.
A loqwacious gem
After his midnight pancake snack, Sol slipped the syrup dishes surreptitiously into the dishwasher and went back to bed. #lqw
Woof!
In his dream, Fido's master would ask if he'd eaten, and he'd reply no and be brought another bowl. People tended to let sleeping dogs lie.
Inscrutable
"Why won't the damn thing turn anymore?!" cried Helen, dropping her wrench on the counter. Once cross-threaded, the nut became inscrutable.
On fait la trêve?
Finally we got tired of the steady insults in English and German and decided to make friends charteuse language.
Anybody home?
So habituated was he to chaos that stretches of calm were almost frightening to him; he'd become zenophobic.
Free at last!
Pamela hugged the stack of coathangers to her chest and did a pirouette. She'd finally dislodged the caraway seed stuck between her teeth!
An ode to the tibia
Hail the tibia, what raiseth man from his knees, and bringeth him that much closer closer to God, amen.
Idea for a new Twitter game....
A prize is reserved for the bitten-off chocolate square most closely resembling the state of Minnesota.
When ya gotta ya gotta
Perceiving no compelling reason to act otherwise, the bug sat motionless on the wall for three entire days.
There's no stopping progress....
No sooner had Mother Goose taken the technological leap of having a phone installed, than she wanted an anserine machine put in as well.
You savvy?
Rakaba bebi, inatritap/Wennawimblos akrediwirrak/ Wennababrex akrediwiffa/'N danakum bebi, credelinal.
Let's get this party started
Each imbecile was fitted with a backpack containing a watermelon and a kitten.
Friday, July 22, 2011
A spoonful of ethanol helps the technobabble go down...
The Editor-in-Chief deemed the paper had merit and forwarded it to three experts for beer review.
Fancy bread....
Tell me where is fancy bread, or in the heart or in the head? - Libby Dough Company official corporate motto
Thursday, July 21, 2011
You saw it here first. Well, you saw it here.
Most art created remains largely unknown. The most popular art is not the best art. It follows that most of the world's best art is unknown.
300 baud nostalgia....
If U miss th'tweet I sent/U will know th'tube is bent/U can hear th'modem wail 300 Baud/300Bd300Bd300Bd300Bd/U can hear th'modem wail 300 Bd
Move over, Isaac!
If I have been unable to see as far as others, it's because the guy in front of me had a midget on his shoulders.
Let's try that again....
When given a new burden to bear, we must learn to carry it so that it does not chafe. Having said that, fuck everything.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
What ho, physician?
Who aspires to Bhagawabbit requires a guide. Go then to the forests of Iberia, and seek the one they call El Merfudd.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Caught red-handed....
"Susan," he said, as he removed his blood-streaked hands from the chimpanzee's open chest cavity, "I...I can explain."
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Just this once....
John reckoned that since he'd be dead in the morning, he could get away with putting the dishes into the trash instead of the dishwasher.
Some Artwiculate gems....(despot)
Im a li'l despot short&stout/Here're my death squads heres my Swiss account/When th'folks get pissedoff I jus'shout/Overthrow me kick me out
Amidst the rubble of the former palace, Hendricks discovered a defiled corpse lying in a shallow grave. "This must be despot," he reflected.
Amidst the rubble of the former palace, Hendricks discovered a defiled corpse lying in a shallow grave. "This must be despot," he reflected.
Splat!
The words that flew so trippingly from his tongue landed with an ignominious splat on her eardrum.
New book cover!
When enough is enough, and enough is too much, it's the Ultimo Kartoffel! Now with a sexy new cover! The Ultimo Kartoffel, by Bruce Denby
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Oh they just *had* to put a man on Mars...
After six months traipsing across the Red Planet with his head in a tin-can, Jenkins was ready for a bath, a bourbon, and a burger.
Honesty is the best policy...
Jerry shook the beagle awake when it began to purr and meow. He was not about to let a sleeping dog lie.
Friday, July 15, 2011
A road song....
Where have all the speedbumps gone? / Langsam fahren / Where have all the speedbumps gone? / Bott's dots to go.
Sting Covers....
I'm'a nail me one, an illegal alien, I'm a policeman in Arizona.
I'm an andouillette, I'm a stinky andouillette, I'm a saucisson of pure pork.
I'm an andouillette, I'm a stinky andouillette, I'm a saucisson of pure pork.
Here's the beef!
Hoping to impress girls with a new, beefier build, Norton had signed up for the Advanced Meat Recovery system.
True friends help each other out...
Rick decided that his supervisor would look better with a knife sticking out of his throat.
That's a good lad...
Realizing that it had just been crushed beyond recognition, the wasp obediently died.
Put that gun down...
He pointed his ethanol torch at the bug in his brain. It glowed like a meteor, but was never consumed.
And there I was again...
Malevolent ribosomes upend my suitcase. Assonance, corrupted, invades a space where slingshots fail to bond.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
In short, the girl dies
You call the police, the girl dies/You talk to a dog pissing on a lamppost, the girl dies/You mix up anaphora and epistrophe, the girl dies.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Is the Pope toilet trained?
In the Schroedinger scat experiment, the bear both does and does not shit in the woods.
Can I get a quantum of solace?
I'm all for the Many Worlds Interpretation, but why do I always get the shag end of the bifurcation?
Eggman, anyone?
Carborundum handshake, mutilated muskrat, boy you been a knotty pine, you bet your uncle's bum.
Some Artwiculate detritus...
After 15 minutes, Peggy set down the whisk and conceded that her mayonnaise was indomitable.
The Daily Seismograph is a supplement to the Telegraph containing all the most earthshaking news.
The Daily Seismograph is a supplement to the Telegraph containing all the most earthshaking news.
Friday, July 8, 2011
And lo, man made God in his own image....
And then God created light upon the earth, to rule over day and night and to separate light from darkness, and God said, "So there's that."
Come over where it swarm...
Why insects never became intelligent: "Well on the one hand....and on the other hand....and on the other hand....and on the other hand....."
TechNews - UK researchers report primitive tube worms seek sources of heat, evidence for 'tswarm intelligence.
TechNews - UK researchers report primitive tube worms seek sources of heat, evidence for 'tswarm intelligence.
We'd like to see more of thee, Dorothy
For he who findeth not happiness, his own backyard therein, also shall the Lord deem never to have lost it at all, amen.
Bcc: Be carbon conscious!!
Fact: You can reduce your carbon footprint up to 15% by avoiding cc:'s in your emails.
Man O'Manitoba
Useless information clogs my brain like tar-sand in some far-flung Canadian province.
Dixie melody No. 2347
Document your base pairs with a Dixie melody/ If Señor Wences is in your sequences, admit that sex is risky.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Another Greensleeves cover
Aghast, my love, youtube is wrong, the cat's meow is this skirt, you see/ For I have troubled you so long, reclining on your canape.
Dixie melodies are back!
Silver plate your corn flakes with a Dixie melody/ When they shine, fish out nine, and float them on your whiskey.
Murdelize your brainstem with a Dixie melody/ Once it's died, swallow your pride, admit you've just turned sixty.
Murdelize your brainstem with a Dixie melody/ Once it's died, swallow your pride, admit you've just turned sixty.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Great news?
At first I worried I was getting stupider with age. Then I realized I was just getting better at realizing how stupid I am.
Two great virtues for the price of one
Frances admired her spotless floor, and realized she had at last become adept at juggling the responsibilities of motherhood and apple pie.
You sure about that?
If you can't find life on Mars in your own back yard, maybe the spark plug on your lawnmower needs replacing - Werner Heisenberg
Does Death use her tongue when she kisses?
Death just gave me a little peck on the cheek. I tried to push her away but she came back and tried to get her tongue in this time. I folded my arms and glared at her savagely. She said she'd like to see more of me. Then I reminded her what happened when she said that to Agent Smith. Touché!
Alexander the Grateful?
In a parallel universe, an ornate tomb is inscribed "Philip of Macedon, aged 95". A small headstone beside it reads "Al the Banal, son".
Coming soon to an airlock near you...
Inverted by the low pressure, the gerbils resembled street-corner organ traffickers with their wares pinned to the linings of red overcoats.
Elk lips sink ships
Bucatini with elk lips, pine nuts, artichoke hearts, crème fraîche, chopped parsley.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
God grant me...
God grant me the swordfish that ate Minneapolis, the unguentine to remain supercilious, and a didgeridoo for impromptu lawn parties.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Spooky
In the cool of the evening when all the world is givin' me the finger
I turn off all the apps and my feelings of self doubt begin to linger
First I say oh, you just been down on your luck
And then I cry, and scream - oh fuck!
Keepin' sane's not easy with a spooky little brain like you.
I turn off all the apps and my feelings of self doubt begin to linger
First I say oh, you just been down on your luck
And then I cry, and scream - oh fuck!
Keepin' sane's not easy with a spooky little brain like you.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Turn on tune in drop out
Another message on the cusp of consciousness this morning:
"Blind yourself to dream uninhindered."
In other words, do not let reality stand in the way of your dreams.
"Blind yourself to dream uninhindered."
In other words, do not let reality stand in the way of your dreams.
Monday, May 30, 2011
What neologism do you need to make margaritas?
Abadalatakila
Google it. I believe I invented the word.
Google it. I believe I invented the word.
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