These are posts that will go in the blog, under the slider
Last post I talked about a girl who, in college, dressed up like Michael Jackson to speak to our abnormal psychology class about pedophilia.
This girl also had a tiny squeaker.
I was very attracted to her, whom I’ll call Becky Katsopolis (Lori Loughlin) from the tv show, Full House. She looked sort of like her.
I received an extremely interesting email yesterday.
Let me back up a few steps and start that over.
Most of my readership, it appears, are women. I have no way to verify this, but judging by the emails that comes in, it’s almost always from ladies.
So, this just happened.
I was on the phone talking with a friend, lying down on the bed in the second bedroom, when all of a sudden I smelled smoke. I leaped up, ran into the hallway, and noticed smoke accumulating around the ceiling lighting. My first thought was the air conditioner. Even though it’s sort of past air conditioning season, today was 82 here in Chicago. Since I’m on the top floor of my condo building, it’s always extremely hot. When it’s 70 outside, it will register as 77 inside, so the air has to be on.
I was at a men's weekend retreat recently. The whole program was designed around “finding your shadow.“
What is one's shadow? It's the darkest parts of us, the most depraved, undesirable characteristics that we all embody. The shadow is the part that wishes you could go machine gun all those guys who pound on buckets with drumsticks after Cubs games.
A few months ago, I was getting very little traffic to my site. I almost never updated it, and had sort of stopped writing. This makes no sense as writing is one of my favorite things to do. Plus, I’m kinda funny.
So I finally decided to take this thing more seriously and write almost every day.
Familiar with Salvador Dali? Sure you are. He’s the guy that painted all those trippy clocks.
Salvador Dali also had a rocking mustache.
Just thought I’d share a piece I bought in Santa Fe, strictly because it made me laugh as I entered the gallery. I’m a huge Salvador Dali fan.
I’ve never been a strip club guy.
The idea of paying a woman a considerable amount of money to pretend that she likes me seems so artificial that I can’t bring myself to engage with the fantasy.
Also, I sort of believe that if I’m really wanting to find a girl to sleep with, that I can probably go out and, if I tried, make that happen. It’s just not that hard – there are a ton of lonely people out there. And since I never had a one-night stand that felt good in the morning, I don’t really do that anymore.
I’ve lived in Chicago for over ten years and never been to The Goodman Theatre. I’ve seen a dozen or so Broadway performances when they make their way here, but have not visited the most well–respected performance company in the city.
This is particularly strange for me as I’ve been to over fifty crappy Cubs games despite the fact that I don’t follow baseball and couldn’t name one player on the team.
If Sam Cornwell isn’t the funniest guy in the world, he’s certainly the funniest guy in the UK.
(well, next to Ricky Gervais, Steve Merchant, and even that so-so Eddie Izzard guy)
Here he is reviewing my website in the kind and gentle way for which he is known.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
