Month: January 2009
Not quite a snow day
Why is Tinkerbell’s name used to call someone a homosexual? I mean, I get that she’s a fairy and all, but Tinkerbell is fucking sexy! Why would you call a guy Tinkerbell unless you were really attracted to him? That’s …
Not the Maryland I grew up with…
Looking to kill as much time as possible during the long, mind-bending, soul-sucking hours at my day job, I turned to News channel 8, our not so groovy local news service, in the hopes of finding queer little incidents not …
Chapter Six: Enter Remo, continued
“Look at me, Paul. I’m not joking.” Paul clasped his elbows and looked into Remo’s stern countenance. The jowls and eyebrows bound a face of determination. “This is only short-term. My home has become a target for bricks and angry …
Spalding Rockwell
I’m always behind on the meme thing or whatever you call it. Still recovering from “All Your Base,” if you want to know the truth. Jesus. I’ve wanted the internet to die ever since. So, then, I hesitate to post …
44, part eight (conclusion)
Nixon was easy. We could go anywhere, really, but James had been talking about the 600 at Watergate South, which wasn’t really the sort of place where we belonged…but they had a full bar. We somehow managed to get in …
Chapter 7: Enter Remo
In the morning, Paul expected to find Liza gone and little sustenance in her refrigerator. After a long piss, he found he was annoyed and correct. The fridge held at least a dozen styrofoam and plastic take-home cartons from as …
44, part seven
Back to DC. It was bourbon at the Hotel Washington for Eisenhower. I don’t know the connection, but I’m sure it seemed logical at the time. I also couldn’t tell you where we ended up for Truman, but a deep …
44, part six
“Thirty.” James said. “Coolidge.” “Notable points?” “None.” “Really?” “Really.”