Pig roasts and hockey and leisure time reading — I’m finally starting to enjoy my vacation and it’s over on Tuesday. Superstar is no longer MIA, and though I know it’s temporary it’s good to see him still being ridiculous. That’s the only way I know it’s him and not some cheap domestic imitation, like [...]
Archive for August, 2003
One entry found for brokenhearted.
Main Entry: bro·ken·heart·ed
Pronunciation: -’här-t&d
Function: adjective
Date: 1526
: overcome by grief or despair
“If she wins the face off, where do you go?”
“I don’t know.”
“If she loses the face off, what do you do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know anything?”
“Well I have this masters degree that proves I know something; I’m just not sure how to apply it to hockey.”
It’s one of those days. You’re on top of someone [...]
It seems to me that “maybe”
It pretty much always means “no”
So don’t tell me you might just let it go
And often times we’re lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one, no not no one
Likes to be let down
- Jack Johnson, Flake
Pulp Fairytales
by J. Mignone
Once upon time in a land not too far away from here, a patient maiden named Princess Onemorechance was trying to find her man, Prince Mustsavethekingdom. She had sent numerous letters via pigeon and messenger boy, and, after ensuring that neither the pigeons nor messenger boys were being eaten by dragons enroute, [...]
Hockey, like horses, is an art. I only wish I were a better artist. Below are some images I created for a book of haikus I started but never finished. I didn’t know what to do with them, so I thought I’d share them here.
When lost in Manhattan, remain calm while consulting your Hertz rent-a-car map of the city. They don’t mark all the streets, but if you keep turning left you’ll eventually get to where you want to go. In Pittsburgh for a day, then six hours to NYC, sleep poorly, then to JFK and back twice, up [...]
Hello Pittsburgh. You sure got hot while I was gone. I left my sunblock in California but I brought the saddle with me. Disappointingly, the cleaning gnomes did not visit my apartment while I was away, even though I left them quite a tempting mess to tackle. Buddy didn’t make it back with me either, [...]
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