During my evening stroll, I came upon the first sidewalk chalk swastika of spring.
Right there on Gloria Street.
The artist placed it between a smiling moo-cow and the name ‘Alexis’ in block lettering.
Author - Chris Weagel
Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.
Reverse mortgage informational seminar-themed pinball games. That’s what we design, that’s what we sell.
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Sara says it’s time to pile up all the furniture and take pictures of it! Throw it all in a heap – even the lamps – and start snapping photos of it all. It doesn’t have to make sense! No specific order. Don’t even look at it. Certainly don’t try to use it. If your glass eye is in the end table drawer you’ll just have to go to dinner that way. Sara’s not stopping. This is smart business. Sara gets her friends to help with the bigger furniture. That weight problem won’t save the couch. Heave it on, guys! Bookcases filled with clown glass! Kick ’em over! Sara even unscrews the ceiling fan. Oh it’s getting hot in here, I can’t breathe, oh well. Throw it on the pile! All of it goes on the big old furniture mountain. Which...
The name “Medicine Hat” is the English translation of ‘Saamis’ (SA-MUS) – the Blackfoot word for the eagle tail feather headdress worn by medicine men – or ‘Medicine Hat’. Several legends are associated with the name from a mythical mer-man river serpent named ‘Soy-yee-daa-bee’ – the Creator – who appeared to a hunter and instructed him to sacrifice his wife to get mystical powers which were manifest in a special hat. SOURCE Medicine Hat, Alberta is our town’s Sister City to the North. We used to have an active student exchange program and parade float swap but interest and funding have dwindled over the years. Now we just send them our used crossword puzzle books and they pretend we don’t exist. However. Although. On the Other...
Today the town gathered up the bad kids and washed ’em all out to sea. All of them. WHOOSH! Finally gone. All the rotten kids, the little thugs and punks, kids with one eye, and all the twice-returned orphans. All of them. That weirdo that always walks by the front yard smelling like eggs – GONE! That kid who climbs up the trees and never comes down – they got him too. Police did a real fine job with it. Used gloves and nets. Big poking sticks. Didn’t spend too much time looking in the schools, either. I understand they found most of these kids down under the bridge, burning cardboard. It’s always something. They gathered them all up. Put ’em right in front of the turbine. The one they use for floods. They let old Miss Clara – bless her heart, she...
The Folly of Human Achievement Breakfast Cereal.
Only buy it if you have a coupon.
The Man Named LaRooce. I was asked to write about him and I shall. I saw his Jaguar parked up near the restaurant. Up on the hood, near the passenger side windshield, sat a pair of black leather driving gloves. LaRooce leaves them as bait. The poor fool who picks them up and tries them on, in public, is doomed. LaRooce will kill this man. He will take the gloves back and use them to strangle the dope. Probably right there in the restaurant. No one will stop him. He’s got a note from the city council. He’s got a flash white mustache. He smokes Little Charlies. He’s untouchable. LaRooce is known all over this area. His family came here in the 1700s. French explorers and trappers. Made a fortune in furs. Money trickled down through everything. Today LaRooce has a...
Snake Man died last week. I just heard the news. He was torn apart by a pack of dogs out behind the plastic fingernail factory. The dogs had wised up since their last encounter with Snake Man. They knew to corner him, with dogs on three sides, and never let him get near a sewer grate. Then they took bite after bite, pulling loose bundles of snakes that constituted Snake Man’s arms and legs, neck and torso. The snakes melted into black smoke in the dogs’ mouths, as was appropriate for a creature made up of the devil’s tentacles. Even so, the dogs bit down harder and harder, bloodying their gums and lower lips. They had no taste for Snake Man’s leather jacket and knotty pants. One of his boots was found in place of the Mayor’s infant son, but that and other...