The issue of National Geographic sitting on my desk is wrapped in brown paper, like a dirty magazine except not so dirty that it’s unwilling to print its name. A dirty magazine that is only dirty enough to give an 11 year-old a boner and only every 5th issue detailing the ever dwindling world of […]
I do not know what is more bizarre; that I find 30 days early that I do not owe the IRS $33,000 as they had previously indicated, ex caeruleus! or that I’m off the cyclobenzaprine with a full bottle left constantly cajoling me for not introducing him to my hydrocodone friends.
Dear Saint Sebastian,
I have found a new patron: Bartholomew. As my public relations agent Orión would say: “You’ve may indeed have got the point but I’m aflayed you’ve missed the…” Oh, God. You can’t make me do this.
Invulnerably,
V-i-v-i-0
PS: The cops asked if I’d slipped her a mickey but I knew what put her over the […]
I got a lawyer for 10 minutes for free as a Seattlite at apogee and as part of Microsoft’s new Explain to America they can’t sue® program. I didn’t even want to talk about how open source software is Terrorism and they let me ask my question anyway. Damn white of them, I say.
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As my own lawyer I advise you to retract two of the whoppers and one of the minor fictionalizations.
–or–
Oh, what a !Tangled hamper.
Joe Haldeman is not dead. Joe Haldeman’s wife was not in “Playboy” this May but in September of 1967. I am not in possession of any such medical records alluding to […]
So I’m playing around with new signature blocks, as the kids call them. I can’t decide—clever or cleaver?
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Thank Christ! That crazy cunt can’t remember any of that night.
It appears Joe “Look What I Did in Your Hamper” Haldeman is dead. He gave up writing science fiction immediately following an unexplained 8 day disappearance which ended with a sudden reappearance at the Tucson General emergency room where he was treated for “unspecified colon injuries.” From there the Freedom of Information file I got […]