I once had to create a fake ad about a fake product for one of my grade school classes. I remember taking a box of Bisquick, wrapping it up in plain paper, and drawing on it my own logo and box design for a made-up cereal. Then I stood up in class and came up with an impromptu spiel to try and sell the darn thing. It was fun but pointless. I never would have done it if it hadn’t…
I love palindromes. I just do. Race car. A Toyota. Madam, I’m Adam. Able was I, ere I saw Elba. A man, a plan, a canal, Panama. Did Hannah say as Hannah did? Now I’m adding All iz Zilla. Iz, you say? Who cares about spelling, really. I’ve always been fascinated by words and the many, many ways that they can be manipulated. I love word games and riddles, poetry and puns. I’m not always very good at them, but…
My junior year at high school, varsity cheerleading, circa 1989-1990. Nadine was a senior, and she had the biggest, brightest smile out of all the girls on the varsity squad. Her teeth looked super white against her black skin, and her braces always gleamed in the sun. She and I were about the same height and the same build, so we were often paired as bases in a stunt. That fateful day, Nadine and I were practicing a high ‘vator…
Hee! Go here and scroll down a ways; these are comments that people made on the topic of SEX, with the most recent comment being on top [ooh, sounds kinky]. Anyway, I’m the one who posted: According to my driver’s license, I failed in that subject. Right above it [therefore, right after I posted], someone added: According to my drivers license I mastered that subject. …which just tickles me pink to no end. Hm, I wonder who posted it. Hell,…
Actual: “I can’t believe it’s not butter.” April: “I can’t believe it’s snot butter.” Actual: “Fuggedaboutit.” [New York way of saying “Forget about it.”] April: “Fuck Ed about it.” I can’t escape it. Whether I hear it or read it, my mind will pervert it. It does me no good to have it encouraged either. There are days of the month, for instance, when I’ll be in pain, and I’ll complain of menstrual cramps. The last thing I need is…