In memoriam
Inflated with wine the other night, I said one or two unkind things about my grandmother (on my father’s side) which I regret now, not because I don’t think they’re true, as far as that goes, but…
teh anarchy
Sans souci
I like to hear the rumble of thunder in the air, I think it shows that God is still hungry. He has no more need of inquisitors here on earth below: the weightlifters of the world are hard at work…
Tarski and Hutch
Well, Wabulon and I are developing the screenplay for the pilot of a new TV series, based on Starsky and Hutch, but in which the character of Starsky is replaced by that of Alfred Tarski, the famed…
My Friend Mrs. Hymn Shoots a Video
Oh, and this one, too:
View them or else Santo will slit your throat.
Oh, and this one, too:
View them or else Santo will slit your throat.
Baby, Baby, Where Did That Post Go?
For those of you wondering where the Bruno and Ron Paul post went: it was a slug trap. I put it up, watched the comments build up, and once I had caught enough of the slimy little critters, I threw…
the lady bar in the sky
Every prophet describing the rewards that await after death runs the risk of making promises they can’t keep, but they could at least stand to be clear about what they’re offering. When Mohammed…
My Father's Limerick
I passed by “Man from Ravenna” again and was reminded of what I believe is my father’s only limerick. I don’t think I’ve posted it here before, but who really knows the future, or the past, or…
a day without salsa
Yesterday my parents and I went to an upscale Mexican restaurant, which blessedly broke the chain of indistinguishable enchilada-and-burrito shacks metastasizing throughout Denver. But this…
Salted slugs
Yum yum yum
Ooh, ooh, Bruno tried to harm me!
As soon as I heard that Sacha Baron Cohen ran one of his gags on Ron Paul, I told my wife, “Well, someone at LewRockwell.com is going to have to smear Cohen now.”
Ever satisfying in his cult-leader…
Ever satisfying in his cult-leader…
