Year: 2003
Would You Trust This Man With Your Kids?
Posted on December 17, 2003 in Childhood
Sheriff John came on at the noon hour. You could draw a picture and send it to him. And he’d put it on the air and tell people that you’d drawn it.
Refrigerator Magnets
Posted on December 16, 2003 in Poetry
“I chant red thousand” is a particularly memorable line that is still in search of a poem.
An Honest Quiz
Posted on December 16, 2003 in Quizzes
Nice to see a quiz maker who can admit that they don’t have a box for everyone!
this quiz was made by mysti
Thanks Rae.
Touchy about Touching
Posted on December 16, 2003 in Attitudes
How do you handle things like “friendly swats” or “pats” that come from someone you don’t want touching you without turning into the Human Torch?
Sharon Smith 2
Posted on December 15, 2003 in Folly Watch Journalists & Pundits
It doesn’t say much for Old Nipper’s ability to face a crisis if he loses it and points at the victim where nudity is involved.
Allergy
Posted on December 15, 2003 in Poems
I must avoid horses.
Their hair gallops in my lungs,
tearing me up like they tear up the turf
with their hooves when they run.
At a Wedding in Santa Cruz, Circa 1985
Posted on December 15, 2003 in Silicon Valley
A relative of the family was imprisoned in the kitchen because he could not walk or talk like the rest of us.
Self-Arresting
Posted on December 15, 2003 in Humor?
The East Point, Georgia Police have now made it easier for you to conduct your very own Citizen’s Arrest!
A Coming War
Posted on December 14, 2003 in Irony & Sarcasm
Is it only a matter of time before we invade the Carlyle Group?
Testosterone Poisoning
Posted on December 14, 2003 in Sexuality
I’d always suspected this of my locker room peers.
Dream
Posted on December 14, 2003 in Dreams
I’m living with my parents because Lynn is off at school somewhere. Either up north or back east, I don’t know because she’s left me several phone numbers. I try several of them but either they are disconnected, keep ringing, or end up in dead space. My parents are angry with me and make me go out to clean a massive algae bloom from the tiny swimming pool in the backyard. I fish out the gunk, look at my wedding ring, and wonder if we’re still married, if Lynn is coming back.
The War is Over?
Posted on December 14, 2003 in Occupation of Iraq
There remains an organization dedicated to driving U.S. forces out of Iraq. It lives in the eyes of every Iraqi man, woman, and child.
