an exercise in self-indulgence

Are you morally troublesome? Well, I'm not, but I've written you a story to help you feel at home.

Once upon a time, there was a vindictive little princess who lived happily ever after.

THE END

The morals of the story are: when life hands you lemons, squeeze them for juice to rub in the wounds of your enemies.

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» Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I made a drawring today:

It loses something in the scan...

» Tuesday, July 05, 2005

When I was growing up in Wisconsin, we had a neighbor boy, maybe 10 years old, who would frequently pelt our house with crab apples and yell "Go home, rabbi!!"

My dad would say,"Joey, we are home. And I'm not a rabbi. Go back inside." And Joey would, and that would be that, for awhile.

That's funny.

His sister later married a member of our tribe. That's funnier.

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