Year: 2002

Great, odd, strange lyrics… GO!!! Is there a doctor in the house? In the house of pancakes.

Sometimes my brain skips on one phrase or word, over and over again it repeats the same thing. I can be anything, a song lyric, a movie line, something I said incorrectly, whatever. Today it’s budunka butt. I don’t know why. I need it cleaned. My head. (Not my butt). Even worse was I said…

It was a great day back in elementary school, when the older kids, tip-top the ladder on the 4th and 5th grade rung, got to go to the Environmental Room and touch the fossils and the stuffed dead things and the lizards and run outside and play with earth worms. I enjoyed the smells of…

The black toilet causes me enough distress, but this was just too much. Hello everyone. I do realize we are all very busy and sometimes even taking time out of one’s busy day to use the toilet is a hassle. But please, I beg of you, take about 5 more seconds and (at the very…

This is pretty cool. Perhaps I’ll play along. It’s been so long since I entered anything. Peeps should all do so, up the visual clutter, work the magic. Let’s play, eh? What d’ya say? (Thanks, NIfkin).

Yesterday I visited the bookstore as I finished the other three. I spent about 45 minutes in search of the perfect novel. I asked about Naked Pictures of Famous People. Totally sold out. I completely brain-farted about Cat’s Eye until I got home (typical movie store, music store, bookstore move, forgetting everthing upon entering). I…

Times Square at 360 degrees (maybe slightly less). And I can’t help it with the cars. And the friggin people kept moving. I guess you need Tom Cruise to shut the place down for a day. And some of these don’t line up. But it was done quickly. And for some reason the entire image…

I am superman. I feel like superman. Only not nearly as strong or cool or manly. And I don’t use a phonebooth but instead a bathroom housing a ferocious black toilet built by evil himself. But I am blue. And there’s more red at home. Given the new rules regarding dress code, I pay more…

A story called “Making Friends” by mihow (This is a photographic story about how a cat and a boy became friends in a loft at 1205 Manhattan Avenue). (I could have written nearly 200 captions underneath each picture, but I figured I’d let it go cuz I ain’t so clever today).