He wasn’t very smart,
or very rich,
or very successful.
But he was six-foot-three.
And at parties, he would
slide up silent
behind his smarter, richer,
more successful,
better-looking friends.
Head to head.
Back to back.
And hang out for a while.
Cecil Vortex
x-post: he should ask for a second opinion
A little shpiel about our wide-eyed President and how he maybe trusts just a little too much, here.
Driving around
He said we're longing for a simpler time something easy refreshing familiar a malt shop.
He said the polyester backlash is still in progress.
x-post: And the hell, and the so-called “Poppins” of it all
Monkey Vortex Radio Theater is back with an all-new segment: Hell’s a Poppins! Featuring the MVRT script debut of Eileen Dahl and the MVRT acting debut of Heather Gottschalk plus, the inspirational return of Bill “King” Cassel in this, his most challenging role yet. You will believe a boy can fly!
Note: Although that last part — the part about you? believing a boy can fly? — although it doesn’t really have much to do with Hell’s a Poppins, nonetheless, I think it’s true.
Which is weird. Of you.
To believe.
Such a thing.
She played that harp like it was a three-piece band
Last night I saw the best argument for 6 billion of us.
A musician so talented.
You don't get one so talented
if there are 600 of us. Or 60 million.
You need really big numbers.
So maybe that''s why.
Or at least that's why it's OK sometimes.
For example: Last night.
Today’s big movie idea:
A post-apocalyptic romantic comedy.
You know, like, it’s the big first date
and he’s all wigged out
because he doesn’t know if
the girl’s a girl
or if she’s
a flesh-eating zombie.
Starring Mathew Broderick.
And introducing: a flesh-eating zombie.
Dropping off my daughter on the first day of school
The hallways smell like paper and scissors and elmer's glue and parents roaming around inspecting the tile
quietly comparing notes amid sneaker skid boom.
This is America. We come here from different countries, from different cultures.
We speak different languages. But there are two words we all understand.
And those words are: "multipurpose room."
Zibby Zabble
There was music there. Musicality, I like to think. And there was a little guitar. And enthusiasm. “Say! Say! Say!”
And there was that kid, that funky funky kid — and that unusual groove. What was her deal? It like she was clear-channeling.
And then there was the last one. The one who seemed to understand it all. He summed things up. He broke things down. And the rest of us just tried to keep pace.
Me? Me I’m still not sure. Of anything. Ever. Except this: we call it Zibby Zabble. Because really, what else could we call it?
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x-post: reflections on the President’s speech
Another day at the RNC, and another post over on Edgewise. Today’s topic: how George Bush gave the greatest speech of his life. And how he’s still gonna lose. Read all about it, here