Thursday, January 19, 2006

Anticipation

I want to take as many photos of Marshall Field's as I can before it...it...

...oh, I can't bring myself to say it.

If You're Losing, You Been Snoozing

At last, the reason why I can't get up in the morning!

Although I hate smug and morning-efficient bastards like this guy:

"I find my internal clock awakens me as promptly as any mechanical device," says Wasserman, a literary agent from New York.

"Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-MWAH, I can get up all by myself."

Snark.

Bicuspids Up, Hos Down

Dentist indicted in bizarre sex ring

A well-liked Chicago family dentist let pimps rent out his Marina Towers condos so hookers could turn tricks there and stayed after hours at his downtown dental office to fix the teeth of
battered prostitutes for free, the feds charged Wednesday.

I love-love-love it. "Doc," as he was known to his felonious (and fur wide-brimmed hat-wearing) colleagues, also let the mack daddies and their girlz use a variety of his own luxury vehicles including a Mercedes or Lexus that one ho didn't return, for which her pimp promised to "cut all them legs off for you."

Legless prostitutes in the Marina Towers. So totally cool.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Me Post Arty Photos Now



And write pseudo po-mo "observations" about the city.

Yay.












Oh, what the hell--let's tear the roof of this sucka. I am not sure what kind of hear-no-evil, speak-no-evil...smoke-no-evil?...this one illustrates:

It's Alimentary, My Dear Martin

I wouldn't be surprised if my employer, an unnamed Big Ten university located somewhere along Interstate 94 between Madison and Detroit, has plans to honor MLK in such a nourishing--if not starchy--manner, since Monday is not being observed as a holiday with school/offices closed.

This, of course, is in addition to the precisely three-hour window of time during which you are allowed to vacate your desk/cube/mop and bucket and join in the celebrating.

Two questions to conclude:

What's it called when you blog a blog? Re-blogging? Blog-citing? Having No Fresh Ideas?

And am I so getting canned for talkin work trash?