These photographs by Loretta Lux are more like paintings. They’re breathtaking. (via Superhero)
You Charmer, You
“If you ever get mauled by bears, I hope they stay away from your face, because I think you’re cute.”
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Doing Good
I have a new article up at The Morning News called Ten Bucks? Ten Charities. Go pick a worthy cause and show some love.
Dawg
This young man is strutting up the street with his boom box. He’s a big guy with a shaved head, sporting new sneakers and a parka. Suddenly he stops, looks behind him at ground level and gives a c’mon jerk of his head. Out of the crowd hurries a tiny Chihuahua. The dog rushes to the young man’s side and then sits nervously at his feet. The man pauses a moment, then resumes strutting.
Open Up
Bryan and I went on a drive this weekend, and wound up behind a minivan with a bumper sticker that read, “If only closed minds came with closed mouths.”
Me: I’m so open-minded that I don’t want to hear any opposing opinions.
B: If you’re not open-minded, shut-the f**k up.
Me: Muteness upon those who disagree with me.
Speak and Spell?
Bryan’s cell phone has one of those rings that make people stop and look in the street. It’s sort of a loud, futuristic, rolling chime. At my sister’s house, his phone rings and the kids sit bolt upright with wide eyes. Trevor says, “We don’t have any toys that sound like that!”
Open Letter
Dear guy in the cape and oversized beret who is nowhere near a Renaissance Faire,
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Sincerely,
Maggie
Antiheros
B: Did you just call her boobs “the villains?”
T: What? No! I said, “If you’re willing.”
Me: I’m totally calling my boobs the villains from now on. McNeil and Lehrer is getting tired.
Tell me Baby
After a long day of copyediting:
Who’s zoomin’ who, Bryan?
What?
Who’s zooooomin’ whoooo.
You’ve had enough tea.
I’m not caffeinated, I’m joyous.
OK.
Who’s zooOOOOOmin’ whooooo!
OK, that’s annoying.
You’re right, maybe I should have a glass of wine before we go out.
No way. Then you’ll be amped and uninhibited.
Tell me, baby. Tell me, baby!
Overheard: Worries on the Fillmore 22
Scenario: An older man in a fedora has a brief conversation with a tipsy woman who boards and sits next to him.
Him: How you doin’ tonight?
Her: Not so good.
-What’s wrong baby?
-You know, you know, everything just out of control.
-What you mean?
-You hear about these boys? These boys gettin’ killed every day. Twenty of ’em.
-What you talkin’ about?
-These boys on the bus, all of them killed.
-This happen today?
-No! No, long time ago.
-Well, ain’t nothin’ you can do ’bout that.
-I cain’t hardly figure myself out over it.
-You can’t let that get you down, baby. You got to move on.
-I know, but I got so many worries.
-You got to pick your worries.
-Yeah. How you gonna choose, they all over the place like that?
-Listen, why don’t we go get ourselves a beer or somethin’?
-Baby, will you come home with me tonight and keep my company?
-We can talk about that.
-Yeah? Help me out, baby.
-Well, we can talk about it.
-Yeah…
-That sounds very interesting to me, you know?
-Help me out, baby.
-Long as it ain’t gonna be no problem.
-No. No problem.
-That sounds very interesting to me.