Tuesday, September 20, 2005


So I was just walking through the park and I see these girls treating our exquisite Chicago public art like a mechanical bull. So I said, "What do you think that is? A mechanical bull?" And they said, "No, it appears to be a giant Jack and I have no idea why some 'artist' would design such a thing and why some city would actually pay them for it and display it as public 'art'."

Monday, September 19, 2005


Continuing the tradition of absurd names for suburbs/subdivisions/buildings and etc. in Chicago...

Friday, September 16, 2005


I always just referred to them as gastroenterologists but hey, if that's their marketing plan so be it.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


The end of an era...

worldlings- a rodent similar to an R.O.U.S.

...it is those never content with accepted ways who despise the old as being stale, constantly welcoming innovation, like worldlings who are always chasing after the latest fashion.

St. Basil the Great

Duke Victorious


After weeks of intensive battle The Grand Duke's tactics won out over Goldstein the Rodent. (note: I judged that a clearer picture would be even too incendiary for this blog, however, if you want more evidence [of Goldstein and her troops demise] send me an email.)

Monday, September 12, 2005


I think we all could do with more children's literature like this...

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Nutcracker Sweet

‘Good God!’ cried Mr. Pocket, in an outburst of desolate desperation. ‘Are infants to be nutcracked into their tombs, and is nobody to save them?’

Mr. Pocket. Great Expectations

So the dumpster company was like, "They'll think we're really patriotic if we paint a flag on our dumpster and they'll rent our dumpsters!"

The most beautiful shopping mall church I've seen...

My attempt to capture the guy on the bike with the flag.

Monday, September 05, 2005


I sure would like to hear about this "positive, practical spirituality"...

Fear Factor has a new contender.


Kathleen say, "I'll give you a dolla if you eat this goo on a wheat thin." I says, "It's gonna take more than a dolla sucka!" She say, "Ok, five big ones." I think to myself... Lynn say, "I'll pitch in a dolla." I say, "Ok, you womens is on."