Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Trumpunzel, Trumpunzel, Climb Down Your Hair
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Child Actor Meeno Peluce Wakes Up To Discover He has Been Elected Governor of Maine... Again
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| Trying to get to the bottom of this highly dubious quirk in the American electoral process, public officials conducted an exit poll in which over 97% of those who had just voted for Peluce said they had done so multiple times and exclusively because of the awesome nature of his white boy fro. |
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015
You're a Scapegoat, Charlie Brown MGM Musical LP
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| Original MGM cast album of You're a Scapegoat, Charlie Brown |
5) You're My Best Friend (Queen cover) P.S. Can You help Me Bury a Body?
9) Azazel Built My Hot Rod
August 10, 2026 update: I should probably explain that I've had an ongoing grievance with Charles Schulz for most of my life over the way he treated Charlie Brown. As a boy, Charlie Brown was the character I identified with. He was awkward, uncertain, usually on the outside looking in, and he kept getting kicked around by people who were supposedly his friends. Lucy pulled the football away. The other kids insulted him. His baseball team lost. The little red-haired girl barely knew he existed. Even when he tried to do the right thing, humiliation usually seemed to be waiting for him.
I don't think I experienced that as particularly funny when I was a kid. I experienced it as depressing. Charlie Brown was the kid I was being asked to identify with, and week after week Charles Schulz seemed determined to demonstrate that nothing was ever going to work out for the poor bastard. I suppose the persistence is supposed to be the inspirational part—Charlie Brown always gets up and tries to kick the football again—but as a boy I mostly wanted someone to let the kid kick the fucking football once. So if I seem unusually hostile toward Charles Schulz in these old posts, that's why. I took what he did to Charlie Brown personally.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Further Utterances of Sun Tzu
Build a bamboo
Hut
Suitable for gloating
And ride it out
With Sumatran coffee
And the London Times.
If handed an inferior
Glass of wine
At a peace negotiation
Thrust it defiantly
In the host's face
Dashing all hopes of peace
As he has dashed
Your hope for a good
Buzz,
Then overturn the
Buffet table and rape
His wife-
A chintzy host cannot
Be trusted.
When in Rome...
Duckwalk,
When in Indiana...
Cowtip,
And when in Tuscaloosa
Well, you know,
Stay at the beautiful
Downtown Hospitality Inn.
There are one-way mirrors
Behind the artwork
And the ice machine
Is broken,
But they gave me fifty
Bucks for the ad space.
(Sun Tzu doesn't
Actually endorse
The Hospitality Inn
Or this poem
But being dead
He's in a very
Weak tactical
Position
So fuck him).


