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Our wedding invitations are in the mail

Lindsey, It’s time to drop the guise. You have followed the Agency’s authentication script to the letter, and I know now, without question, that you are in fact the Jackal. So let us proceed with the business at hand. There are three coins in the fountain, but each one will not bring happiness. Got it? Scarecrow, aka “Charles” (haha) Play catch-up here. INSTA-UPDATE! We’ve been discovered!

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project 365 (2009) the family

Day 99: Phew

A few weeks ago, my dad’s heart doctor suspected that Dad had had a heart attack some time recently. So he sent him to Memphis for a battery of tests. I hoofed it out east yesterday to sit with my parents in the waiting room in between the tests. The people at the Stern Cardio clinic were ridiculously nice to us. I watched my dad come and go from the waiting room while wearing a…

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newspaper stuff project 365 (2009) work

Day 98: Hot off the Presses

Spent my evening working on a Flash project for work. It didn’t start out well, because I’m still in self-teaching mode (and rusty from the weeks of atrophy following my early February Flash blitz course). But it ended just fine. In fact, I leapt up from my chair and ran around the water fountain and danced a little jig. I hope my luck holds because I’ve got to haul ass to get this thing done…

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Dearest Charles

There was this and then this and now there’s this: Dearest Charles, Many apologies for my much delayed response to your last correspondence. I have been extremely busy these past few long days organizing the local Klan uprising. No one ever really thinks about how much planning, flyering, and Tang mixing goes into your average Klan konference. No one, that is, except the koordinators themselves. And, of course, the kraft-tent organizers. (Just between you and…

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art project 365 (2009)

Day 96: The Mindfield

I had a little time to spare on the trip back to Memphis today, so I took a detour up to Brownsville to check out Billy Tripp’s Mindfield, which I’d heard about from FearlessVK first, and then subsequently from other people saying how cool it was. And indeed, it’s a pretty bizarre, quirky, amazing thing to behold. It’s a little like looking at a three-dimensional version of one of those surreal drawings in the Scrutineyes…

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friends project 365 (2009)

Day 95: Playing Dead

Sometimes if you play your cards right, you can watch a game of kickball, find a four-leaf clover, eat a buffalo burger, piss off bumblebees, eat s’mores, drink rum and cranberry/pomegranate juice, and watch The Warriors with your friends in the same night. I guess that doesn’t have a whole lot to do with this picture, but then again it kind of has everything to do with everything. Pro Tip: Hot-ass Michael Beck (who played…

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friends project 365 (2009)

Day 94: Megan

Saturday I journeyed to Nashville to wish Megan and Ian well in their marriage. I had a good time catching up with them and my other ladyfriends and their ladyfriendhusbandfolks. I got so busy catching up (read: gossiping) that I didn’t really take any good pictures (this one would have been good had I decided to focus on Megan and not the godforsaken wall). As always, there just aren’t enough hours in the day to…

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My sweet prince speaks

After this, simply this: Lindsey, A comparison to Mencia is a low blow indeed, one that I hope has most more to do with that comedian’s penchant for sucking than the fact that he and I share a Latino heritage. The race card is now in play. You Racist, Charles When I got this message, I cracked up uncontrollably for about five minutes. I really don’t think any response I muster could possibly be good…

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