Even "Arrested Development" cannot make Martin Short funny. Because he is not.
--- Kim and I were at Baby Gap yesterday -- we need to get gifts for far too many pregnant friends -- and I saw what is, objectively, the cutest baby pajamas ever. It had a baby piggie on it that was saying, "Oink oink," and it had a baby cowwie on it that was saying, "Moo," and it was just so very cute. And it was also $24. Also there was a pair of cute froggie pajamas, but they were also $24. Apparently there is no correlation between amount of fabric and cost.
--- Speaking of the lack of correlation between amount of fabric and cost, last night Kim and I watched part V of PBS' Broadway: The American Musical (very interesting, even though they implicitly dissed The Greatest Musical Ever), and they had a few film clips from Times Square in the '70s, where it was literally a den of sin, or it would have been had it been a den rather than an area of Manhattan. Anyway, on one of the marquees: "UNLICENSED MASSAGES." I mean, obviously they exist, but to advertise them six feet tall? Brazen.
--- I am hungry. And people should not microwave popcorn when I am hungry.
--- Sometime I will write about my new shoes. But not today.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
