I'll miss me when I'm gone.

The Cosmic Ballet…goes on.

I call for a writ of Habeas Dorkus!

If you look at a Steven Soderbergh heist picture without special glasses you can burn out your retinas.

Yeah, I don't like skin (or vertebrae) in salmon, either, which is how my dad used to make it. Something about that crunch when you bite down on a piece of backbone you didn't know was there I find very off-putting.

I experienced a total one as a grade-schooler, but it wasn't much to write home about. We were only allowed to "watch" in one of those pinhole boxes we made as a project, which were, obviously, pretty shitty. I, as the wimpy rule-abiding kid I was, never even took a split-second glance at the real thing. For this…

I've always been curious to try sardines but I've never quite had the courage. I guess part of my hangup is the (apparently false) impression that they were just tiny whole fish in a can, head, bones, organs (and any feces in the digestive tract) and all.

[Harlan Ellison sues @estta:disqus]

Don't blame me, I voted for Gelatinous Cube.

That's why it's so difficult for me to get into. I don't even see race.

Falafel goes in, falafel goes out.

So gradual…

Dear Anxie,

Will you make her laugh and call her a pretty, pretty princess?

Or Aaron Copland.

The best KIND of porn.

Not the CEO of Tits.

http://www.theonion.com/art…

I know. I've totally touched lots of sand, and it just stands to reason.

Better than a sunset? Or watching the waves crashing on the shore? Or a kitten playing with a ball of yarn? Or a really nice, tight ass?