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Category Archives: wtf?
Return of the Pornament
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Our most obscene and decadent ornament, dangling from the tree.
Ah! The Icy Hand of Death Is Upon My Throat! Wait, It’s Not.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Last night, in the shower, I happened to look down at my left ankle (yes, smart-ass, ignoring any magnificent organs I might have encountered along the way), and I saw a crop circle shaved into my leg hair—a round bald patch about the size of an Eisenhower dollar. “WTF?” I think, looking more closely, and […]
As a Boy I Built Gingerbrick Houses, Because They Were SENSIBLE
Monday, December 6, 2010
So here’s a stupid question, but give me a break, because we never built one in my house when I was growing up. I’m thinking of making one with my wife and son, because it’s fun, and I’m freaking jolly and shit. After you build a gingerbread house and let it sit around for a […]
Two Autobiographical Stories My Son Inexplicably Asks Me to Retell
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Nate is utterly rapt when I tell him these stories, and he wants me to tell them again and again and again. I know not why, my liege. Note that I am telling the below stories the same way I tell them to my three-year-old son. Don’t expect Faulkner. 1. Once, when I was a […]
Jelloween
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Goodness, I miss the madness of the yearly Red Moon/Jellyeye Halloween show in Logan Square. Not sure when I took these. I’m guessing the early 2000s.
The True Terror Lies in the Maroon Florsheim Oxfords
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
The boy and I made a fine scary-crow for Halloweens.