April 2005

On the Web

• Chris Harding Animation Concern: Wonderfully designed cartoons reminiscent of Gene Deitch-era Terrytoons.
• A Whole New Internet?: Jason Kottke assesses the State of the Web Union
• Guess the Google: A fun Flash quiz game using Google Image Search
• 54 Optical Illusions & Visual Phenomena
• Amusement Park in Decay: Three pages of lovely photos (1, 2, 3)
• Five Simple Steps to Better Typography: Sound advice from Mark Boulton.
• Singles Night at Wal*Mart: I think I… See more →

the grinning demon
extols the pleasure of sin
while sipping lite beer

the morning after
the pusillanimous shriek
the Yoda tattoo

detritus again?
hey Dictionary.com!
we’ve seen this before

a teenage couple’s
matutinal grope session
and a machete

he talks a big game
with just a scintilla of
Jedi in his blood

the old archbishop’s
atavistic tendencies
make him speak Latin

his youngest daughter
enervated by tear gas
ate her broccoli

world’s last horse gallops
followed by a cavalcade
of sprinters in spurs

our dear grandmother
seems to be in fine fettle
despite her goiter

I get funny looks
while sitting, masticating
upon your entrails

The weather of late indicates that Spring is finally making a gesture of commitment to Philadelphia, and with it, my annual resolve is reborn to get the hell out of the house and find things to be excited about. I’ve been both busy and lazy these last couple of months (a paradoxical combination at which I excel), which, along with the temperature, has caused me to miss the first half of this year’s Philadelphia Film… See more →

fire-protection spell
Harry Potter smirks from his
extant book cover

jealous obloquy
it has fallen on deaf ears
I won’t stop dancing

poor choice of shampoo
the scalp’s detritus becomes
the skull’s corona

I’ll hide here for days
my impervious redoubt
keeps out Jehovahs

the heckler’s remarks
may have been malapropos
for the funeral

Panglossian hordes
parade into the market
in search of Slim-Fast

maudlin mechanic
he lost his virginity
under that Buick

When I was growing up, on the frequent occasion that I expressed any sort dissatisfaction to my mother, she would usually offer the cold comfort of suggesting that I be thankful for the limbs and blood and shelter that I have. As much as I would have preferred unconditional pity, her approach did teach me to have a healthy sense of humor about my life’s perceived inadequacies. With this series (which might be better titled… See more →

your roll of gauze is
the perfect complement to
my massive head wound

civilian Humvees
are surely a shibboleth
of well-endowed men

amanuensis!
come here and take a letter:
“no more green Skittles”

Dear The Monkey,

Recently, my school replaced the old writing composition teacher with an even older one. While I always considered writing was one of my stronger assets (often an idea expressed by grades), the new teacher doesn’t agree. Now my essays appear to have been the altar at which a goat was sacrificed upon judging by all the red correction ink crossing out words, sentences and even whole paragraphs! Is she just trying to… See more →

the subject of japes
has mastered Esperanto
and who’s laughing now?