my dog

Both today and yesterday, during my evening walk with my dog, I have had to reach deep into her throat and fish out greasy chicken bones. I suspect, as the weather gets warmer, this will be happening more often. I dont so much mind prying her mouth open and reaching in between her Pit Bull jaws. I dont mind the slobber, or the fact that her teeth could shear my hand off at the wrist. What I mind, what I obsess about, is the fact that these bones had not too long ago been held by strangers. That freaks we out. I have to go home and wash my hands. Its worse for me than handling her poop. I just keep envisioning people sucking on the bones, pulling at the few remaining fibers of chicken flesh with their teeth.

Yesterday, she got a hold of something worse though. Id only taken my eyes off of her for a minute when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that she was chewing on something white. I instinctively reached down and fished it out. Staring down into my hand I realized that it was medical gauze that someone had apparently been using to pack an infected wound. There was tape around the edges, and a dark brown stain about the size of a silver dollar was right in the middle, right below my thumb.

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rude doodle

Late last night, I received the first response to my request for an image of a small dog with no lower jaw and one very enlarged nipple. It came from a man in Pittsburg. Unfortunately, I cannot show you the image here as it contains a great deal of profanity and such. It also, surprisingly, contains no image of a dog. The one discernable image is of what seems to be an angry looking, middle-aged man.

Then, this evening, I received the following note from the artist who had written the night before.

Sorry about last night’s email, and my rude doodle. I had been drinking. I just re-read your blog and realized “Paco” is a jawless dog, and not a local bartender or cab driver. I am sorry.

As for the drawing of Paco, the lower-jaw-less dog with the enlarged nipple, I am still accepting submissions and will be until the first day in June.

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karma smiles on fat Ypsilanti man

Last night, I complained on this site about a friend of mine, a person by the name of Kez, who was auctioning off my private letters to him, and other things Ive mailed to him over the past decade. I was hurt that he could do such a thing.

Well, as is often the case, the pendulum of fortune swung back the other way today.

Today, when I opened the mailbox, I had three pleasant surprises.

1) A copy of the Jesco White documentary, The Dancing Outlaw, sent by none other than the very same Kez Panel who was just the day before stabbing me in the back. (Im sorry I ever doubted you, Kez. I should have guessed that you were just selling old letters in order to fund a new gift-giving binge.)

2) My very own, official West Virginia Surf Report t-shirt, featuring the famous WVSR smoking fish. (In spite of what Ive been telling people in my emails, it was neither covered in bugs or handmade from sweat-soaked scraps. It is actually a very well done garment.)

3) A money order for $100 from an unknown source. I shit you not. Linette and I received this afternoon what appears to be a legitimate money order for one hundred bucks. There is no note attached. Nothing. As the envelope is addressed to Crimewave, we suspect that its a fan of the magazine who approves of our award-winning journalism. My guess is that in light of the recent scandals plaguing the New York Times, someone has decided to reward us for our scrupulous adherence to the rules of journalistic integrity. My hope is that this is the first of many checks that will be coming in over the next few months. If you would like to send a contribution, you will find our address here.

I feel as though I am finally being rewarded for suffering through this life of pain and anguish. I feel like Jesus when he died and got to go to the party with the 77 virgins.

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the debris is served with:

A heaping basket of Were All Being Fucked: Paul Krugman chimes in on the Bush tax plan and what the motivations behind it might be. The term pure evil comes to mind.

A side of lube: Portlands David Miller wants us all to read this article advocating a radical change in teen sex education. It was an interesting article, but I felt a bit awkward when I got to the part about Lizzie McGuires skintight tank top and a Spandex butt-hugging miniskirt. At the point when the author describes her as, looking all flirty and nubile and coyly edible, it dawned on me that maybe the author had a few issues of his own.

A tall, carbonated drink of American ingenuity: Old school assassination squads, and new, state-of-the-art death camps.

A pickle spear of fanaticism: Please read, or at least skim, this article, entitled America Goes Backward, by Harvard professor Stanley Hoffman. Itll bring you up to speed pretty quickly on whats been going on the past few months. Now that the networks are in reruns, youve got the time to invest.

A steaming dish of police state: Come for the Big Mac, stay for the Big Brother. Last week, police in Fort Myers, Florida were posing as employees of a McDonalds, working at a drive-thru window. This position allowed them the opportunity to look into vehicles for potential infractions, getting around that pesky probable cause thing. Several people were arrested and/or ticketed during the sting.

In related news, Mr. Smallwood writes in to let us all know about the Virginia Beach police Friendship Patrol, a squad that hunts down thongs and foul language. Heres a clip:

As the summer season picks up, not one but two niceness squadrons — a Youth Intervention Team keeping partygoers in line and older volunteers on the Friendship Patrol — will help Virginia Beach police nab violators on the city’s busy main strip, boardwalk and new beachfront, a $123 million refurbishment completed last summer

Some tourists aren’t even aware of the city’s myriad regulations, Fuller said, such as the one prohibiting loud car stereos or Ordinance 22-10, otherwise known as the Thong Law, which prohibits exposure of “buttocks, with less than a fully opaque covering.”

While were on the subject, I also want to share this article on distributed computing and how a new business plan is suggesting that its power be harnessed for national security, essentially by making people throughout the country virtual security guards at sensitive American locations.

Here’s my suggestion, my business idea… What if we use distributed computing to inspect the opaque coverings on the buttocks of beach-goers? Men and women around the world could log-in to their computers and scan live beach scenes from Fort Myers, looking for hazardous crack infractions.

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do you know what these are?

I’d heard about them, but I’d never seen one until a reader of this site came forward with these covertly-snapped photos. I’d like to talk about them, and the contents of the other photos I’ve been shown, but this group has a reputation for reacting badly to scrutiny of any kind… And that’s as far as I’m willing to go at this point. Linette has me convinced that I’ll die under suspicious circumstances if I say much more.

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