I am currently engaged in a vital experiment.
Not long ago I shaved my entire body. At intervals of one month I measure each strand of hair from my toes to my topknot and record its length in a laboratory notebook while wearing a white laboratory coat and a stethoscope, thereby making this exercise into a scientific endeavor. At the end of one year, I plan to publish my findings (along with a particularly toothsome set of graphs and charts, I might add) in a leading scientific journal. I have not yet decided which one.
My question is: should I bill the journalists who shall mob me for interviews straight up for "media access fees", or would I be better off itemizing the bill as "parking and refreshments"? I don't want to make a misstep and hurt my reputation.
And, while we're at it, what should I serve for refreshments?
― Aimless, Friday, 13 December 2002 19:46 (twenty-two years ago)
Oh with! Penises and meatballs can be made into marvelous culinary presentations by the truly gifted queer. (Puts hands on hips and shakes head with mock frown) You people obviously have no notion whatsoever about the esoteric art of gay Italian canibalism.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 15 December 2002 22:13 (twenty-two years ago)
I feel a song coming on:
Down at the Old Kraut and Cock! Cock Cock!
Come, let us enjoy a little
filet d'Unterstürmbahnführer with a little Spätlese: Ssthsthpsthpsthpthsthsth!
― Pooster (pooster), Tuesday, 17 December 2002 00:56 (twenty-two years ago)
Oh Sue, Sue, Sue,Sue, Sue, Sue,Sue, Sue, Sue,Sue, Sue, Sue,
I miss you, you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,
Oh Sue, Sue, Sue,Sue, Sue, Sue,Sue, Sue, Sue,Sue, Sue, Sue.
Shakespear,,,eat your heart out.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Friday, 20 December 2002 18:43 (twenty-two years ago)
five years pass...
Too unwieldly. Deep fried sand fly with basil and sage sprinkled with sea salt: umami, aromatic, salt, exoskeleton, what's not to love?
― Michael White, Tuesday, 25 March 2008 18:59 (seventeen years ago)