Archive for the ‘Humor’ Category

  The Life Force Vampire In my life I have met thousands of random people. Some of them have been my life- long best friends, some have been random one off encounters or lovers and some have even been sworn enemies. In the midst of my near 33 years on this planet I have encountered [...]

  The Greatest Goal Ever Scored I’m not really one for sports. That is to say I love watching them and I count football (or soccer for you Yanks) and Formula One as my main hobbies. However since I’ve never really had the opportunity to drive an F1 car, the only real sporting activities I’ve [...]

The internet and social networking sites have given rise to a new, dangerous and worrying trend. I am of course talking about the armature poet. Not content with littering their own “Dear Diaries” with their personal feelings and dreamscapes, they now feel the need… No, the desire to share with the world the amazing poetic [...]

  Bad Criminals Are Funny Criminals   I’m sitting inside a 1950’s era, single pump gas station that has been converted into a bar. It’s the kind of weathered place where a guy with a big chip on his shoulder would come to drown his sorrows and complain about being at yelled at by his [...]

  Castrating a rapist is an intricate, often emotional process that few people tend to give thought to in their daily lives. In order to carry out an action like this, you have to pay careful attention to the steps and differ enough from the mainstream to be able to carry them out. But before [...]

The Hard Sell   Over the course of my life I have held various positions of employment, with wildly varying degrees of success.  Apart from one job the average time I spent in any one place of employment was around 3 months.  This should tell you everything you need to know about my attention span, [...]

Ear Drums By Ben Nardolilli My mother was the first one to remark on my coughing. I guess over the phone it sounded worse. Through wires it was compressed and released with such ferocity it must have sounded like I was a machine slowly coming apart at its innermost gears. I had noticed my coughing [...]

Literati: Not So Much   I In 1991 I read a poem to a group of a liberal arts college’s intelligentsia. The poem was shit and they hated it. Let me rephrase: the poem was about shit and they really hated it.

      “Don’t use the blow dryer, it makes my scalp hurt.” “Sure,” I responded, yanking the extension cord out of the wall and pulling it away from the little pools of dripped water that the comb left. There were scars very close to his hairline. It was hard to be sure what they [...]

  600 kisses (from the collection out by the airport)   i’m not sure how or when or why but i did it i let my guard down