Archive for October, 2005
three and out. repeat.
Saturday, October 22nd, 2005Someday, we’ll find it, the Condi connection
Friday, October 21st, 2005… the lovers, the neocons and me.
The trip to Tuscaloosa didn’t quite go according to plan.
The note
Friday, October 21st, 2005At dinner the other night, Kay passes me a note. Like we’re in study hall or something.
Apparently she needs help with her math homework, as it appears to be some sort of banking problem.
My mistake, her note is written on the back of the ATM receipt.
belly aching
Friday, October 21st, 2005Veni, vidi, Condi
Thursday, October 20th, 2005
The most powerful woman in the world not named “Oprah” is stopping by. And I’ll be there to stalk greet her.
The well-heeled Condoleeza Rice will be in Tuscaloosa on Friday to give an 11 a.m. lecture, along with some British wank. (more…)
barista’s nightmare
Thursday, October 20th, 2005Coffeehouse brings buzz.
Not great if you hate java.
“One dainty roast, please.”
Zzzzz vs. XXX
Thursday, October 20th, 2005Mike travels a lot for his job. So when he came back a few days ago from L.A. on the redeye, all he wanted was a restful ride in a quiet corner in the tail section.
What he got was rowdy collegians.
‘A beerlicious experience’
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
The South is always good for a laugh or two, especially when we bring it upon ourselves.
Enter “The Daily Show,” which aired its segment on how dry counties may be all wet.
band of bothers
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005Live strong, wristband says.
A talking bracelet? What the …
Cancer of the spaz.
health scare
Tuesday, October 18th, 2005Cough cough, sniffle, cough.
Is it safe to be this sick?
I’ll shoot the bird flu.
Question authority
Tuesday, October 18th, 2005Questions to ask city council runoff candidates at tonight’s forum at WorkPlay …
Pick a card, any card
Tuesday, October 18th, 2005
Whaddaya think of my new business cards? I just can’t decide which one …more on flirting (moron flirting)
Monday, October 17th, 2005BJ is pants shopping at the mall, when he chats up the lovely sales clerk. The pair of trousers he wants (his, not hers) is available from another store. So she takes down his info … “Name.” “Address.” “Phone number.”
After giving his number, he charmingly tosses off, “And your number?” And she giggles at this. But then,
