Post is Prologue

The word "party" is a minefield. It can never be used as a verb, unless the usage is ironic, condescending or disapproving. Any time anyone says they're going to be "partying," what they're really saying is "stay away, unless you get off on some real depressing shit."

Also, adults of a certain age and mindset use it in troubling ways. They throw words like "dinner" and "tupperware" in front of it, which confuses the purpose of what we mean when we say the word party. Really, there are a very limited number of words that should ever proceed party: birthday, anniversary, wedding, drug, hooker, wild, frat, private and a couple others.

But how about "going away"? Should there be going away parties? Perhaps we should we call them something other than parties. Maybe frivolous dirges. Corpseless Funerals. Proper sendoffs. Bon voyagers. Long Goodbyes. Fuck you and the horse you rode in ons. Good Ri-Dances.

Eh, I guess it doesn't matter.

A Mysterious Appearance

There was a new tiny comic book on my desk today. Or maybe an old one I hadn't noticed before. While science may never be able to solve this mystery, one thing is clear. It was definitely there.

In a way, he will always be behind me...

And I behind him.

Godspeed and good luck, you son of a bitch!

Checking in

Will has asked me if I'm OK at least four times today. So I decided to lie down and take a picture of myself. I look alright, right?

There Will Be Posts

I was out yesterday. When I got in this morning, a copy of this baseball-card-sized comic book was on my chair. It's not the first piece of spider-man ephemera that has mysteriously appeared on my desk (hint: it's leaning on the Centerfolds stationary) but I fear it may be the last.

Four More Years!

Will just slapped a W'04 sticker on the back of my chair. I caught him in mid slap, as I turned around during the moment he was trying to sneaky-stick it on.

Of course, I have no problem with the sticker. Well, I'm worried the adhesive will stay on the cloth chair, but politically or culturally I have zero problem with it.

My only regret is that I probably won't have time to make my t-shirt idea before the election. I want a picture of McCain and the words "POWs are Pussies" on the front, and "What, he got captured and we're supposed to applaud" on the back. I think it could really turn the tide for Bob Barr.

Dialogue

W: That's why I'm gonna miss your sparkling-wine like personality.

A: Are you saying my personality is something you give to 15-year-old girls so they get drunk enough to make out with you?

W: What I'm saying is that you're like champagne, and that means there is sex in the champagne room. Wait. Is that a compliment?

A: Honestly, there was so much bizarre imagery zooming through my head I don't even want to try making sense of it.