Geraldo the Giant Giraffe

Occasionally I visit the same store where years ago I bought Beyoncé the Giant Metal Chicken.  Usually it’s all pillows and dog toys and wicker baskets.  Sometimes you’ll find a largish metal lobster and once there was a full-sized horse made of wine corks and sticks, but it’s never anything that really screams, “HEY, I’M FUCKING INSANE“.Continue reading “Geraldo the Giant Giraffe”

I am the suspicious activity on my account.

For the last couple of years our credit/debit card has been cancelled over and over because of “suspicious activity.”  I never know that my card been cancelled until my card is turned down by an uncomfortable cashier, and that’s always nice because it’s such a great self-esteem booster when your card gets declined at the drugstore when you’re buying toiletContinue reading “I am the suspicious activity on my account.”

A friend for Beyonce.

Conversation with Victor: me: I FOUND A MAILBOX FOR US. Victor: We don’t need a mailbox. me: And yet I still found one.  It’s like a goddamn Christmas miracle. Victor: Yeah.  You keep using that word.  I don’t think it means what you think it means. me:  Miracle?  It means “A person or thing thatContinue reading “A friend for Beyonce.”

Beyonce

Several people have asked if we still have Beyonce-the-giant-metal-chicken.  OF COURSE WE DO.  Beyonce right this second: Country life agrees with him. Except for the hornets nest inside his belly, which, now that I think about it, sort of works as an organic burglar alarm.  No one ever expects to battle angry hornets when tryingContinue reading “Beyonce”