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Tag Archives: McSweeney’s
Waiting for Godot with 4-year-olds
I have a piece over at McSweeney’s Internet Tendencies today. McSweeney’s has been running a lot of top-tier stuff of late (as in the past 21 years), so it’s always a thrill to make the cut. (FYI, this piece follows … Continue reading
Posted in Reading? Ugh!
Tagged 4-year-olds, humor, McSweeney's, Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
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Mary, Thunder Road, responds
So I’m listening to the radio, some oldies crap that my stupid mother can’t seem to get enough of. Yeah, fine, I’m still living at home. You think it’s easy getting a job with a lousy high school degree? Anyway, … Continue reading
Posted in Reading? Ugh!, Writing
Tagged Bruce Springsteen, humor, McSweeney's, Thunder Road, writing
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Don’t Play That Song (You Lied): Contest Winner!
Hello, my little love bugs. Why “love bugs,” do you suppose, and not “love insects”? I even think “love spiders” sounds positively fetching, although it’s only a short leap from “love spiders” to “love crabs,” and I think we need … Continue reading
Posted in Music, Reading? Ugh!
Tagged contest, humor, McSweeney's, misinterpreted songs, music, prizewinner, Valentine's Day
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Wondering where the lions are for sale
Prince once sang, “Maybe you’re just like my mother/she’s never satisfied.” Well, Prince is a jerk, bringing his mother into it like that. Shame on you, Prince! After all the years she spent changing your purple diapers and telling you … Continue reading
Posted in Turn that radio on!, Writing
Tagged Blogging, brag, Bruce Cockburn, CBC Breakaway, humor, humour, life, McSweeney's, Prince, Purple Rain, satisfaction, writing
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Return of the 4-year-old
In January, CBC’s “WireTap” adapted a piece of mine from McSweeney’s entitled, “The 4-Year-Old Enters Anger Management,” one of a series of pieces putting the child in adult situations. It made me realize how much I missed the little stinker. … Continue reading