Oh, no, she's a lovely person. And she forces me to be a more engaged housekeeper on my own: I have to do a significant amount of decluttering every two weeks just so there's enough floor space for her to vacuum swab the decks with Murphy Oil Soap. I also get revenge by asking her to change my bedsheets... once every 6 months.
RubberCrutch, 14-watt illuminatus and man about town, earns his living as a simple country editor, as if toiling on a chain gang beside Larry Fine, making little sentences out of big ones.
He has 30 years of professional experience in written and visual communications, including journalism, public relations, advertising, technical publishing, and photography. In connection with some of those roles he has won several unimportant awards.
[Editor's note: in archived Fifty50 posts, all references to one "StuporMundi" in fact pertain to our hero, RubberCrutch, unless otherwise noted. Thank you for your attention in this matter.]
It is the mission of this weblog to offer you, at least half the time, an assortment of essays and pictures pertaining to current events, aesthetic studies, psychological inquiries, and everyday tomfoolery, presented in a jocular setting that is suitable for Mom, Pop, Junior, and Sis, as long as Mom and Sis do not object to literature that sometimes contains words such as "asshole" and "fuck."
so are ya gonna send Alice to da moon?
ReplyDeleteOh, no, she's a lovely person. And she forces me to be a more engaged housekeeper on my own: I have to do a significant amount of decluttering every two weeks just so there's enough floor space for her to vacuum swab the decks with Murphy Oil Soap. I also get revenge by asking her to change my bedsheets... once every 6 months.
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