Spencer’s Journal June 26,2006
Notes for the Terdman funeral. The eulogy to be given by yours truly. The Terdman estate — Where the Interstate of Life runs through the yard and the house faces in the wrong direction.
The Players: Ruth Terdman: She is the matriarch of generations of Terds, faced with the challenge of [...]
Grabbing the velvet-sheathed rope which hangs from the ceiling just above his head, Spencer pulls the cords three times. A distant muffled *gong gong gong* echoes up the stonewalled staircase, and is heard in a distant butler’s pantry four floors beneath his turret bedroom. A few moments pass, footsteps sound, and then Cook enters the [...]
Just want to take a moment to thank Lisa Shea for her excellent website. It’s full of great information. Shea is interesting and she’s helped me through my horrid poison ivy this week with her excellent advice. Lisa now goes on my list of: People I Wish Lived Next-Door to Me (the official list to [...]
He entered the room, hat in hand, and he was dragging. Just barely able to shuffle his slipper-clad feet across the vestibule floor. Mumbling incoherently.
Afraid, his wife raised her dew-spotted face from the grassy living room lawn and stared, wide-eyed and innocent. As if just arising from a deep slumber. And all Margaret heard was, [...]
Spencer’s been off on assignment, writing an article with VMac on YA fiction for Popmatters. He will return, vainglorious, sometime Thursday. Meanwhile, be read some e.e. cummings.
Could there be a better poem than "Buffalo Bill’s"?
Trapped like a gerbil on a wheel in the customer service line at SuddenLink Cable Company (our little hell hole’s only cable provider), the Fox News channel BOOMED from the fancy-shmancy giant flat panel TV on the wall next to my head. I cried aloud Sweet Jesus, help me. Then I wept but no one [...]
Genius Stephen Colbert needs to give me a passport to the Colbert Nation, I want to move there.
