The Good Word of Sprout

Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Three Links

What's the weather doing here? It's been windy, a lady got impaled by a falling tree branch (she's okay [relatively] as of the latest), and now it's cold. I expected that. As we move into November, the seasonal doldrums will begin to take hold. I expect you guys to get me through it, though I will make an effort too.

These are interesting bits, in no particular order, scattered, if you will, by the wind...and you will:

1) On Hidden Lives

2) Four

3) Whoops

So, enjoy the last of the changing leaves, those of you in regions which have seasons, and to those others, please understand that we like to get sad and gray and cold so later we can get happy and bright and warm.



Tuesday, October 12, 2010


"You weren't just looking at that pear, you were devouring it with your eyes."

"Yes. Yes. I was thinking that that pear has an appealing rose hue, like your ass."

"Don't compare my ass to a pear. You think it sags. You think it's spotty. You think it has a poisonous core. Poisonous seeds."

"Poisonous? Not in a bad way. Your ass is a pear in ripeness, ripe color. And in juiciness. Not in shape. It's not pear-shaped. It's pear-juicy."


"Pear-juicy. Run-down-my-chin juicy. I'd like to bite into it."

"Too bad. I'm going to the store."

"For pears?"

"For tampons."


"For tampons and pears."



Friday, October 01, 2010

Problem/Solution/Com- plication

Problem: This Art is a piece of shit.

Solution: I won't have anything they call Art in my home.

Complication: Now he goes by Arthur.

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