Archive for October, 2013

Chetspeak on Sunday


October 27th, 2013 Posted 8:26 am

“What a stench!” Bernie said in a low whisper, stench being a smell humans were capable of detecting but didn’t like. In the nation within, we have plenty of sounds we don’t like, but not really any smells. Smells are too big a world for simply liking or not liking, and besides, we get way too busy breaking down the smells, and breaking down the parts of the parts, and the parts of the parts of the parts! For example, here inside Cleotis’s crib we had big-time rotting smells, no longer a surprise to me in this city. You want a part? How about food? We had rotting fruit. How about parts of that? Rotting bananas and rotting pineapples. See the way this works? We also had rotting meat, rotting milk, rotting eggs – even humans never miss that last one. The rotting food part was actually a small part of the big smell picture, which was dominated by toilet back-up. It reminded me of a case we’d once worked involving rival septic tank companies owned by two dudes who hated each other. The ways they had of getting back at each other! But no time for that now. Sometimes the most important smells in our business are the ones that aren’t there, and this was one of those times; meaning death was not in the house.

Another quiet whisper from Bernie: “I think I smell rotten eggs.” That was Bernie: human to the max.

– from The Sound and the Furry.


Bookreporter on The Sound and the Furry


October 26th, 2013 Posted 8:37 am

Jade – please retry; photo did not upload.


Jerky Warning


October 25th, 2013 Posted 8:41 am

But no FDA recall yet.

Welcome non-ballplaying dude, seen here:

Zero interest in balls.



Nightmare in the Fens


October 24th, 2013 Posted 8:09 am

“I had a terrible nightmare last night,” Spence says. “Want to hear it?”

“Describe a dream, lose a reader,” says Admin. “But go ahead.”

“Okay. I dreamed Fenway Park was getting bulldozed. The infield looked like an open-pit mine.”

“Did they find the rest of Ted Williams?”

“That’s not funny. What do you think the dream means?”

“Bet the ranch on the Red Sox. Dreams run counterclockwise.”

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