Monday, April 27, 2009

No pictures??

This no workee?

-- Post From My iPhone

Testing a new blogging app...

Hello all the people in the universe and beyond. Here is one of those blogging things.

-- Post From My iPhone

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Craig's List Killer

I've been reading about Philip Markoff, the so-called Craig's List Killer. I love referring to someone as the so-called something. It could be either very formal or very condescending. Really depends on how you say it. If you put the sarcastic quotes around it, it's way dismissive, if you don't, it sounds like Elizabethan speech.
"A thousand pardons, sire, but the so-called Craig's List Killer requests a moment of your time."
I have paid specific attention to his fiancee', who, by anyone's measure, is REALLY understanding and supportive. She might also be a touch naive. Maybe a little.
She seems to, at least at this time, be unwavering in her support of a guy who is becoming more and more creepy with every additional layer of... well, creepiness that is revealed about him.
I imagine her psyche needs her to support him and believe in him. Because, if she were to decide to not, it might call her entire belief structure into question and typically people are not real excited about having their entire belief structure called into question.
Consider the triple-decker sandwich of suck she would have to consume if she just accepted everything.

Okay. So? My soon-to-be husband has a gambling problem. We can work through it.
Okay. Well this isn't good. Apparently my soon-to-be husband frequents Craig's List and hires massage-y, hooker-y women for... things. This is harder, but with some counseling and work, we can get through it.
Okay. No, wait. What? He has been tying up and robbing hookers to pay for his gambling habit and may have KILLED one? I'm going to need a minute...

For me, it would be like if someone proved that the Born Agains were right and that the world really was only 7,000 years old and all those fossils were put in place because God was testing us.
I think I would start questioning everything I thought was true.

I wonder how much leeway my lovely wife would afford me if I were in similar circumstances.
I think, if I were to get arrested, because a guy who looked like me was on surveillance cameras where something bad happened, she would hang in.
If they found a gun hidden in with my stuff, she might not bail. People feel the need to have guns to protect themselves.
She might not, MIGHT not, abandon me if I were found to have some other woman's underwear in my possession. That would be a tricky one to get out of, though.
Clearly the duct tape is not an issue. Every man loves duct tape.

But, the ZipCuffs. Oh, the ZipCuffs. How you gonna weasel out of having a bunch of those just hanging around?
"Honey... I know how much you hate all the wires behind the computer desk. I thought these would help."

Thursday, October 30, 2008

a collection of shows...

Hey to anyone who might accidentally stumble back into the swarveyland world.

Here are a bunch of shows, in one convenient player, that I have not posteded here.

Enjoy, bastards!

Friday, August 22, 2008

the 18th show-izzo...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

for lee... 17th show...

Thursday, August 7, 2008

re: the 16th show

Friday, August 1, 2008

re:the 15th show!!

Thursday, July 24, 2008


Nothing more than, "Heh..."

Thursday, July 10, 2008