For John Mark Karr life sucks. The sad son of a bitch has been doomed since the media hung his middle name out in public and created that creepy public identity that goes with guys with three names: Lee Harvey Oswald, Mark David Chapman, John Wilkes Booth… (John Hinckley and Arthur Bremer missed the triple appellation because their victims survived, I think).

It will be interesting to see how much bandwidth “John Mark Karr” sucks up for “George What-a-fucking-idiot Bush” between now and November.

(creepy photo credit to Metroblogging LA and creepy Jill Greenberg)

Little snakes without the plane? Who thinks this stuff up?

I like Barbara Feldman’s site because she makes me think of 99.

Honest to god I was driving to the job this morning thinking about a post called “pinochle on your snout.” Then I get this email about worms crawling in and out and I decided it was probably the divine speaking to me in special ways. I immediately stopped the car and carved a huge boulder, a glacial erratic pushed here from the sea, into a beautiful gold-encrusted jade Buddha and I left a little offfering of prime rib and black eyed peas there in his lap and went on my way relieved of that karmic burden.

Wait. I didn’t get the email until later, so the whole thing about the jade Buddha with gold crustaceans is probably a hallucination or a lie or some kind of web-too-oh thing.