Thom: What do you want? Me: Call your mother, Dicko. Thom: Why? Me: ... Thom: Oh - the birthday thing? Me: Yes. Thom: Goodbye. [Moments pass. The phone rings.] Mom: Why did your brother just call me Dicko? Me: Oh jeez. Did he sing? Mom: He just called and said…
Waste Not
I recently visited the MoMA on one of their free Friday thingamawhatsits. I'm all about supporting the arts in theory. I just don't seem to put my money where my mouth is. It's a recession, people. The concrete 'shroom biz isn't exactly booming. Focus, Elly. Try again. So I was…