Nominal Returns on Unfulfilled Promises | Tragic Comedy

Well, I obviously never got around to any poetry over the last week, due to too much reading and not enough sleeping.

And to make up for that, here's some fun for everyone.

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Kris Weberg | September 12, 2006
Also, here's the clues so far for this round of the title theme game:

1. 'Round Midnight
2. Natural Deselection
3. Collaborative Theatre with Irrational Actors
4. Don't Leave Me Hangin' on the Telephone
5. Like, Real Gone, Daddy-O
6. Imaginary Exploits of a Hairpiece Gone Mad
7. Nominal Returns on Unfulfilled Promises

Jackie Mason | September 15, 2006
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Berserk Wig

Legend has it that Kris Weberg's head is filled with delicious candy, which is why he avoids blindfolded children carrying sticks. Fortunately for you, he's decided to empty the leftovers here at his blog for your amusement and bemusement. Read more »

Cardinal Sins of the Blogosphere

Hey, is this thing on? I realize that blogging is meant to give everyone a picture of the blogger's ongoing life, but to be frank, I haven't really had one of those in awhile. Between exams reading, doing minor administrative work for a department working group, working up a course proposal for Fall '08, and complaining about much of the above I haven't gotten so much done. Go »

Silk appears in Rome

Hi, all! This will be the second blog I've authored and the fourth blog with which I've been involved as an author, and I still haven't really worked out just what to say in these introductory posts. As most of you know, though, I'm wordy enough once I get rolling that content shouldn't be a problem. Go »

* 'Round Midnight

First things first: Megan Baxter wins round 1 of the "guess the subject line themes" game. Go Megan! I'll keep a running tally of wins. Go »

Negative Attention

Adri's post reminds me of an incident at a Wal*Mart involving myself and some of my friends a few years ago in Peoria. Since she doesn't compromise her rants with dialogue, I guess I'll post it here. Bored and a bit crazed by finals at 3am one early December Saturday, myself, my dorm neighbors Brant Baker* and Ted HItchens* piled into Brant's massive boater of a car -- he was the only one of us froshes with a car at B.U. Go »

Like, Real Gone, Daddy-O

I've been fairly busy for the last several days, going through writing-tutor training for Fall, reading for exams, and using Go »

Imaginary Exploits of a Hairpiece Gone Mad

I stop blogging for a week to read up on political theology, and the world goes awry: planets vanish from the heavens, fantasy football gains a stereotypically "feminine" counterpart, and America's children become catastrophically dumber. And the worst of it is, I haven't really got much to post about in my life, unless someone here is up for a discussion of Walter Benjamin's metaphor of the automaton and the dwarf, which is nowhere near as funny as the dirty joke you probably just made up while reading that phrase. (See, there's this chess-playing automaton, and it represents historical materialism, but the machine is animated by a hidden dwarf who represents theology....oh, Go »