Phoning it in

This movie would've been so much better if only it was George Clooney in the wet, clinging, see-through clothes.

However, I've been recently negotiating with someone who stumbled upon this blog and is potentially interested in becoming a fan. Some eye candy for the male set was suggested as a deal sweetener. Please consider the glimpse of dripping siren chicks a good-faith gesture. Have your people call our people. I'm sure we can work something out.

Super-short stories update:

Have had a few submissions. Have written one. Trying to decide whether to mete out one at a time or compile for one post. Leaning toward one a day until supply exhausted. Shouldn't have posted Hemingway's. Hemingway is intimidating.

Moral dilemma of the month

There's a little peckerhead fibbing his scrawny butt off. I won't say he's lying, but he isn't telling the truth either, and he knows it.

Truth wouldn't serve his purposes, and his purposes appear to come first and are way more base purposes than honesty, integrity and all that boring shit.

There is an abundance of proof that said little peckerhead is fibbing. There are also problems with providing that proof. Anyone who provides it would be speaking out of school for which one could get whacked.

Proof would also call attention to something that absolutely should not have more attention drawn to it.

So, Peckerhead gets away with fibbing loudly and repeatedly.

Or does he?

Others know he's fibbing including the peckerhead in his mirror. His stock has dropped dramatically in the eyes of most who have this information.

Maybe, just maybe, that will matter to him, and he'll either stop the fibbing or at least feel like a shit which would be an appropriate consequence. I cannot be optimistic on this point because he has exhibited a willingness to exploit to his advantage other things for which he should feel like a shit.

In the meantime, others have bought the fibs and are gushing with sympathy for the poor peckerhead which is difficult to observe without calling the fibbing peckerhead a fibbing peckerhead and providing proof of his fibbing and peckerheadedness.

Should said peckerhead just be written off completely?

Is it appropriate to hope peckerhead one day gets his ass kicked hard enough when he fibs about or to the wrong person that he sees the error of his ways?

Or should I merely hope that he eventually gets tangled enough in his fibweb that others quit gushing and hold him accountable?

What would Jesus do?

What would Aggy say?

Will I manage to not put my hands around his fibbing peckerheaded geeky little pencil neck upon our next meeting?

Wednesday editorial comment

Please, please, I beg of you, try not to be a douche. Not on a Wednesday.