Every so often, I click over to Exquisite Corpse. Since it’s put together by a local guy, I feel somehow obligated to enjoy it. But invariably, I walk away more confused than anything. It’s kinda like watching those weird Cold War, Czechoslovakian cartoons that used to appear on USA’s Calliope (and which were subsequently parodied on The Simpsons–during the “Gabbo” episode, if I’m not mistaken). Anyhoo, it always looks interesting, kinda, but it make two dollars and no sense.
Most of the time.
And then they’ll publish a damn funny article like this, and suddenly life is good and we’ve got Squishy back even though it’s not technically her doing the writing and girl talk is funny and I’m laughing loud enough to wake my boyfriend…
Okay, enough dilly-dallying. I’m off to clean some more. The new roomie and his hound should be arriving shortly.
P.S. If you’re in New Orleans tonight, you’d better get your ass to the Fifi Mahony’s Wig Extravaganza at the Shim Sham. I’m serious. I dunno what time it starts or anything, but be there. And say “hi.”
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