Ramblings on politics, film, music, literature, current events, pop culture, lists, dirty words, trapezoids, birds, cartoons and any other damned thing that strikes my synapses. A 39ish-year-old freelance journalist and writer living with his wife and baby daughter in the hardscrabble environs of Oklahoma, Chase McInerney now spends much of his time frozen in stark, cold sweat-inducing, gut-percolating fear. For it will be soon ... yes, very, very soon.
Just think, this man once fell in love, got married, raised a family, went to work with a smile and a spring in his step, etc., etc.
posted by Chase McInerney @ 5:01 PM
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He looks remarkably like one of the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz.
Has he always sneered? I've wondered if, with all his heart problems, he has had a stroke at some point. Seriously. Or maybe it's a tick that began after his daughter brought home her partner.
He used to eat children, back in his heyday, but now he has to use a substitute, for his health.
A nice bowl of Malt o' Child in the morning with his Fibercon tab, then sprinkle a little powdered kids and Mrs. Dash on his boiled chicken breast at lunch.
Wouldn't that be a neo-con tab? I doubt anyone with a mug like that indulges in fiber.
It appears that if he did wolf down a kid or two, it gave him dyspepsia.
He doesn't eat children.
Brett -- It was a rhetorical directive :)
I'm extremely susceptible to suggestion ;-)
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