Monday, December 22, 2008
I'm Going To Be A Great Mother Someday
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sleep with one horn open.
Referring URL http://www.google.co...ogle Search&aq=f&oq=
Search Engine: google.com
Search Words: unicorns stab
Do Not Go To There
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I have great news for Beyonce.
But mainly, like the rest of the nation, I've been spending all my time listening to and thinking about Beyonce's insanely catchy new song Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It).
And having now listened to it three or four (thousand) times, I am excited to say that I can help Beyonce out with her quest to find the perfect guy as described in the lyrics:
Don’t treat me like things of this world
I’m not that kind of girl
Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve
He’s a man that makes me and takes me
And delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond
Um, look no further Beyonce, for I have found him:
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Prop 8
Honestly, and I hope this won't come across as too harsh, but people who voted yes on Prop 8 should go fuck themselves forever.
And then they should all hold hands and walk into the ocean.
And the ocean should be made out of fire, mosquitoes and more fire.
Or, you know, whatever.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
We're Going To Get The Government We Deserve
- A newscaster interviewing the Naked Cowboy about who he voted for (McCain Palin)
- Clips from election skits on SNL
- Ice skaters skating on an electoral map.
If this continues all day, here's what else we'll see:
- Genetically altered red white and blue kittens rolling around on an American flag quilt made by the cast of CSI Miami
- David Duchovny rating the hotness of each candidate (special graphic created by MSNBC news team)
- Who Are Babies Voting For? A Fox news special.
- Al Roker cooks an election feast with a dancing bear
- Alyssa Milano performs selected scenes from the movies Primary Colors and All The President's Men at Corcoran Prison
- Los Angeles woman dies of eye-poisoning after watching 12 hours of election coverage, Boyz II Men to dedicate album of patriotic songs to her memory to be released when polls close.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sorry, I went grocery shopping.
The long story is: I always let my sister Lizzie make my grocery lists, and I'm not allowed to come back until I've gotten everything. Here is the list she made me:
Lizzie's Grocery List For Wendy
1. One suit from the Big And Tall Store
2. Poop tire
3. Scallions
4. Scallywags
5. Moby (the guy)
6. Pet Rock
7. Pig's feet
8. a pale yellow sock
9. your mom
10. my mom
11. That other guy's mom, you know that guy whose name I always forget. I wanna say "Steve?" Does that sound right?
12. Silk worms
13. The Dark Crystal
14. Ribbons
15. sneakers (shhhhh!)
16. a dragon
17. barack obama
18. teenage ninja turtles (mutant or regular)
19. sammiches
20. fancy hats
21. stink
22. one red rose
So you can see why it took a little while. It's hard to find scallions.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
How I'm Surviving The Economic Downturn

Not eating one-hundred-dollar bills anymore unless very hungry.
Only flying around on diamond and emerald plane when ruby and opal plane is in shop.
Conserving energy by slapping butler less often.
Using orphans as coasters (not really money-saving, but adorable).
Charging ten dollars for BJs instead of seven.
Tossing lower-value gold coins into fountains while making wishes.
Feeding cats Kobe-style beef instead of the real thing.
Pawning my solid gold pants.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Other Foreign Policy Experience Cited On Sarah Palin's Resume
Got French manicure for Senior Prom
Huge fan of Eva Longoria
Almost drove into Canada once while lost
Watched Fawlty Towers on PBS -- didn't "get it"
Stretched round globe-thingy into proper flat shape, accidentally caught a glimpse of Africa
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I'm About To Go Global, My Bitches
So guess what location shows up in my sitemeter today:
| Domain Name | mtaonline.net ? (Network) | ||||||||||||||||
| IP Address | REDACTED | ||||||||||||||||
| ISP | MTA Solutions | ||||||||||||||||
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I am probably gonna go missing any second now once Sarah Palin's security team tracks me down.
It's been fun!
Please make jokes about vaginas in my memory.
Hi.
Forget about the election and the mortgage bailout people, black teenagers are wearing their pants too low.
Oh don't worry; now they are doing a story on how the Rialto football team's field is infested with ants.
They just literally said: "They're tackling the problem head on."
I'm moving to space.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Breaking News
In the past year, I have frequently shunned social engagements, claiming I was burnt out from work, stressed or just uninterested.
I turned down a job even though I was unemployed at the time, claiming the job sounded "like a nightmare."
I have started wearing looser clothing, claiming that "I feel too old to wear anything short and/or tight."
There are times in the last eighteen months, usually after going out with friends, when I can't account for my actions or whereabouts.
And finally, most tellingly, while Sarah Palin remains slim, I am a big ol' chubby chub-monster.
I am sure you can see where I am going with this. Clearly...
I AM THE MOTHER OF BABY TRIG.

PICTURED: MY BABY
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Off To The Races
I will say that my six year-old nephew has developed a surprisingly sophisticated sense of humor in the last few weeks. We were getting ready to put stuff on the barbecue for dinner and I asked him if he would mind getting into a big tupperware full of oil and spices so we could marinate him before we cooked him. He paused for a beat, and then said, completely deadpan, almost world-weary:
"Of course I will."
Then after we put the kids to bed, the adults played a maddeningly addictive board game called Carcassone. Have you played it? It's nerd-crack. Stay away.
Later this week we are headed out to Kansas City, then on to New York. Don't try to rob me. A serial killer is house-sitting for us.
I might even try to write some travelogue-y type stuff while we are on the road, or it might just be penis jokes again. Who knows! Let's spin the wheel!
One thing I know right now is that I am not too excited about flying on a plane. To me, planes are like the 1800s. I like to read about them and hear about them and watch movies about when there are snakes on them (I loved that movie Snakes on the 1800s), but I don't really want to actually take part in the flying of them. Worst metaphor ever.
See, this is why I just make penis jokes. Like why did the penis cross the road? Get it?
Anyway, I promised rambling, and I delivered. Now I have to go be in the 1800s.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Rejected Titles For This Year’s Company-Wide Human Resources Meeting:
Television
Now that we've cleared that up.
If you happen to reside in New York, the pilot we shot last year, Point View Terrace, got into the New York Television Festival. Maybe you'd like to come? It's free to watch.
Info here:
THE NEW YORK TELEVISION FESTIVAL
Then maybe I can come watch you do something some time, like if you are a glassblower I can watch that. Or maybe you are a baby, and I can watch you be a baby. I don't want to watch you be a racist, though, so if that's your idea of a good time, maybe find another racist to watch you. Enjoying shared interests is a great way to make (racist) friends.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I will destroy fax machine, own future.
When I am going to an office for something like this, I start picturing myself opening a can of soda and then pouring it directly into their fax machine.
Then when they ask me what I'm doing, I punch a bunch of buttons, say "I'm faxing a soda to Japan," and then run out of the building.
Totally normal, right?
God, I hope they have a fax machine.
Friday, August 22, 2008
The Holidays

Nine Unspeakable Holiday Gaffes
Ensuring department store elves are extra perky by providing them with special “Christmas Meth.”
After priest finishes midnight mass sermon detailing the virgin birth, hollering “Prove it!” from the back of the church.
Taking nap in manger after one too many mulled wines.
At office holiday party, offering to show the ladies your Christmas balls.
For Christmas dinner? Delicious reindeer steak!
At in-laws Chanukah party, saying “Wow! This is even jewier than I thought it would be!”
Selecting and cutting down your own Christmas tree from your neighbor’s living room.
Filling your spouse’s stocking with evidence of your affairs.
Gather neighborhood orphans to announce non-existence of Santa Claus, hope.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Good News/ Bad News/Gun News

The bad news is that my husband was mugged at gunpoint last night.
The good news is that he wrote a funny blog entry about his experience:
Jeff's blog.
I can't write anymore right now because I am too busy working on Periods Magazine.
I'm not kidding.
Get ready to love the changes that are happening to your body.
(Artist's rendering of gunman courtesy of Jeff Drake)
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Great Idea
And it's going to come out every month, except for sometimes it will be late and all the subscribers will get worried.
I'm kind of serious about this. Kind of.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Why I'm Not Michael Phelps

When I was a kid and my mom took me to swimming lessons, I was so frightened that I threw up in the pool, and they had to get everyone out and clean the pool.
The next time we went, I told the teacher that I had to go to the bathroom, and then I got out and ran away. They had to chase me through the park where the pool was and capture me.
There are probably a lot of other reasons, but mainly those.
Although I would like it a lot if one of the Olympic athletes would throw up in the pool and then run away.
If any Olympic athletes are reading this, I will mail you five dollars if you do that.
Come on, it's just the Olympics.
So...

...it's the middle of the night and I'm working, but really, I'm thinking about this commercial I saw earlier for FRIED ICE CREAM at Sonic Burger. Really? Do we need?
And in the commercial, the girls say they want another one. Another FRIED ICE CREAM. Like ice cream, but also fried! Shoot yourself with a saturated fat-gun!
So assuming that people in commercials act the way the company wants YOU to act, here's the thing:
SONIC BURGER IS TRYING TO KILL YOU.
I think that the plot of Saw V is going to just be a bunch of people at Sonic Burger making amusing remarks while they are killed by eating a variety of Sonic products.
Also? I have not seen any of the Saw movies so that probably makes no sense.
But seriously people, run! The Sonic is coming from inside the giant tubs of fried food.
Friday, August 8, 2008
The Stories They Missed

Everyone has been so busy in the last few hours reading about how John Edwards cheated on his cancer-stricken wife , that they may have missed these headlines about what else John Edwards did today.
From the New York Times:
John Edwards Eats Endangered Panda Steak While Parked In Only Handicapped Parking Space at Manhattan Village Mall.
From the Washington Post:
John Edwards Reveals Non-Existence of Santa to a Gathering of Katrina Orphans, Then Sets Little Girl's Teddy Bear on Fire While Punching Julie Andrews in the Face and Making Fun of Doomed Challenger Space Crew.
And from the Christian Science Monitor Online:
Only Known Unicorn Stabbed, Suspect Still at Large.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Don't Fear The Reaper
From TV Week:
"Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve" adds Ryan Seacrest's name to the title.
So, ABC's annual special has been retitled "Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve with Ryan Seacrest," with Seacrest continuing to co-host with Clark.
I think maybe the title should be:
"Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve With Ryan Seacrest:
Wherein Our Fears Of Aging Are Made Flesh By The Once Ageless Clark Who, Now Infirm, Stares Into The Eyes Of Ryan Seacrest And Sees There The Flame Of His Own Once Vibrant Youth, And In A Moment Of Rage, Clasps His Hands Around Seacrest's Neck And Screams, 'Give It Back, Seacrest! Give Me Back My Life! I Squandered It, Seacrest, And The Bony Hand Of Death Reaches up From The Hell Mouth To Grasp At The Hem Of My Garment. Help, Me Seacrest, Help Me!'
Also Featuring Pink And The Jonas Brothers."
But that's just me.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Dennis The Menace Is A Hun
KATE: What is this cat's name?
WENDY: Hildegaard.
KATE: Is that a viking name?
WENDY: I don't think so.
30 seconds later...
KATE: Oh, I was thinking of Hagar The Horrible.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The World's Shortest Episode Of Law and Order: SVU

FADE IN: Central Park
Detectives Benson and Stabler examine the body of a forty-year old white man lying in the dirt.
Stabler spots a homeless guy lurking near the police tape.
STABLER
Let's see if our spectator knows anything?
BENSON
Good idea.
Stabler and Benson walk over to the homeless man.
HOMELESS
Hey, it's not a crime to watch.
STABLER
It's a crime if you're covering up for someone.
HOMELESS
I'm not covering up for anyone. That guy got killed by another male
prostitute.
BENSON
Oh yeah, which one.
HOMELESS
The one named Dave Jones.
STABLER
Ha ha. Like the guy from the Monkees?
HOMELESS
Yep. That was him. I think he's the guest star this week, right. So it's
pretty obvious he's the killer. Like that time Martin Short was on.
BENSON
Fine, but what's the twist?
HOMELESS
The prostitution ring was just a cover up for a human trafficking ring run
by other guest star Leah Thompson.
STABLER
Oh.
Ice-T walks over.
ICE-T
You need me to rough this guy up?
BENSON
Not really.
FADE OUT
Monday, July 28, 2008
MonkeyBicycle

So! Here is a thing I had in the new issue of Monkeybicycle. It's their dirty humor issue, and there are so many funny things in it, especially a very funny contribution by the famous famous guy Patton Oswalt.
So, enjoy mine below, and consider picking up a copy. Independent press thanks you!
Timmy Fenmore, Gifted Third Grader, Answers Your Questions About Sex
by Wendy Molyneux
Dear Timmy,
When I met my wife she was a real firecracker in the sack, but now that we’ve been married for three years, she just rolls over at night and goes right to sleep. Any suggestions as to how I could get her in the mood?
Thanks,
R. R.
Dear R.R.,
I never tried setting off a firecracker in a sack before, but one time I stole a firecracker from my dad’s shed. My friend Laura and I went down by the creek and lit it. My mom found out and said that when my dad got back from his business trip I would be in trouble. But then my dad never came home from his business trip because he met a nice Phillipina lady in Los Angeles. I don’t know if you know this, but the primary exports of the Philippines are electronic components and apparel, but according to my mom it’s also crawling with whores. Anyway, I don’t know how you can get your wife in a mood. Low serotonin levels in the brain can alter moods for the worse. So you could try to expose her to stimuli that would raise her serotonin levels, like ice cream or reruns of Farscape. I used to be able to stay up and watch that at nine, but now Mom sends me to my room so she can have a special grown-up soda. My favorite soda is Mountain Dew Code Red, but I can only have one glass or I’ll never get to sleep.
Stay Cool,
Timmy
* * *
Dear Timmy,
I am a thirty-five year old woman with a steady boyfriend. But lately I’ve found myself attracted to other women, and even made out with a female co-worker at the office Christmas party. I love my boyfriend and I don’t think I’m a lesbian, but is there anything wrong with this kind of experimentation?
Confused,
L.T.
Dear L.T.,
I love experiments, and experimentation is how we find out about the world and come up with our most basic scientific principles. Now that dad is gone, my mom said I could use his shed as my own laboratory, as long as I don’t use any fire or corrosive chemicals. I found some magazines hidden behind a board in there that had a lot of pictures of ladies kissing and hugging each other. If you want to kiss another lady, it seems okay, especially if you are both nurses or lonely farm-girls. According to the magazines, sometimes girls just can’t help it, especially if there are no men around. I guess now that my dad is gone my mom might start kissing other ladies. I just hope that she doesn’t start kissing Mrs. Benkelman from next door. She smells like onions and cats, and if my model airplane accidentally lands in her yard, I won’t get it back.
Sincerely,
Timmy
* * *
Dear Timmy,
I’m an old fashioned guy with old-fashioned values. I married my wife because I knew she’d be happy staying home with the kids and making me a hot meal every night. But then she took a class at the Learning Annex about female sexuality, and now she wants us to try all kinds of fancy stuff in bed. I don’t know why things just can’t be the way they used to be. Is there any way to talk her out of this crazy business?
Desperate,
B.G.
Dear B.G.,
Have you ever heard of entropy? Entropy is the principle that says that any isolated system will tend toward disorder and chaos. Any attempt to control the universe and keep it the way it is will be fruitless in the face of this tendency. But sometimes the best things happen because of accidents, like when my mom fell asleep on the front lawn after her girls night out and when I was waking her up I found a snapping turtle in the grass. Or like when Alexander Fleming accidentally discovered penicillin.
Besides, would it kill you to eat your wife’s pussy once in a while?
All the Best,
Timmy
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I look good.
Okay, that said, there are times when you really do look hot, and you want to post a picture of yourself just in case a creepy ex stops by your blog (you know who you are!).
And I just got a new outfit that I really want to show off.
I just look so good in it!

EAT YOUR HEART OUT
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Bye, Suckers
Anyhow, I'm pretty sure that I'll be coming back as a billionaire (that's how Vegas works, right?), and I already know how to handle it.
See below.
HOW TO TELL PEOPLE THAT YOU ARE A BILLIONAIRE
WITHOUT SOUNDING OBNOXIOUS
(originally written for McSweeney's)
1. Excuse me, but did you know that I am a billionaire? Well, I am. Nice wheelchair, asshole.
2. Pardon me, but did you drop this wallet? Oh, no, wait. I dropped it. I guess because it was so full of money. (Sigh.) Billions of dollars, in fact. Come back here or I'll hire someone to kill you.
3. My, what a cute baby. I have a baby at home made entirely out of one-hundred-dollar bills. Why do you think Jesus loves me so much? Is it because I am a billionaire?
4. What nice weather we're having. I enjoy the rain. I also enjoy inviting a bunch of orphans over to my house and telling them that I am going to adopt them. Then, at the end of the day, I gather them around me and, after pausing to puff on my pipe, I say, "Just kidding, jerks." I am a billionaire.
5. Do you know what a billion dollars looks like? I guess not, because you are blind. I'm sleeping with your wife.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Discontinued Pinata Models

Icy Emotional Distance, Rendered In Papier-Mache
Balls
Photo by Donut Reporter
Possible Explanations As To How I Came Home From An Animal Shelter With Two Cats Instead Of One, Presented In Order Of Decreasing Plausibility
Am planning on assembling cat army to take over entire world.
Am planning on assembling dancing-cat vaudeville show to take over entire world.
In bizarre Speed-type scenario, evil madman threatened to blow up innocent people if I did not take two cats, adopt them, then drive them around on a bus, never going below 55 MPH.
Am sane.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Failed Names For Fireworks

Non-Sparklers
Big Jack's Hand-Removers
Superfun Partial Paralysis Bombs
Roman Candles of Doom, Certain To Take Both An Eye And The Sense Of Security You've Carried With You Since Birth Like A Diamond Pressed Into The Palm Of Your Hand, So Light You Hardly Knew It was There, So Constant You Barely Knew To Value It
Duds
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Things My Hands Are Free To Do In The Car Now That Cellphone Handsets Are Illegal
Do nails
Make "dashboard nachos"
Cat's cradle
Solitaire
High-five invisible friends
Tetris
Wave hands in the air to make "tracers" (only when on acid)
Open champagne
Pour champagne in champagne flute
Drink champagne
Behind The Scenes!
When I watch it, I get really happy because this was one of the most fun experiences of my life. Whether or not people love it, putting your own production together and making something happen on your own is a great feeling, and the three days that we shot were exhausting but (feelings! lame!) incredibly rewarding and memorable. If anyone ever picks it up, that would just be a bonus.
Sitcom Pilot
Last summer, before the strike, my husband and I independently produced a sitcom pilot that we are just now wrapping up editing (hey, we're busy eating sushi, talking on cell phones, and getting into relationships with Wilmer Valderamma).
Anyhow, here's the trailer. I'm the blonde, my husband's the one who isn't Tuc Watkins. And the brunette is Brooke Dillman, who has been in one million TV shows.
Enjoy!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Contest Results
The challenge was to come up with titles for the list "Bestsellers For People With Low Expectations."
There were many, many good entries, but there can only be one winner. Well, one winner of the fours books, the two other finalists will each get a copy of my book. Talk about low expectations!
In the end, there was one that just seemed the saddest, and therefore the funniest. The one about someone who didn't even have the energy to, you know, die.
WINNER:
As I Lay Tired
By
Dan Burt
FINALISTS:
A Room With A Window
By
'flake
Realistic Expectations
by
mary
HONOR ROLL:
Adequate Homes and Gardens
by Randy
The Three Habits of People Who Haven't Failed Yet
by
Steven
Kind of Interested George
by
Anonymous#1
Harry Potter And The Gaping Void In Your Life
by
Anonymous#2
To Injure A Pigeon
by
wewerethecoolkids
Men are from Mars, and women are from Mars also, but a part of Mars where the culture is slightly different, but it´s not so much of a barrier that they can´t communicate, it´s just difficult sometimes (unabridged version)
by
Chris J
A Half-Hearted Wave To Arms
susan
Not Emma
by
J.M. Tewkesbury
Assistant Manager Of The Rings
and
Near The Road
by
Anonymous#3
Thanks to everyone who played.
New contest coming soon, so come back and try again!
UPDATE: I don't have emails for the two runners-up. Email me at specialtypants@gmail.com to get your books!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Blind Item: Which Awesome Commenter Will Write A Comment That Wins Them Four Awesome Books?
Free stuff.
Whether we're winning it in a game show or stealing it from Native Americans, getting stuff for free is a proud U.S. tradition.
But Wendy, is there a catch? Of course there is! You don't just get free stuff. You have to WIN free stuff.
Below is a list I did a while ago on this blog. Add your own book to the list in the comments, and/or email it to me at Specialtypants@gmail.com.
Whichever one makes me laugh the most will win all four (4) books from the TOW Books imprint, which you can read about and order here:
TOW Books: Funny books for people with good senses of humor.
Individually, those books are:
So You Want To Be President
Really, You've Done Enough
Oh, the Humanity!
Everything Is Wrong With You
I have read these books, and I pronounce them funny.
Again, add yours in the comments, and then copy your comment into an email and send it to me at specialtypants@gmail.com so that I can send you an email if you are the winner. If you are shy, you can also JUST email it to me.
I'll also repost the winning entry on Monday so check back.
Okay, here's the list:
BESTSELLING BOOKS FOR PEOPLE WITH LOW EXPECTATIONS
The Okay Bones
The Three Or Four People You Meet In Heaven
Walking With Scissors
Eat, Pray, And Then, I Don't Know, Maybe Make Some Phone Calls?
The DaVinci Code
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Things That Don't Belong Together
Anyway, I went to a new dentist who was sweet and awesome. And she has a TV positioned right by the chair so you can watch a DVD during your appointment. And most of the movies made sense:
Bee Movie
Legally Blonde
Finding Nemo
Lighthearted, amusing fare to make that cleaning or gold-tooth filing more pleasant. But then I noticed that in the pile was also this:
The Life Of David Gale
From the description on rottentomatoes:
Synopsis: Gale (Kevin Spacey) is a Texas professor and anti-death penalty activist who, ironically enough, winds up on death row for the rape and murder of a colleague. Kate Winslet plays Bitsey Bloom, the brave journalist who sets out to tell to his story. In the days leading up to his execution, Gale fills her in on his life via flashbacks, which include political debates, lectures, sex with a student, rape allegations, alcoholism, divorce, and despair.
I mean honestly, if you choose to watch this movie WHILE getting a root canal, here are some other things you might enjoy:
Listening to Who Let The Dogs Out while getting punched in the junk
Going back to middle school while also being in jail while also having terrible poison ivy and also becoming Paris Hilton's unpaid butler-for-life
Killing yourself while commiting suicide
Two And A Half Men
So, don't watch David Gale while getting your gold tooth filed down (pretty!) but do get your gold tooth filed down, becuase seriously, you have not used that side of your mouth in like two years, and it's like somebody took a thorn out of your paw.
I might even become a nice person now that my tooth isn't bothering me.
From now on, this blog is about candy, unicorns, happy rainbows, and unicorns made of happy candy rainbows.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Gene Novotny, Detective From Corporate Headquarters

In:
The Case Of The Permanently Dead Temp
One thing was clear. The temp was dead. Sometime that morning, between filling up the coffeepot and clearing the voicemail at the Cupertino branch of State Plan Insurance, the temp had been killed.
At first, her co-workers thought she might have had a heart attack or slipped and fallen, but then Helen Poole had helpfully pointed out that she had obviously been stabbed with the very large knife that was still sticking out of her back.
Another day, another case for Gene Novotny, Detective from Corporate Headquarters.
As soon as Gene stepped foot in the Cupertino office, fresh off his flight from Corporate Headquarters in Seattle, he knew that something was wrong. He could feel it in his casual pleated Dockers, he could sense it right down to his discount oxford shoes, purchased at a local Shoe Pavilion. Something was horribly horribly wrong: everyone was standing around, staring at the dead temp instead of making their cold calls.
“We’re not paying you to stand here staring at a body. If you don’t get back to your desks, I’ll write each of you up,” Gene said, “And somebody record the temp’s time of death on her time card. We’re not paying her for a minute more than she was alive.”
Gene set up his interrogation center in the conference room. Across from him sat Jim Garroulian from accounts receivable, nervously sipping coffee from a paper cup.
Gene’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you drinking, Jim?”
“Coffee.”
“In a paper cup?”
Jim gulped, “Y-y-yes.”
“Oh, then I guess you’ll claim never to have read this!?!?” Gene whipped a memo out of his briefcase. It floated to the table like a bird shot out of the sky on one of Gene’s weekend hunting trips with State Plan Insurance Vice-President of Human Resources Cal Kitter.
Jim picked up the memo. It clearly stated that employees were to bring in their own coffee mugs so that the company could avoid wasteful spending on paper cups.
“Yes, I guess I’ve read that,” Jim murmured.
Gene slammed his fist on the table.
“Speak up!”
“Yeah, I’ve read it. What of it?!”
“What of it?” Gene leaped across the table and grabbed Jim where his tie should have been, according to State Plan Insurance dress codes, available for anyone to read in the State Plan Official Corporate Manual available at the reception desk in each of its twenty-three branch offices.
“What of it? Do you think that Corporate sends out those memos just to make you laugh?”
“No,” said Jim, “But my mug broke yesterday when George Hollander threw it at a wall. He was angry because the temp, Cathy, made out with Hal Furman at happy hour at Applebee’s. George said she was the only woman he ever loved, and that he was going to stab her, stab her right in the back!”
Gene paused, and loosened his grip on Jim. He got a faraway look in his eye. Yes, everything was falling into place now. He knew who had killed the temp.
Clearly, Jim Garroulian, not wanting the temp to reveal that he had used a paper cup to drink his coffee that morning, had killed the temp as she was running to her computer to email California area supervisor Linda Dillman to report him.
Yes, yes. That was exactly what had happened.
“Stay right there,” Gene said to Jim, “Sit right there, murderer,” Gene said.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Of Note
But yesterday, I was a "blog of note" on the Blogger homepage, and a whole lot of people stopped by and were nice enough to comment.
One comment made me laugh out loud though, just because of the built in irony:
Anonymous said...
Bad... Can You find anything positive to write about.
June 23, 2008 2:28 PM
I can only assume that they will comment on this post by saying:
Fuck, can't you fucking post without swearing? Taintsack!
Anyway, many thanks to whoever edits the Blogger home page for giving me a fun day of traffic yesterday. And I'm gonna go check out all the blogs of the people who were nice enough to read and comment.
When it's just my dad checking my blog again, those memories will keep me warm.
Childhood Games Re-imagined By A Shark

Go Fish
This is a fun game for two delicious children. First, they go for a dip in a vat of butter, then, they roll around in breadcrumbs, as if they were fish preparing to be cooked. Then, they get into a big frying pan made by a clever Shark. Like me. I’m in Mensa.
Chutes and Ladders
Each child is placed at the top of a chute. Then the delicious children slide down the chutes into my mouth.
Tag
I eat a boy named Tag.
Monday, June 23, 2008
An Oldie

I just saw online that they've renewed one of my favorite shows from last year, In Treatment, on HBO. I mean, the show was filled with tragedy and sadness, but it was really HYPNOTIZING.
Anyway, the show is about therapy, and in celebration of In Treatment's renewal here's an oldie my husband Jeff Drake and I wrote for McSweeney's. Please to enjoy!
Dispatches From Couples Therapy
- - - -
Session One
DR. MANSFIELD: OK, we're going to start with a very simple exercise. Jeff, I want you to fill in the blank. In order to make this relationship better, I could ...
JEFF: Um, listen more?
DR. MANSFIELD: Great. Listening is always good. OK, now, Wendy, I— Wow.
WENDY: Yes?
DR. MANSFIELD: Sorry, it's just that I really like the color of that sweater. It's very nice.
WENDY: Thank you.
JEFF: Yeah, you look great.
DR. MANSFIELD: Nice try, Jeff.
Session Two
DR. MANSFIELD: OK, Jeff. Fill in the blank. The best thing about Wendy is her ...
JEFF: Smile.
DR. MANSFIELD: Try again.
JEFF: Eyes?
DR. MANSFIELD: (makes buzzer sound)
JEFF: Sense of humor.
DR. MANSFIELD: The correct answer is tits.
Session Three
DR. MANSFIELD: So let's try a little fill in the blank, Jeff. When I get ...
JEFF: Are we ever going to do anything but fill in the blanks?
DR. MANSFIELD: I'm sorry, did you graduate magna cum laude from Stanford?
JEFF: No, but I was just asking—
DR. MANSFIELD: Or maybe you have the No. 3 book on the New York Times nonfiction bestseller list?
JEFF: I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn.
DR. MANSFIELD: I'll say you did. Just fill in the blank.
JEFF: OK.
DR. MANSFIELD: When I get a prostitute, it's because Wendy doesn't ...
JEFF: Wait. I've never gotten a prostitute.
DR. MANSFIELD: Please just do the exercise. When I waste money on hookers, it's because Wendy isn't ...
JEFF: This is ridiculous.
DR. MANSFIELD: You're ridiculous.
Session Four
DR. MANSFIELD: OK, today we are going to try some role-playing.
JEFF: Oh, no.
DR. MANSFIELD: OK, Wendy, you are going to be a Wild West saloon girl and I'll be a cowboy. Let's begin.
JEFF: Wait, what am I?
DR. MANSFIELD: You're a monkey.
JEFF: Why am I a monkey?
DR. MANSFIELD: Tsk tsk. Do monkeys talk?
JEFF: Sorry.
DR. MANSFIELD: OK, now, Wendy, come over here and sit on my lap.
JEFF: No way.
DR. MANSFIELD: I'm a lonely cowboy, and I haven't seen a woman in months. How about a kiss, beer wench?
JEFF: OK, cowboys don't say "wench." That's just historically inaccurate.
DR. MANSFIELD: Please pardon my monkey. He keeps yowling. And he's a liar.
WENDY: That's OK. He's cute!
DR. MANSFIELD: No, he's not. He smells. He doesn't make very much money. And, apparently, he doesn't own anything other than cargo pants.
JEFF: That's it. We're leaving.
DR. MANSFIELD: Wait. No! Let's try another one! I'm a priest and Wendy's a choirgirl and Jeff is a stupid fucking idiot.
Session Five
WENDY: So, Mr. Stanley—
DR. STANLEY: Dr. Stanley.
WENDY: Sorry. Anyway, Doctor, we were a little less than satisfied with our last therapist.
JEFF: He broke into our apartment and stole a bunch of Wendy's underwear.
DR. STANLEY: You're angry, Jeff. And that's OK. That's healthy. It's also powerful, manly, and hot.
JEFF: Um, thanks?
DR. STANLEY: Does anyone mind if I take off my pants?
Thanks, Stranger!
Rose In A Book
Check it out, and then why not buy the book? All proceeds will be donated directly to me. Okay, to my publisher. They might give the money to orphans! Or dolphins? Or dolphin-orphans. Who knows!?!?
I Would Like To Complain About My Staycation

When I first heard about taking a “staycation” on The Today Show, I was very excited about the idea. Since I couldn’t afford to go to Europe, the Grand Canyon, or the grocery store this summer, booking a week in my own home for some relaxation sounded like just the ticket. And so it was with a great sense of anticipation that I asked for time off at work and phoned myself to book a week with me in my home. However, though I am not the type of person to normally complain, I found that the accommodations and service on my staycation were so abominable that I simply had to write this letter to me to let me know how much I failed to satisfy me during my stay.
First of all, when I arrived at my residence for my staycation, the place was a total mess. Clearly, I had failed to even make an attempt to clean up before I arrived to stay at my house. There were dishes in the sink, the bed had not been made, and one of the so-called “guest-rooms” was filled with boxes that had never been unpacked since I moved in almost four years ago. Also, why were there Christmas decorations still hanging up? It was almost as if the management had been suffering from years of a low-grade ennui that has caused her to neglect her environment in favor of talking to her cat, drinking whiskey, and shouting at the TV.
When mealtime arrived each day, I found that the management had not even bothered to go grocery shopping, but would instead try to talk me into eating weird food from unidentifiable sources. I can’t be positive, but I think that one morning I had part of a mitten dipped in tomato sauce. It’s a little hazy because the management kept me up until four o’clock the night before, insisting that I drink a bottle and a half of wine, call my ex-boyfriends and ask them, “what the fuck?”
The lack of preparation in terms of cuisine and accommodations might have been more easily overlooked if the management had delivered on some of the “fun leisure activities” I promised me. Instead of spending the days engaged in a variety of workout classes, craft activities, and productive but fun organizational tasks as promised, I found that the only activity actually scheduled was “lolling about in pajamas, mentally cataloguing regrets.”
In short, this staycation met none of my expectations, and if it weren’t for the downturn in the economy coupled with the perky insistence of overpaid newscasters that a staycation is a super awesome fun way for regular people to console themselves about the fact that they can no longer afford to even leave their house for a week, I bet I’d feel pretty ripped off.
Sincerely,
Wendy
Thursday, June 19, 2008
My Favorite Things
Well, I only have one favorite thing in the world, and you can have it for free, and it is this:
Camel Punch
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Timeliness
Anyway, one of the movies I watched yesterday was E.T., which I hadn't seen since it was actually in the theaters. Here are some things I discovered:
1. The kids in that movie were actually genuinely talented actors. AT THE TIME. What happened afterwards, well...not my call here.
2. The movie is not about a cute alien like I remembered. It's about a bunch of kids who've been abandoned by their father, and E.T. symbolizes the way you can only repair abandonment by learning to care about someone else. When Eliot asks E.T. to stay at the end, and E.T. asks him to come with him, we actually see Eliot grow up when he realizes that not all partings have to be negative and that loss is a part of life and that he can choose what kind of man to be.
3. The kids' father is never going to come back and take them to baseball games.
4. Everybody is going to basically be okay.
5. Don't get caught crying at your desk at work because you are watching E.T.
On the docket today:
Jaws
Erin Brokovich (see number 5)
Babe (oh boy)
and Kindergarten Cop (kill me)
I also watched The Birds yesterday, which is to me fantastic. People complain that it adds up to nothing. Those people aren't paying attention to the underlying themes of female panic about the gathering threat of loneliness. Both Annie and the mother are terrified of desertion, and as their terror grows, the attacks multiply. When the (single) mother of the young girl in the cafe tells Marlene Daniels that her evil (sexuality) has brought the birds to Bodega Bay, it's genius.
Monday, June 16, 2008
E.T. drunk dials home.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Uh-oh
I sure hope they make that Hobbit movie soon:

Thursday, May 29, 2008
Reading TONIGHT!
At IO West
6366 Hollywood Blvd.
Los Angeles, 90028
Thursday, May 29th, 8 pm
See you there!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Nonsense
Actual conversation between my husband and me regarding our cat:
ME: Wouldn't it be funny if one day you were petting him and you found a zipper and it turned out he was just wearing a cat suit?
Long silence.
JEFF:And what, exactly, would be in there?
Long silence.
ME: Um, I didn't think it through.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Spoilers For Indiana Jones
Friday, May 23, 2008
Resolution
But, I have decided starting today that I will write something on here every day. I know, what a huge sacrifice. How can I be so ACCOMPLISHED? Watch and learn.
So, today, let's review a movie that's really old and horrible but that I only finally saw today while having a cold and being lazy: "A Good Year" starring Russell Crowe. Do not watch this movie, because if you do, you might find yourself turning to your cat and saying, "This is a really fucking horrible movie, isn't it?" And it's really so bad that you think your cat totally knows what you said, and kind of nodded.
In case you missed it (you did), the movie is about an English finance dude who inherits a French estate/vineyard and then goes there and then like, learns to be a good person and stuff. It's like Pretty Woman, only the part of the prostitute is played by a vineyard. And the horrible, painful part is watching Russell Crowe trying to be funny, when we all know the only funny thing he ever did was throwing a phone at a hotel clerk. If the movie was just Russell Crowe throwing a phone at a vineyard, that would have been great.
The end.
One star out out of one million.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Human Resources Would Like To Speak With You
Talk in a soothing voice.
Offer someone some Oil Of Olay bath products.
Light an aromatherapy candle in a common area.
Draw your assistant a bath.
Grab someone on the boobies.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Censorship
Well, a lot.
Read below, and learn a little bit about how an issue of a literary magazine is deemed too obscene to even be printed.
From the editor, Eric Spitznagel:
Hello, my disturbingly talented and oh-so-patient contributor.
Doesn't it seem like just yesterday that I was writing to you and announcing that the Monkeybicycle Dirty Comedy Issue, which includes your brilliant and spit-coffee-onto-my-computer-screen hilarious story, was getting published? Well, that was almost six months ago. What, you must reasonably be wondering, is the meaning of this?
Funny story. It turns out we've created something that, according to a few very reliable sources, is unprintable.
That's right, un-print-able.
In my last report, I told you that the issue was being published by Dzanc Books. That much remains true. However, when we sent the issue to a printer, it was promptly returned to us. Did our check bounce? Not at all. Did we deliver it in an improper format? Nope. The issue was rejected because the printer considered the content too obscene.
Take a moment and let that really sink in.
The printer, who is the publishing equivalent of a xerox machine, refused to accept money from us because they found our little collection of naughty humor to be morally objectionable. Apparently they believed that simply providing the ink to reproduce your words, and then putting it on paper and attaching everything with staples, would lead to their eternal damnation in a Judeo-Christian hell.
"Huh, that's weird," we thought. "Well, no cause for alarm. We'll just send it to another printer." Which we did. But again, it was rejected for content. So we tried another printer, and and another, and another. Every time, they said, "Thanks but no thanks." Actually, they weren't always so gracious. Remember that scene in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" (the 1978 version) when Veronica Cartwright runs over to Donald Sutherland, thinking he hasn't been infected yet, and he points a yellow finger at her and lets out a ululating cry, alerting the other pod-people? That's kinda what it was like.
We eventually figured out what was happening. In addition to your fine stories, the dirty comedy issue also includes several cartoons. One of these cartoons was created by the inimitable Jeffrey Brown. I'm not going to get into specifics about exactly what transpires within the panels of Mr. Brown's offering, whose title is "Not Tonight", but I will say this: there's a LOT of menstrual blood. And perhaps unwisely, Monkeybicycle Ubermensch Steven Seighman and I decided to publish this cartoon in color. Okay, not
full-color, but featuring at least one notable, biologically accurate color.
Long story short, the printer's employees inevitably noticed this cartoon - it's kinda hard to miss - which led them to investigate the rest of the book. And I'll admit, you don't really have to read the entire issue to stumble upon something that'll offend just about everyone. We've got stories about anal masturbation with cucumbers and Penthouse letters from Samuel Beckett and the bukkake cultural appropriation police and Sarah Silverman's poop being carried to heaven by the Baby Jesus. I'm honestly not surprised that these printers - which, I can only assume, are operated by god-fearing Americans who think Jim Belushi is a comedy genius - don't think very highly of us. I just didn't think they'd actually censor us.
Seriously, what exactly is going on? Is Monkeybicycle the funny version of Ulysses and it's the 1920s? I don't understand.
I do have some good news. We've finally found a printer with the cajones to work with us, and to the best of our knowledge, they're not connected to the mob. There is, however, a small catch. That Jeffrey Brown comic that caused us so much trouble in the past? It's being published in black-and-white. In other words, without a certain crimson color that might remind anybody of a lady's hoo-haw during an unmentionable time of the month.
I think we've learned something today, my friends. We've learned that the printing industry is afraid of menstruation.
If all goes as planned (i.e. the printer doesn't catch a whiff of menstrual blood in any of the other stories), you should have a copy of the long-awaited comedy issue in the next 2-3 weeks. Which of course, given our history of trying (and failing) to get this thing published, means early 2011.
See you in prison!
Hugs,
Eric Spitznagel
Your bewildered editor
CRAZY, right. And my suggestion is that every copy come with a red marker to restore the comic to its full menstrual glory!
Donuts
http://nycdonutreport.blogspot.com/
It's really the funniest blog about donuts you are going to read all week, so do go on over there, won't you?
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Bestselling Books For People With Low Expectations
The Three Or Four People You Meet In Heaven
Walking With Scissors
Eat, Pray, And Then, I Don't Know, Maybe Make Some Phone Calls?
The DaVinci Code
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Are you tired of being totally acceptable?

I am assuming that a company that helps you lose weight if you are over 120 pounds also offers the following services:
1. Helps to make you taller if you are a man under 6'2"
2. Counseling for long-term couples who are generally happy but occasionally fight
3. Money management for homeowners with tons of retirement savings
4. Help for puppies who are already cute
5. Grow your penis if it is slightly under 8 inches
6. Drug interventions for people who tried ecstasy once in college but didn't really like it
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Thanks, TV
Now I would say that I am just wishing I had a time machine so I could go back to my state of innocence.
It's not Paul Giamatti's fault that they hired a guy who is clearly still in film school to direct it though.
Also, here's how I picture the conversation right before the scene where Sarah Polley gets a mastectomy going.
SARAH: Um, do we really need to show my breast right before they cut it off?
DIRECTOR: Oh, definitely. So, pop that sucker out and lay down there.
SARAH: I mean, because, they'll know it's there. They won't be like "prove that you have a boob before they cut it off."
DIRECTOR: Um, look lady, it's not like you've directed a movie, now show me those titties!
SARAH: Actually, I directed Away From Her? It got nominated--
DIRECTOR: ACTION!
Maybe I should watch Lady In The Water now. It has to be better, right? RIGHT?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Travel Recap and, Of Course, The Bachelor
On the way home we drove through Santa Cruz to visit my old college pal Caroline, who is now a fancy doctor of geology there, and spends her days making sweet love to a mass spectrometer and being all smart and shit. It just so happened that we drove through on national pot-smoking holiday 4-20. We wandered downtown looking for weird hippies celebrating, and found the smallest, saddest little celebration of like a few hundred people standing in a circle staring at three stiltwalkers dancing around listlessy as some guy rapped. Apparently the real celebration was on campus, but we decided that really a celebration where ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS HAPPENING is the perfect 4-20 event.
Also, did anyone watch The Bachelor last night? Did anyone see Shayne's mom's face? This is the only appropriate comparison, right?

Janice from The Muppets
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
And Off She Goes..
A mere three days from now my little sister Maggie is tying the knot. My bridesmaid's dress is being tailored, the airline tickets are booked, and the rental car is ready. And yet! There is a little part of me that expects to get to the airport in Oakland, and someone will tell me that the ceremony is called off, because Maggie is still a toddler. The one I babysat all the time. Or the five year old on videotape who runs onto the screen and yells make-up! and socks my other sister in the face with a big white pillow. She's still the eighth grader who would eat big bowls of Cheerios and talk about guys she liked. She's the captain of the cross-country team. The Berkeley sorority girl. The single lady in San Francisco.
The baby my mom brought home from the hospital. The little one with all the dark hair.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
cannibalizing my other blog
ALISON: there is a marilyn monroe sex tape that's been found showing her performing oral sex
WENDY: i heard.
i love that the guy who bought it won't show it
TO PROTECT HER DIGNITY
ALISON: right
WENDY: like
yeah, she's been allowed so much dignity in the past
let's keep that up
ALISON: I wish it was a nancy reagan sex tape
because I'm hot for Nancy
WENDY: i wish it was a jenna jameson sex tape
ALISON: if only that existed
WENDY: I'm going to announce that i've found a jenna jameson sex tape and i'm selling it for 1.5 mill
ALISON: but you won't show it
WENDY: yeah
ALISON: I wonder who the guy in the monroe tape is
WENDY: john adams
it's a cross promotional viral video
with Turner Classic Movies and HBO
ALISON: you click on the link...and get rickrolled!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Rock Chalk!
A FOOTBALL
HALFTIME PEP TALK
GIVEN BY SOMEONE WHO
KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT
FOOTBALL—NAMELY, ME.
- - - -
OK, guys. Something happened out there. You ran a lot, and sometimes you threw and caught the ball. Anyway, somehow we wound up being down by 28 points. And that's not good. Even I know that. That's four touchdowns. Or maybe it's four touchdowns and four kicks. I think you only get 6 points for a touchdown and then you have to kick the ball. And you probably have to kick it from a certain distance. I don't know. But listen. Here's the thing. You guys have got to do better in the second half. Because there are only two halves. The halves are about 30 minutes long, and there is a halftime show, sometimes with John Fogerty.
I didn't even know that guy was alive, and sometimes I think he's Peter Frampton, and sometimes I think he was in Dire Straits. Was he? Anyone?
So look: I don't know who to direct this to, because I can't tell you apart. That's a big part of why I never watch football. I can't see your faces, so the sport lacks the inherent drama of baseball or basketball. And there are so fucking many of you on this team that it confuses me. Because only 11 of you can play at once. Or maybe that's soccer.
Let's do this: if you played in the first half, raise your hand.
Really? Wow. I don't recognize any of you.
All right. Well, here's what I can tell you. You have four chances to get a first down, and to get a first down you have to advance the ball 10 yards down the field. You can do that by passing or running the ball. I don't think you can kick it, but I would not quote me on that. Before each play, you'll get together in a huddle, and the quarterback will tell you what to do. Then you'll line up facing the other team. Some guy will move before everyone else. Most of the time that's OK, but I think sometimes he goes too soon and that's called a "man in motion." Maybe. Anyway, the quarterback will then pass the ball through his legs. Nope. Strike that. The guy who hikes the ball will pass it through his legs to the quarterback. And then the quarterback will either pass the ball or run it.
Now, this is important. If he gives you the ball, run toward our goal and try not to get tackled.
So, that's it, it's simple. Oh, and if you know what any of the following things are, try not to do them:
1. Holding
2. Facemasking
3. Excessive celebration
OK, you guys. I know you're probably bored shitless out there, and you want to claw your own eyeballs out for forgetting to bring a magazine. I know that you probably got involved in this whole football thing because you were pretending to like it to impress a guy. But now you're stuck actually having to play through an entire game. So just—I don't know—maybe think about what you're going to do after the game or tomorrow. If you can find a way to get drunk, maybe you'll start actually finding this fun. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn't. If all else fails, just concentrate on how good the shiny pants look on your teammates. Yeah, that's a little gay, but fuck it. We're down by 28 points, so we have to do whatever it takes. Seeming a little queer is the least of your problems.
I guess what I'm saying is try to do better. Or don't. Whatever. I'm not going to pay any attention.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Counterpoint
I mean, are you saying there is something sensationalist about this headline from today:
Cannibal fantasy child killer sent to death row
That reminds me, I need to go fill out my Cannibal Fantasy Football bracket.
ZING!
Cakes, Dogs, Wolfmen
Stuff One
I am reading "Rock On" by Dan Kennedy. It's pretty funny. It's about time spent as a marketing manager at a big record label, and a lot of it reminds me of my time (which is ongoing) doing promotions for big TV networks. These jobs are kind of funny because you do wind up sitting in rooms with actors or writers (or in his case, musicians/singers) whom you have no business interacting with. Like tomorrow I have to go shoot something with David Alan Grier. Like, what? It's a weird sort of thing.
I hope he's nice, because I actually think he's funny.
Stuff Two
I am not going to go out during the day and adopt a dog and "surprise" my husband with it when he gets home. That would be irresponsible.
Stuff Three
My friend and I turned in a new book proposal yesterday. I really do want to write it, even though putting a book out was pretty strange. You spend all this time writing it, and you feel like you are making this big birthday cake, and that putting your book out will be like taking the cake to a party and being like LOOK AT MY CAKE EVERYONE! LOOK, A NICE CAKE!
But really, unless you are famous or your publisher has a ton of money to market your book, it's more like you bake a birthday cake, and then you wait until the middle of the night, get into your car, drive out into the middle of nowhere and throw your cake into a deep, dark lake.
And the bottom is totally covered with other people's birthday cakes.
So, yeah.
Stuff Four
Seriously, I'm not gonna just go get a dog.
Stuff Five
You know, unless you guys think I should totally do that.
