Ommatidia

Index

Brendan — Tue, 01 May 2012 15:00:11 +0000

MULDOON, Texas, 223.

MUNCIE, Indiana: abuse of power of legal system in, 23; author’s car defacement in, 18; author’s detention on false charges in, 22; border fuzziness, see SELMA, Indiana; disputed jurisdiction at border of, 45, 67-68; escape routes from, 90-91; human rights / dietary preference abuses of alleged escapees redetained by, 121-148; personal hygiene of law enforcement officers local to, 30-44, 46-67, 68-89, 92-120; rates charged by even purportedly affordable attorneys based in, 121-155; rat infestation of, 156-171; rat infestation metaphor explained, 172-220.

MURFREESBORO, Tennessee: lack of bars in, 222.

Mobley

Brendan — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 07:23:40 +0000

They ride pitchforks, not broomsticks, and their pointy black boots are toed with steel. Mobley watches seven of them skid to a stop, striking sparks from concrete.

Selene dismounts first, yew wand in her shoulder holster. “Thanks for coming,” Mobley says. “I didn’t know who to call–”

“Nobody ever does,” says Selene. “It manifested downstairs?”

“Through the kitchen,” says Mobley. Selene raises a fist, and her band makes ingress at a military trot.

“You’re not going to–hurt it, are you?” Mobley adds in apprehension.

“Do you know what the collective noun is,” she asks, “for witches?”

“A coven?”

“A hammer.”

$420 / 112ft² – HUGE room in rad group home

Brendan — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:10:16 +0000

Seeking a rad, drama-free fifth housemate to complete us! Your room is 28′x4′ at the top of a rad 1989 triplex at Foster and 621st. We share the kitchen, dining/meditation area and 0.5 rad bathrooms. 420 friendly ;) (get it) (pot)

About us: Gennifer’s 22, not not funemployed and an amazing paintist. DK, 34, is a former coolhound. Flora (age unknown) is a yoga instructor/outpatient who skated here from Burning Man! Beyond is 58 and MCs for White Funk Nation. Unity is our wise, passionate chicken cooplective.

Open house from 3:35-4:20 ;) am Tuesday. Hope to love you there!!!

Bolognese Machiavelli

Brendan — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 15:00:11 +0000

Arrange to have garlic and onions cast into hot oil.
The carrot and celery you must divide against themselves. Ground beef, too, shall turn upon the burner; crush any coherent resistance with a spoon of wood. Sautee until no hint of blood remains to stain your hands.
Perhaps, in a dark place without witnesses, the tomato shall meet with the knife.
The basil and parsley you may use without consequence. For long minutes, all shall be muddled and roil on the surface of the flame.
If it is most advantageous, store cold for the proper day.

John Belushi

Brendan — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 05:38:30 +0000

The year was 1961. Outside the famous Grauman’s Theater in Boston, John Belushi was walking home from rehearsal when he ran into an eager young fan. “Mister Belushi!” he cried. “How can I grow up to be famous like you?”

“Well,” said Belushi, and pulled a shiny quarter from behind his ear. “You know what the writing on the back of this says?”

“Gee, I don’t!”

“In God We Trust,” said John Belushi. “If you remember that, you might just make it in show biz.” The boy dried his eyes and nodded with determination.

That young man’s name? Was Babe Ruth.