Davezilla: Clean Humor, Filthy Comments

Swann’s Way — Marcel Proust
“I just can’t fall asleep.”

Lo! — Charles Fort
“It’s raining cats and frogs.”

Mists of Avalon — Marion Zimmer Bradley
“Ew! With your own brother?”

The Prophet — Kahlil Gibran
“You’re all just lazy peasants.”

The DaVinci Code — Dan Brown
“Fine. Blame Leonardo for everything.”

Angela’s Ashes — Frank McCourt
“Irish boys have dreadful lives.”

Finnegan’s Wake — James Joyce
“They’ll never figure this out.”

Little Birds — Anaïs Nin
“Girls have naughty thoughts, too!”

The Age of Spiritual Machines — Ray Kurzweil
“Yes, computers will take over.”

Against All Enemies — Richard A. Clarke
“War on terror? Good one!”

I have a confession.

I’ve not been very pleased with this site over the past year. No, I am not going to give up posting. I just want to improve the content. I reread some of my older entries and in 2001-2003 I wrote some great entries. Last year, I could count on one hand the number of posts I wrote (not counting pictures) that made me laugh.

The pictures are another issue. I have been posting an awful lot of reader-submitted photos and fewer of my own. Why? Work is interfering. I love my new job at Campbell-Ewald, but the hours are pretty intense, leaving me with less time to write. As this site is coming up on its tenth year, I feel I need to assess it and make some major changes.

That leads me to a question.

Would you prefer to see fewer posts (like 2-3 per week), giving me more time to write something original, or continue as is posting daily, but with less original content? Please comment and feel free to be open about what you like and dislike.

Jacky Chen gave me nightmares sent this in.

I had the stupidest dream of my life last night. In the dream, my best friend was Corey Feldman. All of my friends at work kept teasing me for hanging out with him, but I kept defending Corey. “You just don’t know him like I do. He’s a great guy in person. He’s honest and genuinely likes to help people.”

Corey convinced me to rob a Coney Island.

We made off with $90 and two packs of ketchup. No police were called, but we were chased down by the fry cooks. Corey threw the ketchup packs like Ninja throwing stars, hoping to slit their throats.

He missed completely and we had to give back the money.

Is it me, or are the blondes having trouble with this task?