Rupert shows Pizza Diarist who's the boss...

Pizza Diarist shows Rupert who's the bitch...

You're infamous.
You're usually deadly when left untreated.
You're spread by a flea.
That's how cool you are.

Which Horrible Affliction are you?

My New Bike

Give or take a few subtle design differences, the above photo basically looks like the new member of the Pizza Corner Diaries. Yesterday I purchased myself a 1970's Raleigh "Twenty" foldable bike. While I haven't come up with a name yet (please offer suggestions... I'm leaning towards Rupert), I've quickly become completely enamoured. I'm now accepting all invitations to bike rides. Please don't hit me with your cars.

Syd Barrett

1946-2006

My grandmother's obituary ran in the local newspaper this morning and I'm the only surviving grandchild listed without a name in brackets following it.**

Paraphrasing the ending line of Shopgirl (a film containing a surprising number of quality parts, though not quite reaching a cohesive whole): I offer no excuses for falling for the parts of women and not their wholes. I do, however, accept this as a perfectly fine reason as to the lack of a name in brackets next to mine in my Grandmother's obituary.

This concept is not new to me, but Steve Martin has done me the favour of boiling down half a dozen or so issues I have with relationships into one succinct concept that strikes me as quite honest. While a week ago I probably would have ended this post with some terribly written forced metaphor relating the parts of previous girlfriends to skeleton bones, perhaps with a reference to the Bride of Frankenstein for good measure, today things are different. I'm enjoying women's wholes again. ****


** For those of you unfamiliar with obituary style, when a name in brackets appears next to a survivor of the deceased it indicates a spouse.

**** Absolutely no pun intended.

I'm a toilet reader. Always have been, always will be. And with a Table of Contents that reads like my cd rack, this book has been causing me to spend an exorbanent amount of time lately on the john. Reynolds is spot on when he says that musically the late 70s and early 80s "rivals the sixties as a golden age for music." (thought I may have choosen the 20's for the comparison). Public Image Ltd., Devo, Pere Ubu, Gang of Four, The Slits, Joy Division, The Fall, No Wave, Talking Heads, Wire, Mission of Burma...

I feel another bowel movment coming on.

we are SO dead

It's My Birthday!

(and i'll cry exaggerate my age if i want to)