Nobody Cares About Hi & Lois

Hi & Lois - reinforcing stereotypes since 1954!

Nobody Cares About Being On Strike

For the record, the United Blog Writers Name Joe Local #75831 has gone on strike. Blogging will resume when demands have been met. The demands are rumored to include cookies, mac & cheese and hugs.

Nobody Cares About Blogging

Seriously, who has the energy to do this?

Don't mind me as I ignore blogging for a while. It is my favorite time of the year: Holidays, Hockey, Christmasy Beer and Cold Weather (I only like cold weather in Nov and Dec.)

Meanwhile in Funky Winkerbean . . . so Lisa dies of cancer and what do the characters learn? That's right: abosolutely nothing! 10 years later and they look like crap!

Nobody Cares About Another Poem

Walking Home From A Bar, At Night, During The Winter, Downhill, With The Sidewalk Iced Over

Careful now
Mind over senses
Simply concentrate and I will be fine
My mind is stronger than booze
All I have to do is watch my steps and
OWWWW!

I'm fine, I'm fine
My backside has extra padding for good reason
Must have been some black ice
This street isn't well lit
Just need to be careful
Know what would be good right now - a taco
OWWWW!

My bad
Elbows caught the ground
Just a momentary distraction
It's a straight shot from here
Just put one foot in front of the other
Just like that one claymation Christmas special
OWWWW!

That one hurt
Harder to get up
Take it easy
Just concentrate
Maybe I'll just run for it
OWWWW!

I tore something
Let me just lay here and gather my senses
Feels kinda warm
Crawling works
Thank you Officer, but I'm fine

OK, since you insist.

Nobody Cares About My Poetry

Tattoo

Dammit
What the Hell was I thinking?
Ahhh . . . crap

Nobody Cares About My Luggage

So I flew out of Newark and checked my luggage. No big deal, right? People check their luggage everyday.

I pick up my luggage in Columbus and it's got graffiti all over it. Are you f'n kidding me?

Do the luggage handlers not have enough to do? "Well . . . the bags are slowing down . . . what shall I do with all this time? I know! I'll tag this guys bag!"

Buncha a-holes . . .

Nobody Cares About My Using My Blog As A Diary

Dear Blogiary,

Today I had my first period. It was strange because I didn't even know I had a vagina. I'm so confused.

XOXO

Joe