Look man . . . It’s not what it looks like. Sure . . . you’ve heard that before, but this time I mean it. Sure I was born a Diamond, and through my pre-arranged marriage, I end up with the Queen of Diamonds, but isn’t that like marrying my cousin or something? Anyway, that all-thumbs “magician” did some “every card has a mate” trick, and next thing you know, I’m stuck next to the Queen of Hearts. She smells nice and is certainly hot, but I didn’t put her there. Then of course, here comes my wife, wondering how [...]

Well folks, I don’t know what to tell you. I was sitting there minding my own business reading my sister’s diary like any good brother should, when suddenly I hear her approaching. Having no time to hide I dive behind her bed which conveniently happened to be kitty-corner leaving a nice hiding space. However, the unfortunate situation began getting worse and worse by the minute as I realize that my sister was sitting on her bed and wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon. Clearly the choice was clear. I had to jump up from behind the bed and scare [...]
You have got to be kidding me! Third Time’s a Charm? Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady? Yet two’s company and Three’s a Crowd . . . four leaf clovers, lucky . . . three leafs, not so much. Third world country . . . not a lot of fun, yet Triple Threat is awesome, so is a triple scoop. Didn’t Peter deny Christ after the cock crowed three times? So people let’s make up our minds. Is three a good thing or a bad thing? You can find me out in the barn sitting on my three-legged stool working [...]
Like a tuning fork and a pitch pipe, we are in sync . . . well, maybe the backstreet boys. Wow, did I say that out loud!? The New Kids Got Run Over By a Reindeer. Look, I don’t know what I’m talking about any more than you do. All I know is that things were blurry where they once were clear. Time is different. I look at my watch and it’s noon, but I look at the clock on the wall and it’s midnight. I think I’m loosing my mind . . . though, “loosing” implies that I had [...]
Ping . . . Ping . . . Ping . . . What is that noise!? Why is my head cold? I should be wearing a hat right now, but somehow I’ve been placed inside of this box . . . for safe . . . key . . . Ping . . . I guess. What the heck is that noise! Ok. This is NOT funny. I’m cold; I keep sliding around in this box . . . it’s smells like Hoyle. Man it reeks. Somebody get me out of here. Woah! That was weird. Where did this come [...]
Have you looked at those things!? They claim to come from some alternate dimension . . . the E-Verse or something like that. A place where the magicians are supposedly better and more hip. Though I knew something was wrong when I saw the first performance by some guy who stood there emotionless, expressionless and just kept saying, “watch this.” Then suddenly people nearby started screaming and wetting their pants while shouting profanities. It was very odd, and artificial. I knew then that something was wrong. Turns out I was, of course, right. These demon-backs, and circus-backs and banana-backs and [...]
Ah crap! Here we go again . . . I just can’t seem to avoid that guy. There I was minding my own business eating a Cherry Pie thinking that Heaven isn’t too far away. Then suddenly in bursts Mr. I’m-So-Rich – Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinky Rich. So rich that it makes me angry . . . So angry that I Saw Red. There’s a Warrant out for his arrest, but that doesn’t stop him from coming in here and using my uncle Abe for kindling or my Uncle Tom and his cabin . . . God Rest their souls. [...]
This is the second time I’ve done this . . . written a saga story for a trick, then later wrote another one for the same trick. I did that for Miser’s Nightmare: July 2010: Miser’s Nightmare September 2010: Miser’s Nightmare too This time, I was even more bone-headed because in April 2011 (last month), I wrote Burnin’ Time. Then this month, I wrote it again. At least last time there was a 2 month gap. This time there was only about a 3 week gap. Who knows what’s going on in that little brain of mine. And of course [...]
Chocolate . . . wax . . . liver . . . bronto-burger . . . these are just a few of the things I’ve tasted in my travels. One day I’m being fed grapes by Weena; the next day I’m watching the moon fall apart; then suddenly I’m running for my life hoping to avoid being the main dish on a Dino Dinner menu. My head is spinning down on fascination street. I hope they can Cure me. Anyway, I’m kind of losing my mind in case you haven’t noticed. The light is light and the walrus is a [...]
I don’t know what it is these days . . . Everywhere I looked I saw red. For years I thought I had anger issues . . . I thought I was a hater . . . I thought it was my fault. After many years of therapy, and being shuffled around – a lot – I had come to realize that this was the view I was born with . . . no it wasn’t a metaphor. I literally saw red. Then one day I felt different . . . like today would be different. Suddenly I find myself [...]
Dude . . . I can’t believe what I just witnessed. It was like a “some” that was full of awe. Like there was this dude – he was all crusty and stuff. He was totally like the old philosophy dude, George Burns . . . yeah; he was like that dude, but only way more non-non-non-heinous. So he was like deckin’ out the deck and suddenly there was like this other dude that broke up the deck deckin’ . . . I was like, “Bummer dude!” He was like, “Gimme those cards crusty old George Burns-like dude.” The Burns-like [...]

Curse you Mr. Green Jeans! It started out like any other normal day . . . wake up . . . shower . . . shave . . . stomp on some weasels . . . you know . . . typical Saturday morning. Then suddenly something totally irregular happened . . . I ate pancakes instead of All-Bran. That’s the last thing I remember. Well . . . I mean . . . not the last thing. Obviously I remember writing this which happened after the aforementioned “last thing.” But you know what I mean . . . I [...]

I’m late . . . very late, for a very important meeting. I ate and ate and ate until I slipped into the forbidden food coma. Believe me you don’t want to be there. I woke up in the middle of Jim’s Family Restaurant with sharpie ink all over my face, and ketchup on my butt. What kind of sick world do we live in!? I thought for sure that I would make a good souvenir, but no . . . I’ve been tossed aside with the expended sugar packets and the dinner napkins. As the last remaining member of [...]

But now . . . there’s nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside; I’m outta my head . . . hopelessly devoted to you. Sorry about that; I was having a dream there for a minute . . . I thought I was John Travolta, and Olivia Newton John was singing to me. It’s a good thing that I live in a free country where I can have weird thoughts and dreams like that without being punished. Back in my home country of Mypos, the punishment for impersonating John Travolta is six months in a grease pit surrounded [...]




