Jumping the Shark

You know you've hit your nadir at work when you're jonesing for actual responsibility over internet horseplay. I'm with Garfield on this one: fuck Mondays.

New light reading up at Retort, a yarn by the name of "Fonzi." And I'd be remiss not to extend propers to the real Fonzi, a clerk at the Shell station on the corner of Foster and Western and my muse for this tale of high school alienation.

Check it out here.

You've Won First Prize in a Beauty Contest

Leave it to Reebok to serve up some truly outlandish sneaks. Picturing box upon box of these bad boys ascending Soulja Boy's and/or Warren Buffett's walk-in closets. Club crispy.

Let's get down to brass tacks- fresh words up at The Citron Review, a ditty called "Marvin Gardens":

http://thecitronreview.wordpress.com/2010/03/11/marvin-gardens/

An ode to the posh palaces of Southwest Suburban Chicago, home to Bernie Mac, Jerry Springer, and Mr. T at various points in their respective career trajectories. Oh, and yours truly too, minus the posh. Thanks to Aaron at TCR for the love.

Death and Pointy Hats

These dudes just got the memo:

"Dear Sirs,

Your country no longer exists.

Yours,

The Future"

NANO Volume 3.2 is hot off the presses (sort of). Therein lies "Two Dead Prussians," by yours truly:

http://nanofiction.org/?page_id=17

If you read only one historical fiction piece about a syphillitic mayor gone haywire this year, make it this one. And, pick up previous issues of NANO while you're at it- a great mix of young bucks and veterans helping put Screwston lit on the map.