Monday Afternoon Sad Story of a Chicken Who Dreamed Too Big
(Courtesy of www.edwardmonkton.com. Edward Monkton is a great man.)
(Courtesy of www.edwardmonkton.com. Edward Monkton is a great man.)
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I'm a blogger past his prime who considers witnessing the miracle of childbirth to be the only thing scarier than the prospect of writing a book. Somehow, I am engaged.
Everything Is Wrong with Me: A Memoir of an American Childhood Gone, Well, Wrong, by Jason Mulgrew
I promise that one of these days I will write a book. Well, promise is a strong word. But until that day (probably) comes, you can tide yourself over reading this blog-turned-book. Then when the day comes that some reviewer writes, "Daniel Murphy's new book is just like Jason Mulgrew's only without the good parts" you can be like, "Hey, I know what he's talking about."
The Bachelorette, ABC, 8:00 Mondays
You guys, I don't know if I can do it. There's a "Tattoo Count" on the guys' bio pages. And Ali is like Brittany Spears without the redeeming past. Can we really do this for ANOTHER season? Shouldn't someone just be like, "We've done this 16 times! HERE IS WHERE THE LOVE IS. You can stop looking for it now"? Ah, crap. There's a ukulele. Just when you think you're out, they pull you back in with their Indignity TreatsTM.
Adam Arcuragi, I Am Become Joy
“Bottom of the River”
My little sister, who officially became cooler than me sometime around her thirteenth birthday, sent me this video. If this isn't what music is all about, I don't know what is. (Intercourse? Maybe intercourse.)

13 Comments:
hmmmm interesting . Dan the Man, check it out - how do i get a new counter for my site - with the move to Beta blog my site counter doesnt work anymore . what to do?
Sailor moon - you are my ficticious Darian....hmmmm a girl can dream..yvtrd
I don't get it.
Hello, Scott.
I like the double meaning of the word "chicken" used in this little proverb. Okay, now get back to the anal sex posts! Just kidding.
I LOVE EDWARD MONKTON!!!!
Sorry. I may or may not be a bit obsessed with him, even if I haven't stalked him (yet). I do have an email from him. And have tried to force Brits to bring me his stuff. And framed a calendar of his. One of my favorites is: "The plate is happy, but the toast hasn't slept well and is seeking revenge." It's great.
But how do we REEAALLLLYYY know that chicken's want to fly?
They may just be content staying on the ground pecking at seeds and laying eggs.
I know I would be if I were a chicken.
It's kind of like how I dream of being a celebrity, someone of fame and fortune, however I am content watching them on TV and making fun of their stupid dim-witted drama- filled lame lives.
So therefore, I side with the chicken as both flying and celebrities are famously over-rated.
I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for it, or motivated to dream big.
Either way, chicken's delicious.
Monkton's stuff is so clever. I do believe I'll be giving his pieces to friends for birthdays now.
Thanks for the tip, Dan.
Oh, Monkton's bank account just told me tell you thank you as well.
Greetings from Singapore! :D
I love this post!
My new desktop, Along with the Penguin of death and the Pig of Happiness.
God, I can't thank you enough for the introduction.
mmmmmm, now I'm in the mood for chicken wings.
I pity the buffalo and his own flightless wings.
Man, that chicken is fucked.
A couple of British friends of mine gave a Monkton card once and ever since I've been obsessed. He's brill!
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