*insert wavy flashback lines here*

So, bright and early, Friday morning, TP and I packed our bags (me with a single backpack and him with an entire half-suitcase carry-on deal . . . holy role reversal, Batman!), hopped onto the Metro, and flew over jewel-like islands and into Portland, Maine. After short 15 minute cab ride down to the docks later, we trolled the streets for the Italian grocery store to stock up on some vittles, for the famous Amato's (apparently the birthplace of the "Italian sandwich"), for some bubble tea, and for some lohbstah (TP selected an ugly two-pounder). Here's Pinchy getting ready to wash some dishes:

We waited at the docks for the water taxi to pick us up and whisk us away to Cushing's Island. It was a gorgeous day so we didn't mind getting lost and going around half of the island TWICE before finally finding the house. We lugged our luggage out of the wheelbarrow we had been carting around, put our stuff away, and immediately headed out for a walk to the beach (all of 2 minutes away).

Upon our return, we spooked four deer who bounded into the woods at our approach. Two big 'uns, however, stood their ground and glared at us as we passed them by and entered the house. A few minutes later, I peeked outside again and saw that they had not moved. Such bossy deer.

For dinner, TP attempted to wrassle Pinchy who, with his thick, meaty tail, was thrashing violently against the slate sink base any time TP got near him. Except for the fact that Pinchy didn't fall onto the floor, it was a scene right out of Annie Hall. TP managed to scoop Pinchy up into a pot, toss him in a bigger pot, and boil the rascal until he turned from muddy brown to bright red.

Ding ding ding! Dinner is served!


Travelogue in progress. In the meantime, have you guys heard of this? It's "Fulla," a Muslim Barbie doll. Extry Extry, read all about it.

The very popular Fulla doll is sold in the Middle East wearing either a black abaya or a white head scarf and long coat. Under these modest coverings, the dolls wear fashionable dresses.

(via Gunnar)


Hey, kids, I'm back. Had a good time in jolly ol' New England, but MAN does it get cold up north. Travelogue chock full of bossy deer, violent lobsters, and beautiful seaside vistas coming up. We'll be back after a word from our sponsers.


So long, sukkahs!


You axed for it . . .
Books on Bookcase #1
  1. The Greatest of Marlys by Lynda Barry
  2. One Hundred Demons by Lynda Barry
  3. The Far Side Gallery (1, 2, 3, and pre-history) by Gary Larson
  4. The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
  5. Beg the Question by Bob Fingerman
  6. Persepolis (I and II) by Marjane Satrapi
  7. The Final Solution by Michael Chabon
  8. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
  9. Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon
  10. The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break by Steven Sherril
  11. Jenny and the Jaws of Life by Jincy Willet
  12. Brief Interviews with Hideous Men by David Foster Wallace
  13. Oh, My Word!; Take my Word For It!; and Upon My Word by Frank Muir and Denis Norden
  14. Cruel Shoes by Steve Martin
  15. CivilWarLand in Bad Decline by George Saunders
  16. The Very Persistent Gappers of Fipp by George Saunders and Lane Smith
  17. Coyote v. Acme by Ian Frazier
  18. The Art of Survival by A.E. Maxwell
  19. The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature by Neal Pollack
  20. Red Dust by Ma Jian
  21. Waiting by Ha Jin
  22. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt
  23. The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez=Reverte
  24. Chump Change by David Eddie
  25. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
  26. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer
  27. Into Thin Air by Jon Karkauer
  28. The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde
  29. The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde
  30. Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde
  31. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
  32. The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey
  33. Amphigorey by Edward Gorey
  34. Gates of Eden by Ethan Cohen
  35. The Cheese Monkeys by Chip Kidd
  36. Chip Kidd by Veronique Viene
  37. Wigfield by Amy Sedaris, Paul Dinello, and Stephen Colbert
  38. The Griffin & Sabine series by Nick Bantock
  39. The Venetian's Wife by Nick Bantock
  40. The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Smith and Scieszka
  41. McSweeny's Quarterly #5
  42. McSweeny's 6 Find Them and Convince Them
  43. Palace Walk by Naguib Mahfouz
  44. Dorothy Parker Anthology
  45. Beowulf
  46. Fathers and Sons by Turgenev
  47. Rudin.On The Eye by Turgenev
  48. A Woman of Independent Means by Elizabeth F. Hailey
  49. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  50. On The Road by Jack Kerouac
  51. The Lottery and Other Stories by Shirley Jackson
  52. Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss
  53. Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman
  54. The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare
  55. A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
  56. Macbeth by William Shakespeare
  57. Plays by Chekov
  58. Spotted Horses; Old Man; The Bear by William Faulkner
  59. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemmingway
  60. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
  61. Dracula by Bram Stoker
  62. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
  63. Edgar Allen Poe Anthology
  64. The Decameron by Boccaccio
  65. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
  66. Collected Stories by O. Henry
  67. Old Goriot by Balzac
  68. The Stranger by Albert Camus
  69. The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Writings by Oscar Wilde
  70. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
  71. Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger
  72. Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
  73. Side Effects by Woody Allen
  74. Without Feathers by Woody Allen
  75. Getting Even by Woody Allen
  76. Hoidays On Ice by David Sedaris
  77. Naked by David Sedaris
  78. Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris
  79. Barrel Fever by David Sedaris
  80. Take the Cannoli by Sarah Vowell
  81. The Partly Cloudy Patriot by Sarah Vowell
  82. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
  83. Stories by Franz Kafka
  84. Life with Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse
  85. Life of Pi by Yann Martel
  86. The Adventures of Ibn Battuta by Ross E. Dunn
  87. Bunch of Dictionaries, Lonely Planets, and Knick Knacks.


How lazy can you get?


Yay! Travelogue coming soon to a blog near you. Once I go on my trip that is. Cushings Island off the coast of Maine, here I come!

*packs telescope, ship's log, and other pirate essentials*


Avast, ye scury landlubbers! Harkon thee well. 'Tis less than half a fortnight ere the bells toll and 'tis Talk Like a Pirate Day. Are ye ready? Let's see (out of our patchless eye, of course) how ye scalliwags fare in tangling with the lingo. If ye dare.


Happy Birthday, Nanaji!

(he's the one to the right of the monsterous, menu-weapon-wielding, menacing statue -
I mean, honestly. How many children to you think he ate? The statue; not my Nanaji.)


Pandi's 'Pinions

Special Edition!

Everybody raise your glasses of bamboo juice! Li'l Baji and Gunnar are engaged! I'm so excited because they are very happy. The wedding will be so much fun - we are going to dress up, eat, and party. Soon, I'll officially be a Swedistani Panda! I will be able to make bamboo samosas with one hand and build IKEA furniture with the other! Mabrook and best wishes from all the pandas in Blogistan.

xoxo, Pandi


Happy Birthday, my little waterbaby!


Competitiwe Adwantage

Guest Post by First Year Med Student/Part-time Plumber Oz

My embryology prefessor is an Indian guy. He's got a way thick accent. His lectures are very scattered and he rarely follows his outlines. This wouldn't be so bad in any other subject, but embryology has its own, [seemingly] very esoteric vocabulary, so it's nearly impossbile to keep up.

I was talking to a girl in class and she was telling me that she was going to leave and go study, and not stick around for the next lecture.

"I'm just not getting anything out of this. He's all over the place; and I can hardly understand what he's saying!"

I politely agreed with her, but we all know better: though he was all over the place, I knew perfectly well what he meant by "hot wallv."

Post Script Post
Happy Bananiversay, my little monkey!


I went for a ride in my friend's brand new, convertible, candy orange Mini Cooper S the other day. And it bit me. Hard.

Then I went for a ride in my dad's brand old, convertible, lipstick red 1961 Austin Healy today. And it did not bite me at all.

Lesson to be learned? Stick to Austin Healys.