The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

and our hair cut the wrong way

Cornmeal-crusted baked chicken breasts with black pepper; beet and tomato salad with garlic mayonnaise; steamed French beans with butter.

My cat is barking at me. I keep saying to her: WRONG ANIMAL.

nikolasco linked to the strangest book I've seen in a while, a turn of the century guide to some kind of jacked-up Japanese pidgin. My favorite page of his scans so far is the Review from the Native Press.

It's so quiet in here I can hear my eyes moving like in a Ren & Stimpy cartoon.
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