Poor Mojo's Almanac(k)
Issue #416 -- Thurs., Jan. 8, 2009
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Break a leg. No, really, 25 bucks or we'll break a leg.
Giant Squid: Ask the Giant Squid: On Our Communications, Trans-Dimensional by the Giant Squid
I'm doing a research project on you and I was wondering what you call the baby giant squid. I also wanted to know how you communicate. Hurry! My report's due soon!
Valued Reader,
I was upon the verge of setting word onto screen when my lab assistant Rob, as often he does, did lean against the glass of my tank and interject an unrequested snippet of wisdom.
"That shit is cold; the distinguished lil Yuri ain't no baby. He's just tiny and shit. Not his fault."
Pigeons in Aristotle Square, unintelligible letter combos everywhere: 
So, we went in on a Saturday, and it was the second time ever that my son, Oscar, has been in a mall, and it was totally wigging him out. We went in the store and he took me directly to the Apple TV, because we had looked at it once the last time we were in the mall, his first time in the mall, and he remembers EVERYTHING.