  I'm clean out of ideas so I thought I'd air a small commercial for www.sublethal.net, which is written by someone who is much funnier than me. I won't tell you his name because he's prefers to remain anonymous. " Signs of Trouble * You announce to the room that you just don't feel like yourself today, and a small murmur of relief reverberates amongst your loved ones, including the cat and the dog, who look at each other and then look back at you. * In the bustle of the farmer's market you overhear a voice say "...that pugnacious faggot..." and your first thought is that maybe it's a friend of yours talking about you. You look quickly in the direction from which the voice seemed to emanate, but all you see is a brittle grandmother palpating melons and a moody teen presiding over a wooden crate full of vaguely extraterrestrial-looking root vegetables.
Later after a couple of rejuvenating Odwallas you incorporate the boy into a vivid sexual fantasy, a sweaty vision in which you are thumbing his perineum like someone impatiently pressing for a sluggish elevator, but then the melon hag makes an uninvited cameo appearance in the daydream, putting strong deflationary pressure on the economy of your southern states. " See www.sublethal.net for more. "Niggling concerns" is a recent entry that will have you giggling to yourself and nodding your head. 
