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brain spoon n. 1. A device used by 4th century Quirinalian monks to exact revenge for crimes deemed monstrously immoral. The device consisted of a large scoop with razor sharp edges, fixed to bellows and a hollow tube, through which was poured a mixture of vinegar and molten metal intended to soften the skull, thereby facilitating cranial penetration and extraction of brain sections. 2. Any device which causes extreme pain in the craniocerebral region.

And now, for The Best of Wayne Moon, you'll have to weed through this mangled Myspace site that will need to be reconstructed after their attempt to keep up: Wayne Moon on Myspace.

Friday, March 31, 2006

This Is A Test


Is there anyone left out there?


This has been a test. In the event that the planet has been obliterated due to tensions in the Middle East or North Korea, or global warming, or some other event that has been advanced, aggravated or subsidized by me and you, please disregard this test.

This is only a wah wah wah liberal guilt why can't we get along Ahmadinejad is crazy and we're all doomed kind of test.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

When a Couple is Just a Couple

Sometimes the people in the street and in their cars and on the sidewalks and under the cardboard boxes and wrapped in foil are just that. However, yesterday, everybody around me seemed pregnant with menace and despair. I found myself on a diverging path with a tall man, who walked with leonine grace. On his face he wore a scowl, and he spoke in foreboding monotone. A woman walked several paces behind, apparently responding with words of subordinate dignity. They matched my speed, then broke off and crossed the street. I checked for my wallet. It was still there.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Rant from a contributor

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“Be it 7-11 or be it Wawa, the Slurpee or Icee machine is always flashing its red light and is never ready to dispense. All you get is soda. This happens 8 times out of 10. I resort to getting a Diet Pepsi Slurpee. They always have an abundance of insane Candy Apple Slurpee! They even had this one that looked like Crayola Orange and they call it Mystery Slurpee. At work, when the copier needs paper, I always add paper. If the Slurpee machine is not ready to dispense Coca Cola Slurpees, why don’t they make it so?”

That crap is bad for you anyway. -Editor

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

In Memory of Ishtar, Age 21

Rest your weary bones, old friend.

October 1984 - March 2006