Monthly Archives: March 2004

If you have never experienced the Chick Tracts before, you must go here at once.

If you enjoy that sample, you can go here for a list of all of them. Here are some more of my favorites. Talk about hours and hours of fun.

And it’s cheaper than a ticket to The Passion of the Christ.

It is I, Faustus. I have “finished” the show I was writing that opens in three weeks. (“Finished” is in quotes because it’s a lie.) However, I couldn’t let David solidify his position in my empire any further, so I figured it was time to come back.

Last night, for reasons passing understanding, my Tivo failed to record Angel. After troubling deaf heaven with my bootless cries (though if heaven is deaf, I suppose it doesn’t really matter whether one’s cries are bootful or not), I sat on the couch, defeated, watching Law & Order with my brother’s girlfriend L.G. During a commercial break we had the following conversation.

FAUSTUS: [Sigh.]
L.G.: Are you coming down from your rage?
FAUSTUS: It’s more like sinking into a pit of despair.

Pause.

L.G.: That’s probably an improvement.

This is David. I am still here. Actually, I am not still here, but I am here enough.

Today, I got into a conversation with a man who was concerned about the widespread problem of hooligans stealing metal objects from public places and selling them for scrap. Trash bins, owl roosts, street signs: nothing is safe. Also, someone in his dorm stole a headstone from a graveyard once.

I sat there and made clucking noises he may have interpreted as disgust that people would do such things, but I was really thinking about going to pick up my new eyeglasses, which I promptly did.

Hey, everyone, I got new eyeglasses!

I hope no one steals them and sells them for scrap.

David here still. I am not actually certain for how long I agreed to do this, but I am getting comfortable, so Faustus may have to pry me out with a crowbar.

Today, I did the unthinkable. Note that what I consider unthinkable may not run parallel to the opinions of the rest of the world, for my transgression was to sneak away from my work and down to Starbucks to read a couple of chapters of a novel and consume a chocolate chunk cookie.

My hideously long to-do list and the South Beach Diet have conspired to transform an event that was once commonplace in my life into a guilty pleasure.

Anyway, I did not begin this story to berate myself (too much). I wanted to mention something I saw.

As I sat reading, one of those middle-aged couples that could only exist in New York City came in. You know the sort: they looked like they had just escaped either from a Star Trek convention or a mental institution, sort of funny-looking and not all there. The thing was, they were so deliriously happy, I could not help but observe them.

It is still I, David, proprietor of Upside-down Hippopotamus. The Upside-down Hippopotamus that is currently squatting over The Search for Love in Manhattan. I am not sure one can squat while one is upside-down, but the hippopotamus part provides for delectable imagery. Faustus is still off doing whatever it is he does, and although I cannot hope to fill but one of his shoes (and perhaps a mitten), I shall labor to keep his place alive and kicking.

And perhaps I will even turn it over to him when he comes back.

Yesterday, I wrote about a new computer game I have bought: Lux. Though an avalanche of work hangs over my head like the Sword of Damocles (put those metaphors in a blender and hit puree!), I have devoted a significant amount of time over the past two days to playing with people over the Internet.

The problem is that I suck at it, or at least, I am on an extended learning curve. But I am getting better, and it is actually teaching me a lot about my real life. In Lux (which is almost identical to Risk, if you are familiar with that war game), the results of one

Greetings, my little chickadees. It is I, David, the deposed blog emperor of The Search for Love in Manhattan, who never stopped scheming and plotting a triumphant return from exile. As usual, you are all commanded to visit (and link to) my own web log, Upside-down Hippopotamus. Or else.

Oh yes, or else.

The topic of the day is, appropriately, war. It is everywhere: hostilities in the Middle East are far from over, Haiti is a nightmare, and the upcoming elections promise to be a bloodbath of figurative but epic proportions.

On the homefront, I have not only taken over Faustus

Well, I have good news and bad news.

The bad news is that, as the show I’m writing opens in less than a month and is less than 2/3 done, I’m not going to be able to blog for the next week or so.

The good news is that, in my absence, you’ll be in the extraordinarily capable hands of this man and perhaps, if you’re lucky, his dog.