MR WRONG: Black sheets of rage

Indignity Vol. 4, No. 59

MR WRONG: Black sheets of rage


Wendy Bartel in Death Race 2000 (1975)

MR WRONG: These Are Dark Days and Not Just Because It's Pouring Out There  

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Anyway, I am in a Bad Mood. That’s the Topic of this iteration of the Mr. Wrong column. My cat died, or more technically, we had our cat assassinated because she was sick, and when we got her checked out, the Veterinarian discovered she was way more sick than we thought, and she had to go. It was sad, and I miss my little black fluffy kitty, and I keep expecting to see her in various places in the house, being a cat, which she was really good at, but she’s gone, which I know perfectly well, I was an accomplice, and now I have moved on to the Angry part, Bad Mood-wise. 

On top of that, when I brought my favorite all-purpose mug/soup bowl to the office of my new Day Job, to put in my locker and use for water, and to heat up soup for my work luncheons, I put it on my chair for a sec and it fell outta the bag I had it in and my nice highly-functional resealable mug shattered way beyond repair, just like my poor cat, who I paid money to have knocked off. That made me also-sad, the mug getting broken, because that stupid green mug, with a plastic lid for sealing up your fave leftover beverage or lunch, was a gift, given to me at a previous Day Job, by a nice person who noticed I eat soup for lunch a lot, and I always thought of that Nice Person when I used the mugbowl, and now that connection is also broken, see, see what a Bad Mood I am in? Totally fuckin’ spiraling with the Gloom!

And another thing! Two days in a row it was pissing down rain during my commute to the office, which on a good day takes 45 minutes in my shiny metal box, but when it rains, who knows? Could take an hour and half! Could get fucking wiped out by one of the other idiot motorists who think just because it’s doing black sheets of rain you should proceed as normal and drive 80 miles an hour!

A weird green car painted up like a giant reptile and it has scraggly giant pointy teeth for a grille
David Carradine in Death Race 2000 (1975)

I am not exaggerating, I drive on Interstate 97, it’s a goddamn Death Race 2000 situation and it’s 24 fucking years after 2000! The original Death Race 2000, not the shitty remake, Death Race. Well, actually, yeah, my commute is more like the shitty remake, perfect, now I’m in a Worse Mood.

A flaming car exploding and going up in the air
Death Race (2008)

Also! I fucking missed Donut Day at the office, when they bring in these really good fancy donuts and you can get a donut and a coffee for $3.50, and I missed it, G_d fucking damn it. OK, this is not getting better, I’m calling it a Column. Remember, No Refunds!

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FOR MY Margin of Error column over at Defector today, I wrote about whether protest voting, or any voting, can make a difference in Gaza:

The longer this goes on, the more I think about the protesters who chanted "Hey, hey, LBJ / How many kids did you kill today?" It was a perfect chant, cutting and morally true. It drew a line, and it caught Lyndon Johnson on the wrong side of it. Johnson chose not to face the voters again in 1968. And then, behind the scenes, Richard Nixon sabotaged the Paris peace talks and replaced Johnson as president.
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WE PRESENT INSTRUCTIONS in aid of the assembly of sandwiches from New Presentation of Cooking with Timed Recipes, by Auguste Gay with the collaboration of Anne Page. Published in 1924, and now in the Public Domain and available at for the delectation of all.

For each sandwich
2 slices of buttered bread
1 tablespoon cold boiled ham, chopped
3 ripe olives
1 tablespoon celery leaves, chopped
dash of vinegar

Pit and chop the olives. Mix all ingredients together. Spread on both slices of bread, put together and press lightly.

For each sandwich
2 slices of buttered bread
1 chicken liver, boiled
2 leaves of lettuce
1 tablespoon mayonnaise sauce

Chop the chicken liver and the lettuce leaves. Mix with the mayonnaise sauce. Spread on both slices of bread, put together and press lightly.

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The second printing of 19 FOLK TALES is now available for gift-giving and personal perusal! Sit in the strengthening sunshine with a breezy collection of stories, each of which is concise enough to read before the damp ground seeps through your blanket.

HMM WEEKLY MINI-ZINE, Subject: GAME SHOW, Joe MacLeod’s account of his Total Experience of a Journey Into Television, expanded from the original published account found here at Hmm DailyThe special MINI ZINE features other viewpoints related to an appearance on, at, and inside the teevee game show Who Wants to Be A Millionaire, available for purchase at SHOPULA.

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