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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Taser Bill and Me, the Cop Lover

by Artie Nosrati

So I'm sitting on Facebook trying to set up the event spam for our show that all of you will be attending. That's not what this is about. No, the point is the source of the constant popping bubble noises. His Facebook name is "Taser Bill". It would seem he has a thing for tasers. Here is our (one sided) conversation:


Taser
kerik,gulliani,and bush updated torture
in iraq
abu ghraib was just the beginning
poor saddam never got to use 5.8 million volt stun guns
8:32amTaser
in wi. it is used as a sexual assault weapon by cops
8:36amTaser
why doesn't john walsh step in and stop his buddies
blue wall of silience
8:39amTaser
kcr plays the wi.blue taser polka
8:47amTaser
are you there?
8:48amTaser
your not a cop lover are you>

No Use Worrying, It Could Have Been Anything

by Artie Nosrati

     It was definitely something. You tap the bottom of the bowl with your spoon, testing the possibility that the noise was nothing more than a clink of metal on ceramic. Definitely wasn't that. You don't know what the noise could have been, unable even to classify it into a sub-genre of sounds. Was it a boom? A bang? It could have been a thud, though it would have to have been the loudest thud you had ever heard.
     The subsequent sounds are unmistakable, however. Screaming, plates and glasses rattling, and feet stomping urgently. You don't know if they are running to, or away from something but they are certainly moving swiftly. This may potentially have serious implications, all the commotion and such. But people tend to overreact. They are likely to scream just as loud over a loose rat as they would for a lion on the loose from the zoo. No need to speculate further. Instead you focus intently on the circle of red before you. There's something mellowing about the steam and the way the soup is a slightly different color beneath the cooling surface so that it leaves a faint swirling trail when you stir it.
     You keep your face down, hovering in the rising aroma of tomato bisque. Is that basil you smell? It must be. It tastes like basil. It's funny how loud the sounds are inside your mouth. The slurping sound of you vacuuming off the spoon almost drowns out the clamor still going on as you are trying to enjoy your meal. Almost.