• August 23 2011

    Phoenix, AZ - Local woman, 31, suffers heart attack while chasing cat around 400 square foot apartment.

    Local authorities say it appears that the native Phoenician, known only as Ronnie D, was simply really, really, really out of shape.

    D, after walking briskly yet lightly so as to not fall through the termite-damaged floor, suffered cardiac arrest after turning into the ‘hall area’ of her small home. It was at that time that she stopped to catch her breath and fell forward into a pile of old Easter baskets, raver beads, and incredibly filthy clothes.

    “Yeah, well, looks like we have a woman just past the prime of her life living off bong rips and cheese,” commented a local man who apparently had no connection to the victim but was the first to arrive at the scene, even before emergency response vehicles. “I knew something was gonna happen someday the way she’d just stay motionless on that ‘couch’ of hers, getting up only to get more cheese. It was actually kinda sad to watch. But I still did.”

    Diagnosis was also not so good for D when emergency personnel arrived at the scene. “There was no chance she was gonna make it,” Smith Smith said as he rummaged through the deceased’s countless piles. Smith is a member of the voluntary Tent City Medical Services Chain Gang, a part of the Republican legislative response to health care reform that not only provides health services to the uninsured, but simultaneously rehabilitates violent criminals. And it looks like it’s working.

    Smith believes that providing lifesaving services to his local community is a great way to escape the sweltering summer heat in those infamous tents. “It feels good to help others. And the sheriff gives us all the water we can drink - even way out here! We truly are blessed.”

    Who is not blessed, however, is the woman taken later than those who performed her autopsy can believe. “Her respiratory system was completely clogged with dust and cat hair,” explained Dr. Oz as he performed the exploratory procedure live on primetime TV.

    “You could tell this woman didn’t have much to live for,” commented Joey Lawrence, Dr. Oz’s special surprise autopsy guest star assistant. “I mean, sure, I still wear flannels around my waist occasionally, but this woman… this woman was wearing only a flannel - backwards - like some sort of twisted lumberjack hospital gown when they found her. I mean, who does that?” Lawrence shook his head in disgust, “Not to mention all her major organs had actually turned to cheese. Whoa.”

    It’s true, D’s organs had all turned to cheese. After passing her liver through the first row of the live audience, it was whipped into a low-cal, gluten-free dish by Dr. Oz’s special surprise autopsy chef, Gordon Ramsay. “She’s still got a number of organs left,” Ramsay slyly remarked, “Not that I’m saying anything in particular, but it looks like the upcoming fall season of Master Chef is going to be HOT.”

    After the show aired, reporters attempted to contact D’s surviving relatives, but none are coming forward, leaving only her cats as heirs to her pile fortune. Astonishingly, while opening her ‘estate’ for the neighbors to loot, workers discovered that the felines communicated with an elaborate mixture of signs, a systematic series of meows (what can only be described as Morse Meow), and air guitar from extremely emotional 1980s power ballads.

    “It’s a linguistic breakthrough,” exclaimed Sara-Ruan-Diebfrau, an out-of-work linguist who picked up a part-time position with the estate reclamation company. “It’s a tough market out there, and this discovery gives me an edge and focus for my dissertation. Not to mention an entirely new linguistics library! I can’t believe an out-of-work barista had so many books on the topic. She must have dated a linguist or something.”

    Memorial and looting services for D will be held at her former residence until the city comes to remove the body, which is scheduled to occur sometime before the real football season starts.

    Aug 23, 2011 @ 11:06 am

    post tags: Joey Lawrence cats cheese losing my mind summer in Phoenix linguistics

  • August 22 2011

    "…and Phoenix looking a little bit cooler on Saturday with 108."

    Guy on the Weather Channel

    Aug 22, 2011 @ 3:22 pm

    post tags: summer in Phoenix

  • July 8 2011

    Happy Friday From Phoenix, Arizona!! 
(Yes, the driver of this vehicle shops at Target.)

    Happy Friday From Phoenix, Arizona!!

    (Yes, the driver of this vehicle shops at Target.)

    Jul 8, 2011 @ 5:43 pm

    post tags: America Arizona Phoenix Sarah Palin Target politics summer in Phoenix TGIF!

  • July 7 2011

    Oh how I remember when you used to come and see me often. Every summer, knocking on my window or on my door… I miss you. And your red, red skies. The scent of creosote and dust on my aluminum blinds as I pulled them down and anxiously awaited you, just to see what you might do to my life this time. Just to remember how insignificant I am in this world. Just to know I was a piece of a necessary pattern of the desert we’ve done oh so much to destroy. With our population bursts and concrete. Buildings where there were fields. Houses where we once got our food. Heat, heat, heat. A century’s old saguaro shriveling up somewhere off the freeway, transplanted to make room for an outlet mall in the desert. Where we used to go in summer. To feel the cool night of life finally resting. See the stars and watch the sky turn that red we always knew would come.

    It’s unfortunate that it no longer comes. It’s unfortunate that we just can’t understand why. Especially everyone from everywhere telling us: This is nothing! You call this a monsoon?  Well no, not really. Not anymore. And it’s one more piece gone that reminded me I was a creature of the desert, not of the mall.

    (Source: azkaos)

    Jul 7, 2011 @ 8:04 am

    post tags: Phoenix arizona summer summer in Phoenix nostalgia monsoon

  • July 3 2011

    "It’s an all-American rewind weekend. Now here’s the Cure."

    Local Radio DJ (Fourth of July Weekend)

    Jul 3, 2011 @ 10:22 am

    post tags: Phoenix The Cure america awesome fourth of july summer in Phoenix

  • June 24 2011

    Finally! I found a job I’m at least partially qualified for.
Nah, there’s nothing grim about the Phoenix job market at all…

    Finally! I found a job I’m at least partially qualified for.

    Nah, there’s nothing grim about the Phoenix job market at all…

    Jun 24, 2011 @ 5:19 pm

    post tags: phoenix summer in Phoenix unemployment

  • June 19 2011

    Sweet!

    Sweet!

    Jun 19, 2011 @ 8:31 pm

    post tags: depression Phoenix downtown Phoenix summer in Phoenix

  • June 13 2011

    When I was little, if you can imagine it, my mom had all sorts of crazy rules. These rules often kept me from socializing with other kids. (Or her for that matter.) They mostly kept me alone and in my head, concocting all sorts of things up there that would make drawing shapes in the Phoenix dirt with sticks, erasing them with my hand, then starting over again, feel like the most exciting thing in the world.

    I spent a lot of time alone, but I often had the boombox: a beautiful, seventeen-inch silver machine, with a tape deck that records AND a mic and everything. In fact, I still have it, and it’s one of the only things I had in my new place (besides the termites) when I decided to make a run from my last life. It’s been through a lot with me, and this morning, as I started yet another morning thinking why should I even bother when all the options I’m given are things that only make my brain pulse, I flipped on my good old friend for some company. And Call Me Al was on. Fuck yeah.

    As I danced in my kitchen, thinking of Chevy Chase (sorry Paul), I remembered the performances I would put on in the front yard for absolutely no one when I was a little girl to songs like this. I would practice and practice until it was perfect, and then I would simultaneously hit play and that fresh cut grass in my bare feet - so as to not slip during the difficult acrobatic number (which was probably just me rolling around in biker shorts and neon lace, but in my HEAD, it was truly a graceful thing of beauty).

    Sometimes I would record a talkshow with the boombox and our one-eyed dog, back when he was a two-eyed dog with a constant red rocket. Other times, the boombox would provide the music for my carefully choreographed rollerskate ballet, performed to a Tchaikovsky and 2 Live Crew mixtape I painstakingly made for the occasion. I remember there was an epic sword battle at one point, and it was definitely hard to stick the landing as it was on one leg whilst skating and stabbing…

    I kept dancing while pouring my morning tea; I thought it may help motivate me to try for the millionth time to write a damn resume for a job without pulling a Shining in the “Professional Experience” section. But instead, it just made me wanna take the boombox out into the front yard again. See what I could do with some Ke$ha on the gravel in triple digits…

    You know, be me again.

    Jun 13, 2011 @ 11:02 am

    post tags: unemployment losing my mind summer in Phoenix in my head Call Me Al socialization

  • June 7 2011

    Q: What IS Depression?

    A: Watching Get Over It - starring Kirsten Dunst and Sisqo.

    Get Over It - IMDb

    Jun 7, 2011 @ 7:48 pm

    post tags: depression bipolar disorder self-medication summer in Phoenix losing my mind