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E. Claire

About Me

To tell the truth, our only really profitable enterprise was the Fun and Freak Museum we conducted in a back-yard wood-shed two summers ago. The Freak was a three-legged biddy chicken hatched by one of our own hens. Everybody here-abouts wanted to see that biddy: we charged grown-ups a nickle, kids two cents. And took in a good twenty dollars before the museum had to shut down due to the decease of the main attraction.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Black Jack David, Pretty Polly, and someone with good analog recording equipment. I also respect people who know how to use the telephone.

My Blog

well well well

It’s too soon to be thinking of my birthday in late May...or IS it??  I admit that I wouldn’t be upset if somebody set up some surprise events.  Perhaps we could kick off the fes...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 22:32:00 GMT

Dont leave town

Why does everyone have to move out of Boston these days?  If you stay I will make you pancakes and we can listen to records or drive anywhere you want, anytime.  This summer’s going to...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 02:29:00 GMT

GIANT moth killed

Last week a giant moth got into my apartment and flew straight away behind the refrigerator.  I was rather disgusted, but it was far out of reach and there was nothing I could do, so I forgo...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 18:20:00 GMT

Trying not to scratch

On Thursday night I had to go to the emergency room after developing hives all over my arms and legs.  Following an agonizing two hour wait, the doctor gave me lots of pills and the hiv...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 06:44:00 GMT

Freemasonry

I feel like a douche bag, because I revealed the secret Freemason handshake to TWO people last week.  As if something so sacred could be used as a cheap party trick!  I have betrayed an elit...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 14:01:00 GMT

Perishability

My second dog died today.  He was still a baby to me. I think a lot about death.  Sometimes when I'm driving, I imagine the wreckage that would ensue if I inched the wheel over just enough t...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:16:00 GMT

Night Moves...

Does this song repulse anyone besides me and my sister?  Pay attention to the lyrics; they're really gross.  Here are some highlights: "Trying to lose those awkward teenage grooves" (insert ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 20:47:00 GMT

R.I.P. Petie

My beloved dog Petie had to be put down a few days ago.  He would have been fourteen years old on Christmas Eve.  That's almost one hundred in dog years. We will always have fond m...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 20:49:00 GMT