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JC

Getting my doosh back.

About Me

I do not exist.

My Interests

Vaginoplasty (elective.) Power napping. Vintage vacuum cleaners (American, c.1951-1953 1/2.)

I'd like to meet:

An Image Consultant.

Music:

Anything with alto-sax.

Movies:

Anything with Sandy Dennis.

Television:

Once my fiancee found this smutty, on-demand channel reporting on the phenomena of bikinied, college-age women who batter one another with giant foam batons. I have since been searching actively for this program. It was somewhere in the thousands and I think was called Spanxxx-On-Demand, or Juiced, or Boob-and-Gadget Magazine TV. .. ..

Books:

Any Judith Regan offering, ref. "Monica's Story" and "I Didn't Kill Her, but Here's How I Fucking Killed Her."

Heroes:

Lil' Stinker

My Blog

Some bullshit to think about before hitting the road this summer

Missing radio antenna = Missing gas cap + vanilla air freshenerPurple cars = blinker left on for 8 minutes (or 8 miles; which ever's first)Duct tape tail light repair = "How You Like Me Now?" windshie...
Posted by JC on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 09:38:00 PST

How to intimidate me

Cut the tips off your gloves.Nothing says "tough" to melike a motherfucker in a pair of those three-quarter jobbies.I see cut-off gloves and I think;"that guy may not be tough,but fuck it, I'm crossin...
Posted by JC on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:08:00 PST

Random Members of the Business Community

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Posted by JC on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 09:24:00 PST

Why...

...do people sit on cake? ...
Posted by JC on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 11:17:00 PST

My spec script for The Sarah Silverman Program

An excerpt. They'll probably buy it.The waiting room of an OBGYN. SARAH is looking cute in one of those puffy vests. She's eating something childish, like a pretzel dog. An OLD BLACK WOMAN sits ne...
Posted by JC on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 01:59:00 PST

Chinatown, '81

At nine years, I finally wandered into the infinite space beyond my lunch box. I remember the day because the father had come home and we were rolling over the Williamsburg Bridge in a brand new car....
Posted by JC on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 09:38:00 PST

The thing with soup

What is it about the act of eating soup that makes one seem so feeble? I can be in perfect health, yet something about hunching over a bowl and blowing on a spoon makes me feel sort of pitiful. I im...
Posted by JC on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:47:00 PST

Vegetable of the year

Swiss fucking chard.
Posted by JC on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:44:00 PST

Portions of the lexicon that I've become impatient with

A snappy term emerges in a New Yorker essay. It rings nicely in the ear of a New York Times writer. A producer at NPR gets a whiff and the vocable begins coursing wildly through the linguistics circ...
Posted by JC on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 07:34:00 PST

The war on christmas is over. I lost.

One of my four jobs while attending art school was at Radio City Music Hall. I operated the stage elevator for the Christmas Spectacular. This seemed to fit nicely into the master-plan; get to know ...
Posted by JC on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 01:38:00 PST