Aug 07
6

An unexpected and controversial city ordinance passed by a narrow margin yesterday in the small town of Ossining, New York – best known for its maximum security prison, Sing Sing Correctional Facility.
City officials introduced a bill that would legalize the use of marijuana within Sing Sing, and called for a special referendum at a town hall meeting Monday. The bill received majority support and will effectively make the possession and consumption of marijuana legal within the walls of the prison when it takes effect in early fall 2007.
“Our hope is that this bill will encourage left-leaning environmentalists, jazz musicians, the staff of High Times magazine and other miscreants throughout the Northeast United States to begin to think of Sing Sing as a liberal enclave and elect to move in. We envision being able to increase the prison population tenfold, thus creating new jobs for the citizens of Ossining while taking dangerous pot smokers off the streets,” said Councilman Phil Chambers, author of the so-called “Free to Smoke” bill.
When asked if it wouldn’t be possible for sojourning potheads to visit Ossining, take advantage of the legalized cannabis and then leave, Mr. Chambers was quick to point out that the “Free to Smoke” bill was a city ordinance, whereas Sing Sing Correctional Facility is run by the State, the laws of which take precedence.
“Anyone found smoking marijuana within Sing Sing is violating New York State law and will be immediately arrested,” Mr. Chambers said. “I originally wanted to call it the ‘If You Smoke Here You’d Be Home Already’ bill but I was convinced by my fellow council members that ‘Free to Smoke’ had a more convivial tone.”
This most recent effort of Councilman Chambers’ comes on the heels of more divisive propositions, which have included luring marijuana smokers toward a catapult with a trail of nickel bags. In Mr. Chambers’ original proposal, he himself would lay in wait within nearby bushes, jumping out and cutting the catapult’s rope when the pothead was in position.
The initial proposition called for “dopers” to be catapulted over city lines. However, succumbing to complaints from neighboring towns, Mr. Chambers modified his plan by suggesting the lured marijuana smokers be catapulted directly into the prison. The proposition was defeated by two votes.
Hostile, testosterone fueled Spike TV’s hit show Pros vs. Joes entered its second season this year. However, viewers remain confused as to who the actual losers on the program are.
Pros vs. Joes pits top athletes in various sports against everyday average Joe contestants who, despite often being well into their 30s, cannot stop living in a puerile fantasy world where they imagine themselves being one break away from playing shortstop for the New York Yankees – a delusion generally thought to be abandoned on average by the age of 13.
Adding to the bewilderment of observers is the inclusion of former professional athletes, or, “Pros,” for the average Joes (“Joes”) to compete against.
“I always thought there was a quiet dignity in the humble retirement of professional athletes who, having given their utmost to a sport, are confident enough to allow their body of work to speak for them,” said Spike viewer Daniel Stein. “But where’s the dignity in a former professional athlete squeezing himself back into a uniform that’s clearly rejecting him and attempting to dominate some insurance claims adjuster from Tucson on cable television?”
Part of the confusion seems to lie in the fact that, regardless of who actually wins the competition, all involved appear to be losers.
“I guess I just don’t get it. Even if you manage to get a hit off John Rocker, you still have to show up for work at Equinox’s juice bar on Monday and, either way, Rocker’s still gonna head back to his trailer in Macon and get lit on Thunderbird,” Sports psychologist Steve Klemp said.
While the popularity of such shows is largely attributed to Americans’ voracious desire to witness anyone making an ass of themselves publicly, some viewers once awash in the numbingly vapid world of reality television are beginning to change the channel.
Mr. Stein’s incredulity was palpable. “First dancing with the stars and now this? I mean, I like Xavier McDaniel but come on! We get it. He’s still tall.”
Officials from the Washington Post Company, owner of Slate, announced today that the production of the online magazine came to an abrupt halt when it became apparent the staff had lost the communal thesaurus. It is expected Slate will remain on hiatus until a suitable replacement thesaurus can be found or the original turns up.
Slate, founded in 1996 and renowned for its trademark irreverent commentary within ostentatiously verbose articles, is widely used by the potentially pretentious as a springboard from fluffy, gossip-mongering rags to more overtly erudite reading.
Exactly how the magazine’s thesaurus was lost remains a mystery. One staff member, speaking on the condition of anonymity due to a fear of being unable to quip esoteric on the fly, described the unsettling scene in the Slate offices earlier today. “I was, um, like, sad…you know? Because the…book was, uh…gone.”
Witnesses paint a harrowing picture of bewildered columnists flocking to a fire escape and shouting down to pedestrians below for help.
Jim Mapleton, who was outside of Slate’s offices at the time, said, “I remember hearing a writer scream out ‘I need a word for not-rough-around-the-edges!’ You could sense the desperation in his voice. I did my best to help and yelled out ‘Urbane!’ but I don’t think he heard me. It was… it was horrible.”

After experiencing gains of 62 percent in the month of February, DryTech, a producer of adult diapers and other incontinence related products, closed Thursday at $5 per share – a record high for the company.
Experts attribute the increase in sales to astronaut Lisa Nowak. “Previously, adult diapers suffered from the stigma that they were only appropriate for the elderly or infirm. Ms Nowak has turned that perception on its head,” said market watcher and shut-in Stan Splecht in-between spoonfuls of cat food.
Ms. Nowak achieved infamy after a 900-mile drive from Houston to Orlando in order to confront a coworker over what police are calling a “love triangle” involving a fellow astronaut. However, attempted murder and kidnapping aside, it is Ms. Nowak’s choice of undergarment – worn to avoid bathroom breaks during the trip – that is impacting the market.
“She was wearing our T-377p model,” DryTech spokesman Jim Hindrumple stated. “This particular diaper is probably overkill for 900 miles worth of urine. I would have recommended our T-375f, which has a slightly smaller reservoir making it less restricting for such a drive, yet entirely capable of handling everything thrown at it.”
When asked of Ms. Nowak’s role in the adult diaper renaissance, Mr. Hindrumple admitted, “She’s had a profound effect in that people are beginning to see the advantages of adult diapers and not just for crossing state lines to kidnap and kill a rival in an extramarital affair. She’s made Americans see adult diapers as a viable option for people on the go.”
However, the adult diaper appeal doesn’t end there. “My couch is very comfortable and my bathroom is all the way down the hall,” HIGH TIMES freelancer Brian O’Halleran said. “For a while, I was just peeing in a bottle but then I saw that astronaut on TV and I thought, ‘why not give diapers a try?’”
DryTech has plans for a new advertising campaign this spring that reportedly will show various situations such as two bikers arm wrestling, a student taking a standardized test, and a woman fellating a horse with each having to suddenly and awkwardly stop and head for a bathroom. The slogan will call into question the traditional logistics of bodily excretions.
While some stockholders remain weary of the resent boon, concerned that a conviction in the case could lead to losses down the road, Mr. Hindrumple is confident. “Regardless of Ms. Nowak’s fate, she’s put adult diapers on the map and opened the eyes of many potential customers who are either too busy, too lazy, too stoned or too mentally ill to use a bathroom.”
Still, it is expected that the powerful adult diaper lobby in Washington D.C. will be pressuring Orlando officials for leniency as well as contributing to Ms. Nowak’s defense.
In a related story, an official from Pampers, speaking on the condition of anonymity, told F&SS that, “The attention adult diapers are currently receiving completely undercuts the traditional and socially acceptable purpose of diapers.” The official went on to say, “This is a market we’ve dominated for years and we’re not going to share it with anyone.”
Pampers expressed a concern common among producers of diapers intended for babies, namely that of a paradigm shift allowing the diaper market to expand to include ages 3-75.
A group calling themselves “Babies for Diapers for Babies” plans to march on Orlando in a show of solidarity against Lisa Nowak and her adult diaper lifestyle. The National Guard has been called in to control the babies and prevent the outbreak of violence.
Jun 06
12

January 4, 2004 – Sabino Canyon, Tucson, AZ
Hello there faithful F&SS readers. My name is mike and I’m addressing you directly in an effort to shamelessly promote the production of a play I wrote called The Architect of Destiny. Originally produced in Los Angeles in the Fall of 2004, the play is being given its NYC premiere beginning on June 1st, 2006 in the West Village of Manhattan.
So, if you’ve liked some of the writing on this site (i.e. dark and disturbing comedy that makes you both wet your pants and think) you might also enjoy The Architect of Destiny. If you’ve hated every word printed on F&SS, you might enjoy heckling me in public.
This is fine, provided you pay the price of admission beforehand ($15). Additionally, please notify us of any planned assassination attempt no less than three business days in advance of said attempt.
Okay, so, please come and see The Architect of Destiny, assuming it’s convenient for you. You can click here (Theater Mania) for ticket, production or cast information or go to the production company’s Web site (Inch Mile).
Finally, as a special bonus for F&SS readers, I’ve included a bit of sample dialogue so you have some idea of what you’re in for.
Thank you for your attention. Enjoy this sample from The Architect of Destiny:
Lights up on Mark and Doctor in Doctor’s office
Mark: I think I’ve discovered the underlying issue here, the reason behind all my fears and insecurities.
Doctor: You question your sexuality.
Mark: What? (Pause) No. No, why would you say that?
Doctor: I thought that’s where you were going.
Mark: No.
Doctor: I’m sorry.
Mark: Okay…
Doctor: It’s just that, often times, homosexuals can go years denying their sexual preference, attempting to convince themselves and everyone around them they are straight.
Mark: Yeah, I think I read that somewhere.
Doctor: Which, of course, can lead to the many insecurities that you are experiencing.
Mark: Okay, but I’m, I’m not gay.
Doctor: Or are you?
Mark: No, I’m not.
Doctor: But aren’t you just trying to convince yourself of that?
Mark: Damn it will you stop? I’m not gay. Christ. When did psychiatrists start offering opinion?
Doctor: No. Not ‘psychiatrist.’ Think of me as your friend.
Mark: Okay. (Slight pause) But you are a psychiatrist, right?
Doctor: I’m not prescribing you or your buddies any drugs if that’s what you’re after.
Mark: No. No, I was just…
Doctor: Labels make me very uncomfortable, so please, think of me as just a friend.
Mark: Yeah, okay, we’re friends. I just thought the opinion was a little out of line.
Doctor: I’m sorry.
Mark: It’s alright.
Doctor: (Slight pause) I thought maybe you would like an opinion.
Mark: Yeah, well…
Doctor: You pose so many problems, so I thought I would offer you my educated opinion.
Mark: No, hey, I’m sorry. I just thought…I don’t know, sorry.
Doctor: It’s alright.
Mark: Great.
Doctor: But wouldn’t you feel much better, like a tremendous weight was lifted from you, if you just came clean to me?
Mark: Fuck, what is wrong with you?
Doctor: It can be tremendously cathartic just saying the words.
Mark: Even if it’s not true?
Doctor: It’s possible, I’m not sure. Remember, everything here is completely confidential.
Mark: Are you saying that…are you advising me, as a mental heath professional-
Doctor: Friend.
Mark: Friend, that if I tell you I’m gay – even though it’s not true, I’ll feel better?
Doctor: Admission is the first step.
Mark: What is going…hey, wait, did Richard put you up to this?
Doctor: (Accusingly) And who is Richard?
Mark: Alright, just, hey just stop it will you?
Doctor: Sorry. (Brief pause) Does he insist you call him Dick?
Mark: Fuck! Just stop! I’m not gay! Jesus. I had a point, ya know. I was saying something.
The entire script of The Architect of Destiny will be performed the first two weeks in June in Manhattan’s West Village. Please see above for more information.
In an ongoing series of antithetically headlined articles, which has included: ‘Cigarettes are Good for You’ and ‘The Earth is Flat, Again,’ The New York Times recently reported the findings of a clinical trial by GlaxoSmithKline, whose data indicates a connection between the antidepressant drug, Paxil, and suicidal thoughts. And while only a single suicide in the trail was carried out successfully, one could sense panic on the horizon.
“There’s a lot of money, believe it or not, in the pharmaceutical industry. A report like this could turn people off to Paxil and have them attempting to find relief through other means such as living well or adopting a pet to abuse,†said suicide proponent, Dr. Jack Kevorkian. “People anticipate and accept certain negative corollaries from a drug like Paxil, such as impotence, laziness or weight gain but suicide, for many people, is unacceptable as a side effect.â€
Resident F&SS suicide expert, Sven Guput, was unavailable for comment having committed suicide – particularly well – several days before the Times article went to print.
An autopsy report indicated that Paxil was not found in Mr. Guput’s system at the time of his death.
In a second effort to attain an expert opinion on this subject, F&SS attempted to contact Sylvia Plath. Sadly, Ms. Plath was unavailable for comment as well.
Finally, we reached out to Dorothy Parker for comment. While far from an expert, having attempted the self-dispatching of her soul to the great unknown unsuccessfully an unprecedented four times, we felt Mrs. Parker would at least be able to provide a witty quip for a sound bite regarding the irony of the findings in the fashion of her fabled acerbic wit.
However, despite her ineptitude when it came to suicide, she is, we discovered, nonetheless, dead. Proving, quite possibly, that suicide is not the number one cause of death for embittered, early to mid 20th century female writers.
Not to be deterred, F&SS bought an Ouija board (an Ouija board?) and again called on Mrs. Parker. This time successfully.
At first surly and terse – almost as if she’d been awoken from a deep, drunken slumber – Mrs. Parker angrily spelt out, “W-H-A-T D-O Y-O-U W-A-N-T?” We assumed it to be angry spelling as the movements were jerky and sudden and we felt as if the question had been posed in a somewhat less than amicable tone. Sev later described it as, ‘a bit bitchy.’
When asked for comment on the recent clinical findings Mrs. Parker came across as dismissive – spelling out: “D-I-D Y-O-U E-V-E-R C-O-N-S-I-D-E-R T-H-A-T T-H-O-S-E T-A-K-I-N-G P-A-X-I-L W-O-U-L-D M-O-S-T L-I-K-E-L-Y B-E P-R-E-D-I-S-P-O-S-E-D T-O D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N A-N-D T-H-U-S M-O-R-E L-I-K-E-L-Y T-O S-U-F-F-E-R F-R-O-M S-U-I-C-I-D-A-L T-H-O-U-G-H-T-S-?”
This took quite a long time. One F&SS staff member present was treated for wrist cramping at a local hospital and released that same evening. His lawsuit against Mrs. Parker for creating an unsafe working environment resulting in Carpal Tunnel Syndrome will be heard later this month.
Having lost interest somewhere in the middle of Mrs. Parker’s comment, the remaining staff then packed up the Ouija board and a game of quarters broke out.
In a related story, President Bush, upon learning that Paxil was linked to an increase in suicidal tendencies, now considers pharmaceutical company and Paxil producer, GlaxoSmithKline, in violation of United Nations resolutions prohibiting the production and possession of weapons of mass destruction. Mr. Bush stated that he has not ruled out the use of force to topple the regime.
Both China and Russia have brought the US pressured UN Security Council to a standstill with their refusal to invoke sanctions or Chapter 7 of the UN charter, fearing the latter could result in use of force or invasion.
Russian President Vladimir Putin was quick to remind Mr. Bush and British Prime Minister Tony Blair that GlaxoSmithKline is headquartered in the UK with many branches in the United States – both being countries that are allowed to possess weapons of mass destruction.
Mr. Bush quickly turned his attention to border security.
In a recent press conference, Hummer/GM spokesman Jim Erthfahk announced the carmaker’s next endeavor, the H4. The announcement came at a time when crude oil prices reached a new record high in the world market, at just over $83 a barrel, and thus was met with criticism by several low level, obscenely idealistic democrats trying to raise campaign funds in Oregon or Vermont and to whom no one paid attention.
When asked if the timing was right for a new line of what is quite possibly the most offensive, ill-conceived, environmentally devastating recreational vehicle on the planet, Erthfahk responded, “The original Hummer is a classic. The H2 and H3 have been very successful as well. Now, we’d like to introduce the world to the H4.â€
When told by reporters that he had failed to answer the question posed to him, Erthfahk pulled the sheet off an object behind him revealing the H4. The sleight-of-hand amused the assembly of reporters who at first gasped and then cooed with satisfaction.
Best described as a golf-cart with a V-8 engine, the H4 gets two and a half miles per gallon on the golf course – slightly more if it is put into neutral and pushed. While the H4 is not meant for highway driving, Erthfahk was quick to remind the assembly that it could in fact, “still fuck up a Volkswagen.â€
Originally designed as a vehicle for the Department of Defense, meant to patrol golf courses in the event of an invasion on American soil, the fully equipped H4 comes complete with swiveling anti-aircraft automatic machinegun mounts, bulletproof windows, armor-plated chassis and detachable front, rear and side bayonet stations.
“Perhaps the most impressive thing about this vehicle is the fact that the H4 can actually clear a plot of tree-tangled land and help you create your own course,†Erthfahk stated without even the slightest hint of sarcasm.
Presented by Hummer as a hybrid vehicle – hybrid in the sense that it combines golf-cart style with top of the line military technology forming a golf/combat cart/tank with wheels – the H4 will unapologetically arrive at dealerships nationwide this July.
“There simply is no better way to intimidate on the golf course,†said Erthfahk. “We’ve already sold two to James Taylor. He’s trying to change his image.â€
When reached for comment, Hillary Clinton stated, “While I personally do not drive a Hummer, I recognize my right not to alienate the potential voters that do.†It is possible that she continued to speak, unfortunately there was an air conditioner droning at the same time and it became impossible to differentiate between the two.

When I first met Ms. Capulet, who assumed the surname of Shakespeare’s famous star-crossed lover as means of concealing her identity, I must admit I was taken aback. For all I’d heard of her, I was expecting to spend the afternoon with a monster. And yet the slight, blond-haired, soft-spoken woman I met was anything but fiendish – even offering me a spot of Earl Grey tea upon my arrival.
While her appearance did not sync up with my preconceived conjuring – so far from a bestiality proponent did she come across – one glance at the decor that adorned the walls of her foyer reconfirmed her peculiar passion and kept me uneasy for the duration of our talk. It should be said, however, that, given some of the pictures I’d come across on the Internet while researching this article, Ms. Capulet’s collection was tame by comparison – achieving an air that can only be described as gracefully conservative canine eroticism.
As I was led on a tour of the house that she shares with Montague, a stately looking Bull Mastiff with an elegant touch of gray under the muzzle, I was surprised to learn that the two had been together for nearly ten years.
“I met Montague outside a pizzeria in Brooklyn in 1997,†Ms. Capulet confided. “He just had such desire, such a hunger in his eyes as he sidled up to me and nuzzled his robust head gently against my thigh.†After some small talk in her upper register the two shared a garlic knot and have been together ever since.
Montague was present throughout my visit, excitedly greeting me upon entry before circling twice and curling up on a rug, but declined comment.
“Most women have a difficult time making relationships work. They find it difficult to keep a man,†Ms. Capulet told me. “But,†she added, “That’s never been a problem with me and Montague.†She then showed me the leash she uses and choke chain that’s “really only necessary around company now.â€
The couple lived together in a state of uninterrupted bliss for many years enjoying long walks, and rides in their convertible (while Montague doesn’t drive he does enjoy riding in the car) as well as outdoor activities like playing Frisbee.
When asked what attribute of Montague’s she liked best, Ms. Capulet answered immediately, “His loyalty,†as an infectious smile crept across her face.
However, this bliss was threatened in the summer of 2005 when Ms. Capulet became pregnant. “I was very scared. I didn’t know how people would react. But after I got over my initial fear, I felt relieved more than anything. I viewed this as an opportunity to come out of the closet and tell the world that I love this dog. I am having his baby and I love him. It was like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders.â€
Despite the relief she felt at no longer having to keep their love a secret, troubles were just beginning for the couple.
“Lamaze was very hard,†Ms. Capulet admitted. “And I wasn’t really looking forward to delivery.” But, she reminisced, “Montague’s presence made all the difference.â€
“People can be very judgmental, very close-minded. They look at us and don’t see a woman and a dog that love each other and as a physical expression of that love, have sex with each other and as a result of that, are now raising a half human half canine child as a beautiful thing. No. They see it as taboo or disturbing, you know? They see it as wrong somehow,†she said, beginning to cry.
“I’m sorry, it’s very frustrating. Do you have any idea how many pre-schools have rejected us?â€
Conventionality often figures in to society’s moral compass with many of our mores and values handed down to us from generations before, thus making it difficult and, at times, impossible for less conventional ideas to gain wide acceptance. But, before you prejudge, ask yourself, is this not love? Is it not possible for a relationship between one consenting human female and an unaware male dog to be successful?
I for one left Ms. Capulet and Montague convinced that, against all odds, it was possible.
I had a nightmare the other night. I was at a blogger’s convention at the Jacob Javits Center. And while suddenly finding myself adrift amongst a sea of self-important, techno-hipster shut-ins – all simultaneously holding the belief that you and I should devote our Saturday nights to reading their stream of consciousness thoughts off a computer screen to be self-evident – would normally have far exceeded the minimum requirement for me to awake screaming and sweat drenched, the worst was yet to come. For, from within this sea of faceless self-promoters, materialized some of Fork & Salt Shaker’s most devoted readers.
What ensued was a guilt trip of epic proportions. Questions were posed:
“What happened to F&SS?â€
“Are you guys retired?â€
“Have you given up?â€
“You disgust me!†Well, that one wasn’t a question.
“Etc., etc., etc.†That probably shouldn’t be in quotes…
And each time I turned to answer, each time I faced my accuser, they would disappear, dematerializing in an instant while a new disembodied voice would turn me in a different direction until I was spinning. The questions increased in speed. Soon I was not able to conceive of an answer before several more questions were posed in rapid succession. I began to get the feeling that answers were insufficient as means of rebuffing the swarming masses – being both inadequate as well as unheard – and I crumbled to the floor where I was quite swallowed up by the angry mob of bloggers. (Mobloggers?) Cut to me, waking up screaming and sweat drenched, in my Superman pajamas.
Here’s the thing (as I was unable to retort in my nightmare, I view this as the next best forum – take from that what you will…) Fork and Salt Shaker is not a blog. Nor has it ever claimed to be a blog. Our rare blend of high quality, on location photography, absurdist fiction, family games and existential nonsense is wrought by delving into the darkest corners of imagination. Forcing such craft is not only disingenuous but it can be dangerous as well. Sev nearly put his eye out writing “Pastiche.” Seriously. (He’s clumsy)
We at F&SS must strike while the iron is hot. Sadly, the iron has been awful cold for a while. The good news: I feel it heating up again.
(Please read the above text as a long winded, somewhat less than straight forward apology for my inexcusable hiatus from F&SS. I was going to say I’d sprained my writin’ hand but I just respect you, the reader, too much. Then I sort of got defensive and the piece went in that direction. Eventually I got a little hungry and took a break. Now I’ve lost interest.)
Finally, please don’t view this post as a demonization of blogs and bloggers in general. There are some very good blogs out there. As an example: What Blows is one of my new favorites – providing great information on NYC theatre news…if that’s helpful to you…which it’s probably not.
Honestly finally: I promise not to use the words blog, blogger or the less popular moblogger in any combination for a period of no less than fifteen days. Starting now.