I wish I had a camera, because I was sharpening my knife last night and I really wanted to take a picture of the ground wet metal that accumulated on the shiny edge of the blade.
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These are my friends; see how they glisten...
Posted by: Joe Drymala | June 09, 2005 at 07:52 AM
Welcome to the grave, Drymala.
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 09, 2005 at 08:04 AM
They're reviving that show on Broadway next season. A really ambitious production that will probably run for 4 months and lose all its money.
I'll be sure to blame Patti LuPone, who is A Disaster.
Posted by: Joe Drymala | June 09, 2005 at 08:10 AM
There was a gentleman riding his bike in the Logan Square Blue Line stop this evening. Such curious behavior!
Posted by: Adam Kotsko | June 09, 2005 at 06:51 PM
On a totally unrelated note, do you suppose there will ever be a serial-killer who keeps a personal blog?
Posted by: Michael | June 09, 2005 at 07:38 PM
There already is, but at the moment he's using it to serialize a novel (also about a killer).
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 09, 2005 at 07:40 PM
You are sick! Sick! Sick! </mineshaft>
Posted by: Matt Weiner | June 10, 2005 at 07:30 AM
FUUUUCK. I was shaking my knife to get some water off it and dinged it on the edge of the sink—now there's a dent in the blade and I'll have to sharpen it again. I hate sharpening knives.
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 13, 2005 at 05:25 PM
leave the small dent.
Posted by: text | June 13, 2005 at 06:41 PM
why?
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 13, 2005 at 06:51 PM
I'll be sure to blame Patti LuPone, who is A Disaster.
The New Yorker seems to like it, and her.
Posted by: ben wolfson | November 10, 2005 at 08:20 PM