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Floyd Elliot
- Location
- Chicago, Illinois, USA
- Birthday
- January 05
- Title
- Lord Snarky
- Bio
- Floyd Elliot is species of rare vine native to the Chicago Lakefront. Once so abundant that they darkened the skies as they flew over (and the ground too), Floyd Elliots were hunted almost to extinction for their plumage and haunting cry; today, thanks to conservation efforts and an outpouring of credulity on the part of the public, Floyd Elliots can again be spotted outside a zoo; inside a zoo, they're striped.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Why I Will Never Use the Word
"Fuck" On OS Again
January 21, 2010 09:12PM - By the Numbers
January 05, 2010 12:28PM - My Top 10 Things About Which I
Do Not Give a Fuck
December 28, 2009 06:39AM - All the Joys (And Peaces) Of
the Holidays
December 23, 2009 04:45PM - Seasonings Greetings
December 22, 2009 06:29AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Oh, fine, Trudge. I was
going to leave you all my
ratings,
but now? That's
six fu…”
January 23, 2010 12:09AM - “Aw, Ginny Rose, I know,
darlin'. Fuck you too. In, you
know,
the nicest
possible…”
January 22, 2010 11:53PM - “Oh, okay, I'm
staying.
No, no, I'm
really not, but many thanks to
those of you who…”
January 22, 2010 12:23AM - “So you're saying I
should maybe hold off on my
post, "My
Hemorrhoid
Surgery…”
January 12, 2010 02:16AM - “Christine, I sympathize
and empathize. My novel went
to 90
agents before I
decide…”
January 11, 2010 05:29PM
Floyd Elliot's Links
- My Foodie Blog (with friends)
- Gourmet Gourmand Glutton (Chicago)
Why I Will Never Use the Word "Fuck" On OS Again
I wasn't going to do this, the, in Open Salon parlance, "flounce." I don't flounce. People who wear tutus flounce, and generally only before the age of five. I stride purposefully toward the nearest exit, stopping only occasionally to… Read full post »
By the Numbers
Numbers speak to me. Not in a numerologic or paranoid-schizophrenic kind of way: I don't think numbers reveal my character (it's my reckless disregard for explosives-handling safety that does that) or the secrets of the universe (that… Read full post »
My Top 10 Things About Which I Do Not Give a Fuck
#1: Top 10 Lists. With all the top-10 lists proliferating on the Interwebs--top 10 movies of the decade, top 10 books of the year, top 10 numbers between 1 and 10--I think it's important--to me, of course--that I don't give a fu… Read full post »
All the Joys (And Peaces) Of the Holidays
Seasonings Greetings
Cross-posted on Gourmet Gourmand Glutton.
If you've spent much time in Chicago fine-dining restaurants, you may have noticed an intriguing fact (well, it's intriguing if you're me, and, given the size of my readership,… Read full post »
In Which I Meet My Sister's Boyfriend
If, despite my complete lack of technical adeptitude (what? it's a word; just not a real one) (and yes, I do work in technology, thanks for asking) (shhhh…don't tell my clients that I'm not technically adept; they'll make me a/… Read full post »
My Secret Shameful Love
I have, as my title, "My Secret Shameful Love," might suggest, a secret love, which is, you know, shameful, and also? Secret. I have enjoyed her embrace in my sunroom, in full view of the yuppies and hookers and homeless guys passin… Read full post »
Moron, Imbecile, Idiot: A Taxonomy Of Tards
Scientists, specifically psychologists (I know, I said "scientists," then I talk about psychologists; I'm capricious that way), in the early part of the 20th century had way too much fucking time on their hands. They spent much of tha… Read full post »
Giving Thanks For Immigration
Dating Is For Dickheads
HGG, my girlfriend of the past nine months, released me into the wild a little while ago (it was really quite touching; she was humming "Born Free" as she opened the door of the cage) (and the fact that I employed that particular meta… Read full post »
May I Quote You?
The other night I came home and made myself what I like to call my Montague and Capulet dinner (two sandwiches, both alike in dignity...), plopped down in front of the TV and turned on Food Network. Sadly, Guy Fieri was on, so of cour… Read full post »
Ask Narcissa
Well, before we get started with this week's questions, Narcissa wishes to thank all of you who wrote in to comment on the deep, serious structural problems faced by our country that Narcissa brought up in last week's colu… Read full post »
The Empresses Of the Inner Drive
Saturday was gorgeous in Chicago, the temperature in the 70s, sunny, with that kind of limpid blue sky that mocks you with the foreknowledge that soon snowflakes will be blowing horizontally past your window on the wind out of Canada.… Read full post »
Thank You For Not (Being A Dick About) Smoking
It's been almost 25 years now since I quit smoking. Can you hear the pride in my words when I say that? It's only there because I'm better than you, if you smoke, at any rate. There's no prude like an old whore, a guy I used to know w… Read full post »
Fangs For the Memories: A Buffy Memoir
The first I knew of Buffy the Vampire Slayer was an ad I saw on the side of a Michigan Avenue bus in the early '90s. After seeing the movie, I thought it possibly the stupidest piece of shit of that year, and I did not, as I… Read full post »
My Monster
Dude(tte), I’m building a monster! No, it’s not for Halloween. God, how lame do you think I am? It’s for wreaking vengeance on my enemies. And occasionally fetching me a soft drink while I’m watching televisi… Read full post »
Now, I totally understand the cheering a few weeks ago at NRO and Fox News when they heard that the Chicago had lost the 2016 Olympics--if Barack Obama supports it, it must be bad (is that guy still President?) and anyway, who wants a… Read full post »
Fame! I'm Gonna Live...Seventy Or Eighty Years, Give Or Take
So, yesterday alone, two ridiculous non-news stories lit up the sky like a flame. (Fame!) First off, young Falcon Heene, whose family had previously appeared on a reality show called Wife Swap (a show, may I add, that I would gladly p… Read full post »
FAQ
What is this FAQ about?
It's about values, about morals, and about 650 words long. It's about the delight in a little girl's eyes when she sees a butterfly alight on a flower, and also the horror in that same little girl's eyes when I spray that butterfly… Read full post »
Losing My Religion
If you look at my birth certificate (or, Birther fucktards, my Certificate Of Live Birth, because I'm actually Kenyan), you will discover that I was not born on Miami Beach, where I grew up and lived until I was 17, but in Miami, at J… Read full post »
All right. I have to just admit it and deal with it: I need to get my house fumigated. It just became too glaringly obvious last night to ignore any more. There I was, sitting in the bathtub, when I noticed something in the wate… Read full post »
There's An App For That
You know how your life is just going along great, you've got the hot girlfriend and the fast car and the perfect apartment, you've got the job you can't even talk about with your friends because of how they just hate their jobs so muc… Read full post »
I Am Embarking On a Nationwide Killing Spree
I have some down-time coming at work, and I plan to spend it killing, maiming and playing competitive bocce ball all across this great land of ours. Oh, wait! That's ridiculous: it won't be bocce ball season for another six months. So… Read full post »
On Procrastination
I have more bad habits than an incontinent nun. My bad habits lie in wait for your bad habits and steal their lunch money. I'm sorry my bad habits took your car and crashed it; they are, as one might have previously noted, bad. Let's… Read full post »
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