Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    
eimaraners on a leash, or they will get a c-
  

    
old nose in the you-know-where. In the meantime, the neighbors next d-
  

    
elivered a brand new computer to our house.  It was loaded, but my
favorite f-
  

    
eline decided it was his toy, and played a vigorous game of Catch the
Mo-
  

    
nitor-As-It-Crashes-To-The-Floor, which prompted the neighbors to s-
  

    
ell their Enron stock just in time, which, as the weeks passed, made
them realize how g-
  

    
ood they had it back in the days that there was a c-
  

    
at named Socks in the White House.  Too bad B-
  

    
ite-Me isn't fun to play any more. All of the hip people have switched to d-
  

    
ormitory living because they love the f-
  

    
ajitas.  But they aren't really fajitas -- I found a recipe on the internets t-
  

    
hat claims to be for fajitas, but real fajitas aren't made with roasted r-
  

    
atshit.    Boiled is more authentic and m-
  

    
uy delicioso. And I always top my fajitas with grated ch-
  

    
apstick, SPF 30, to protect myself from ul-
  

    
timate meltdown if I get one of those Thai fajitas with the bitsy
little red pe-
  

    
tunias on top.  You're not supposed to eat the flowers, are you?  Po-
  

    
peye only ate the leaves, and what's good enough for him is good
enough for m-
  

    
arsupials and marmots. That's what he thought, anyway.

Not everyone agreed. Some said that the leaves would po-
  

    
opulate the endangered rainforest if people would just l-
  

    
oaf around instead of driving their SU-
  

    
N-POWERED CABLE MODEMS so hard that it caused a power overload that blew up
their computers. Others claimed it was the ca-
  

    
lifornia roll with extra-hot wasabi and radioactive tobiko on the out-
  

    
board motor, or was it a pontoon boat after all? Pasting a "For Sale" sign
o-
  

    
over your brother's Corvette and leaving the keys in the ignition c-