Oblivio: Stories and such by Michael Barrish

Sunday night C went to a screening of experimental films from the early ’70s in the “structuralist, minimalist” vein (I think I got that right). “Flicker” was 30 minutes of a flickering screen, white and black alternating. Instead of walking out, which is what she wanted to do, she put her coat over her head so she could stay and see the films that followed.

You are a good boyfriend. I would not have gone to an Eve Enstler play. Then again I didn’t have the previous positive Eve Enstler experience to go on. I never would have to gone to that either. I assume a girl brought you. Lest you think I don’t like anything girly, I misted up during the Girlmore Girls last night, and right now I’m watching America’s Next Top Model.

Misting up during the Gilmore Girls should be mentioned in your next online profile.

Negatory. I can’t clue women in to how emotionally malleable I am!

Perhaps you could juxtapose this with something manly and emotionally imposing. All I know is that Gilmore Girls misting, once revealed, is going to get you a lot of tail.

I’m a teacher and today in class one of my students was crawling around on all fours, so I was like what the hell and started to crawl around with him. Then after a while I said, knowing he wouldn’t understand me cause he doesn’t speak English (which is what I’m supposed to be teaching him), “Man this is a waste of time, so if you don’t do or say something interesting then it’s back to the flashcards for you, mister.” Right then he froze, turned his head ever so slowly toward me and said, “Eat pooh.” He’s four years old.