Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Sneakers or boots?

MB

Marnie Blotch, freelance sidewalk analyst

Currently overexplaining herself in Scranton, PA

Sneakers. Boots imply you have a plan, land, or at least a place where mud is respected. I need footwear that says I may exercise, flee, or stand in line for coffee while reconsidering my values.

DR

Doyle Rusk, seasonal gravitas consultant

Allegedly headquartered near Missoula, MT

Boots. Sneakers are for people who still believe life rewards agility. Boots admit the truth: the world is wet, uneven, and waiting to make a point. Also, they make disappointment sound better on gravel.

TC

Tilda Cramp, assistant deputy of unnecessary errands

Last reported circling a mall in Paramus, NJ

Sneakers in theory, boots in public. Sneakers suggest optimism. Boots suggest I have endured weather, retail lighting, and at least one conversation about parking. At my age, credibility begins at the ankle.

Celebrity Shockers

Scarlett Johansson’s Bum Reportedly Signs Deal with American Express

4 years philmaggitti celebrity shockers

A baby curiously touching a man's face while he lies on grass.

Scarlett Johansson’s bum and American Express: the perfect fit. Ms. Johansson never leaves home without them.

Scarlett Johansson: My Life, My Card
Name . . . Scarlett Johansson

Born . . . November 22, 1984

Sign . . . gluteus maximus rising

Childhood ambition . . . to have a really great bum when I grew up

Hope for the world . . . that my bum could be cloned

Favorite music . . . anything by the Ass Ponys

Biggest challenge . . . not acting like my bum weighs a ton

Perfect day . . . when nobody hacks my iPhone account

Proudest moment . . . when my bum was featured in the opening of Lost in Translation

Greatest lesson . . . learning early on the difference between my bum and a hole in the ground

Fondest memory . . . winning Time‘s 2003 Bum of the Year award

Great disappointment . . . that my bum has never appeared on a Franklin Mint coin, yet

Most embarrassing moment . . . when my bum was cited as the inspiration for Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl”

Greatest fear . . . that I might get Assperger’s syndrome

My life is . . . more exciting than yours because I’ve got a better bum

My card is . . . American Express, you tool.

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The Pug Bus Breaking News

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Deliver It

⚡ The Department of Interior Weather requires all adults to carry a small overcast condition with them at all times. Officials described the phenomenon as “partly functional,” with scattered chances of pretending the sky is falling.

⚡ Researchers at the Center for Applied Futility report that 73 percent of household drawers contain at least one cable belonging to a device no one remembers owning. In drawers that contain more than one cable, the cables are thought to be breeding quietly behind the tape measure.

⚡ The National Council on Mild Alarms has upgraded the phrase “We need to talk” from a conversational advisory to a full-frontal emotional evacuation order. Residents are urged to remain calm, gather their dignity, and avoid replying, “About what?”

Adverse Effects

The following lines of prose cleverly disguised as poetry may induce brief clarity, misplaced certainty, and the sense that something has already been decided without your approval.

There is a moment, just before sleep,
when the mind loosens its tie
and admits what it spent all day denying.

Read It All

There is a moment, just before sleep,
when the mind loosens its tie
and admits what it spent all day denying.

You remember the thing you said—
not the words,
but the angle of them,
how they leaned slightly wrong
and stayed there.

A life is not ruined in grand gestures.
It goes soft at the edges first.
Corners round off. Standards blur.
You start calling things “fine”
that would have once kept you awake.

Which is the problem.

Because now you do sleep.

Beautifully. Efficiently.
Like someone who has made a series of
very small, very reasonable surrenders
and arranged them into a pillow.