Joboo « My Diseased Mind

What’s That Lassie? Joboo’s in Trouble?

A lot of people ask me about my process. Ok, that’s a dirty lie; nobody asks me about my process. Hell, I don’t even know a lot of people. But humor me, ok? Otherwise I’ll just make these paragraphs longer.

Anyway, about my process. I generally try to post at least [...]

Taking crack one step further.

As I was taking my stroll along the digital yellow brick road that is the internet the other day, I stumbled upon a story that caught my attention. That was the purpose of my mental stroll so I wasn’t shocked, but I still feel compelled to share. It was Time Magazines top 10 oddball stories [...]

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I do not have TV in my home. Normally that statement gets a reaction along the line of ‘How do you live without TV?’ Very well thank you. Let me explain. We have televisions for watching our extensive DVD & video collection. But no cable, no DirectTV, no Dish Network, & not even an antennae. [...]

Fridays With Joboo

Thanks to the resounding success of my first post(thanks Russ), M has asked me to give you all a regular dose of my own private dementia. And so in the tradition of, yet not quite exactly unlike, Tuesdays with Morrie,I give you Fridays With Joboo. Except that instead of a wise old man, [...]

Hi. My name is…

They call me Joboo. Why? I have no idea. I in no way resemble (either physically, mentally, or spiritually) the fake voodoo god from the movie Major League. I don’t drink rum, I don’t smoke, & I’m married so I don’t need any hats for my bat if you know what I mean. I’m OK [...]

I’m Told This Isn’t Gay

Today’s conversation came about as a result of this news story:

Joboo says:
Holy crap! One of the Wachowski brothers had a sex change! That’s awesome.

M says:
Dude!

M says:
I’m looking for pictures now.

Joboo says:
He got hooked up with a dominatrix in LA, so now not only did he have a sex change. He’s a freaking [...]

Point/Counterpoint With Joboo

Unedited, typos and all:

Joboo says:
Although some may argue that throwing it across your shoulder is putting it a little to close to the mouth.

M says
I hate to ruin anyone’s opinion of me, but if I could get it to my mouth, I would. That doesn’t make me gay; it makes me lucky.

M says
Oh sure, [...]

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