December 23, 2007

Prayer Could Have Saved Her

Pinky's Little Chair is Empty (Because Pinky is in Italy)

Unless Pinky gets bored in Italy, there may not be new postings until he returns in a few weeks. (He is on a secret papal mission having something to do with dying birds.)

December 22, 2007

Neiman-Marcus Sadness

Pinky and his employer, J. Brightenbetter, went to Neiman's for their company Christmas party to see the decorations. Downstairs in the shoe department was a display where shoppers could write a wish and put it in a giant plexiglass box. (Neiman's was going to do something cuddly with all the wishes.) Pinky looked carefully in the clear box and was able to read one of the wishes. The handwriting was definitely aristocratic and female. It read: I wish I didn't have a black moustache.

December 18, 2007

Miss Love Often Puts Pinky in His Place

Excerpt from Pinky's Latest Short Story

excerpted from

Death Becomes Her

Seven Very Short Cautionary Tales to Bring Children Closer to the Buddha


The Secret and Horrible Fears of Divorced, Spinstered, or Widowed Women of a Certain Entitled Stature Contemplating Death

Every action, every thought she now made led her down an evil rabbit hole of fear. She thought about the horror of putting on her peignoir—then, putting it on, it clung and burned her flesh like flaming napalm. She feared even lifting her padded house shoe. The first step toward the grapefruit half was on frozen shards of glass, the next step found her sinking in piles of red-hot ball bearings. The next was worse. She sliced the grapefruit with her eyes closed, knowing what it was becoming--a beating heart pumping her apartment full of tepid black blood. She closed her eyes and saw her father, resplendent with twisting horns embalming her mother alive. Eyes opened and writhing snakes and giant cockroaches with the saints’ faces rained down in her garden outside the breakfast nook window. She would hold her breath and try to keep the fear away for a fleeting moment. Then gasping for air, thousands of dry, cottony moths would fly down her throat. Eyes closed, she would try no to move, only to know without looking that there was a wave of fear cresting over her head, inches from her scalp ready to break as soon as she moved even a hair--a wave of liquid fear chock full of bloody teeth with their roots still pulsating--a wave with the sound of millions of feeble, aged hips snapping in unison--a wave of bloody lingerie filled with the pulpy remains every miscarriage ever suffered in Earth’s short tenure.
Now, children, use you imagination for a few minutes and think about what else could be in that soup of hideousness washing over Shermanora…Every disgusting, unfathomable fear found its way into this abominable recipe. What could any of us do against the unstoppable force of such terror? It is absolutely unimaginable. This hurricane of revulsion powered by the winds of Shermanora’s Fear washed away all time and place. Whether she actually died (which we can only assume she did) was irrelevant for her. She was swept away, pulled under, spit out, tied down, dismembered, and confronted with every unspeakable ghastly deed and apparition her Fear could possibly conjure up. We imagine a vast putrid ocean of gristle and slime with Shermanora, infinitesimally small, sometimes floating, sometimes pulled under into the dark, wet awfulness. Endlessly deep. Endlessly cruel. With ever increasing horrors spiraling up from the coagulated depths to nibble on Shermanora’s peignoir hem for eternity.

Taxonomy Lesson

The Mind of Pinky

If you take out the giraffes, the branches, the birds, trees, and telephone poles and wire (and maybe the clouds), you would have a pretty good idea of the mind of Pinky Diablo 99% of the time.


Pinky has a Secret Cabinet at the Zoo

Nadine's Avian Nemisis Nadine

Nadine's mother bought little Nadine a budgie. Then she refused to let Nadine have anything to do with it. She named it Nadine and made it little clothes. (Little human Nadine only had hand-me-downs.) After a few months, Nadine's mother only spoke to Parakeet Nadine and not to Daughter Nadine. When it died, she had a huge funeral and spent all of Nadine's college fund on it. Now, every time Nadine sees a bird, she wants to choke the bird shit out of it.

December 14, 2007

Visit the New Pinky Diablo Toddler Museum

Diablo Inc. has recently opened the doors to the new 54 million dollar museum honoring the life of Pinky D from age 2 to 5. Pinky was a well-known bully whom the neighborhood children called Mr. Moto. Here is the shoe Pinky used to kick their little asses.

Did You Doubt That Pinky Could Draw Animals?

Every day in his lunch break, he draws an animal at the zoo. This one took 4 days.