Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
I love the image that the National Weather Service uses on the daily forecast when it gets really bitchass cold outside, like zero-y, single-digity, wind chills below zero type cold. They put this picture up, with a single word: COLD.
Harbinger of doom, but a very cool thumbnail (enlarged here) with so much potential packed into it (character, action, setting...) I hate seeing it, but I also love seeing it.
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Thursday, January 4, 2018
Monday, January 1, 2018
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Saturday, December 2, 2017
In this week's installment, Beverly loses a pearl earring when she dusts a little too vigorously after being spurred on by that new rock and roll seeping out of Junior's bedroom.
When Beverly's husband Fred, who is disapproving of Junior's "crazy noise", asks about the missing earring at the dinner table, Beverly explains it away by laying the blame on her inhospitable and extra-thick ear lobes. But when Junior fires up his record machine after supper, Beverly, who is fixing dessert, once again begins to shimmy and shake, and watches helplessly as her second earring falls deep into the topping of her coconut cream pie. As Fred digs into the pie, Beverly attempts to distract him and retrieve the earring before he chokes on it. Hilarity ensues!
Tune in next week as Beverly befriends a new neighbor, who demonstrates a dusting polish that leaves Beverly feeling high.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
Nothing, that I can see.
Here's what's right:
Iggy and Waits in a booth. I MEAN....
Sturdy-looking coffee cups
Smoking. Inside. (note the accomodatin' ashtray)
Mustard and ketchup in squeeze bottles. (Making me so hungry for fries right now.)
Table is checked not in the traditional gingham but in a hypnotic, nearly Escher-like fashion.
Christmas lights strung up, with those fat, old bulbs that burn hotter than a mother.
Oh, here's what's wrong. I found it: I'm not there, joining the conversation! (The one from my imagination. Not the one in the movie.)