about 1 year ago - 1 comment
To long-time fans, new readers, and disclaimer geeks, one and all, welcome. You may ask “why” after reading this gratuitous post. Let’s suffice to say it’s because someone’s got to bring the quality of writing down around here, and I have a reputation to uphold. Granted, it’s not nearly going as low or obnoxious as
about 1 year ago - 3 comments
I looked up, and, to my shock and dismay, my ex-wife was there. “Geez,” I said, “first, no pudding at lunch and now this. What’s the matter, overdrawn at the blood bank?”
about 1 year ago - 3 comments
Obsidian. That must have been what the walls were covered with in the stairwell. The steps themselves were black granite, filled with light and dark shades of gray pebbles. They were cut square and polished to a mirror finish. The walls, also, were mirror-polished, showing warped, obscure reflections in their inky blackness. The stairwell was
about 2 years ago - 5 comments
“OK, Murray, here’s the gag. Reality show, OK? We get this nut job to put together four of the world’s favorite pop musicians, under the pretense he’s putting together a super-group. Then, when everything looks like it’s going great, POW! ZOK!” The sudden burst of ebullience and wild gesticulation made the bespectacled Murray spill coffee
about 2 years ago - No comments
Mr. Ghosh had a single galosh; he wore it right up the street. He said, “My only trouble will be if a puddle covers both of my feet.” Gruesome: I forgot a lot of facts, but I still knew some. I used to be short, but then I gruesome. A hapless old witch named Martha
about 2 years ago - No comments
Do you have what it takes to be a crossing guard? Stopping traffic… guiding pedestrians… facing down screaming death machines, hurtling their way toward your extended, white-gloved hands, when all that stands between the huddled, shuffling masses of kiddies and certain doom is you… and your whistle. We salute these Everyday Heroes… folks like Edgar
about 2 years ago - 3 comments
Just in time for your holiday revelry… The preposterously monstrous Christmas tree lounged in the corner, moored by guy wires to keep it from spilling joy all over the maple-planked floor. The band of renown (or of disrepute, depending on your view) was set up haphazardly among the lower branches. They were just getting the
about 2 years ago - 3 comments
In the year 2012, one year after Pirates VII made box office history, the first ever official School for Pirates opened in St. Augustine, Florida. Scurvy State offered a one year online degree fueled by the “all-in-one” mail order Sea Simulator 3000. While Sea Sim I and II were marketed exclusively by Tony Robbins’s 90-minute
about 2 years ago - 1 comment
A freckle-faced kid, incongruous in the city scene, dressed in ratty overalls and a faded, torn plaid shirt, holds a hand-made tree branch slingshot in his hand. He looks up, realizing he’s extended a silver-platter invitation to the wrath of the demonic dill.
about 3 years ago - 1 comment
The first few Popumentaries shows went well. These first 4 shows focused on biographies of and performances by each of the stars. Each artist was a professional, and had been through television appearances before. Stefano, of course, was a natural TV studio denizen. He conferred with the director and the lighting crew with his suggestions
