In this unsubtle bit of staging, the melodramatic lighting director helps the slower members of the audience understand who they should support in this situation. The Bad Guy is the evil man in the shadows who is clearly intent on causing dismay for people who aren’t paying attention. […]
Here we go again, folks, with another opportunity for you to seize the moment and interpret the goings-on in a random photo. In this particular case, I thought it would be festive to attempt a simulation of what I go through when I create all those “Past Imperfect” […]
Prison Matron, left: “Now, Dottie, is this really a proper way for you to behave?” Dottie: “I don’t care! I’m sick to death of you bringing me the same lousy food on the same lousy tray ever y day.” Matron: “Well, Dottie, I didn’t actually make the lousy […]
Marlon, inner voice: “Why do I insist on bringing my wife to these staff meetings?” Elizabeth, outer voice: “Where the hell is my vodka gimlet? I ordered one an hour ago.” Marlon, outer voice: “Honey, let’s hold off a bit. I don’t know who you ordered from, but […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Once we sedated the cat, Terry got on the horn with this plumber guy that we have worked with in the past. It had only been small jobs, like replacing the washers in the shower head or fixing […]
Since the Manor at Bonnywood is currently in the midst of the third (and final?) wave of family visits this month, I’m a bit pinched on the personal blogging time, so let’s revisit a story series from the past, shall we? Enjoy. As the experts say, in […]
Kim: “Now, Marlon, let’s not jump to conclusions here.” Marlon: “How can I not jump? I come home from a hard day’s work of looking sexy as hell on the streets of New Orleans and I find this!” Kim: “It’s not what you think.” Marlon: “Well, I think […]
Note: After a full week of fresh posts, I’m taking a break and pulling this bit out of the archives and merely updating the title. Enjoy. Again. 1. Thelma and Bleu Cheese An unhappily-married woman gets fed up with, well, everything, so she hops in a car […]
Theresa, left: “You could have told me that the window was open. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have slapped my lover and he wouldn’t have fallen out of it.” Barbara, right: “That’s your own personal issue. I have problems of my own. Like this damn skirt […]
So many things I could say. So many things that I shouldn’t… Previously shared in “Crusty Pie”.
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