Tag: Movies

Past Imperfect – #380

At the quilting bee, an intriguing conversation took place… Self-satisfied woman on the far right: “Girls, you are not going to believe what happened last night. I had my first orgasm!” Confused woman on the far left: “Orgasm? Isn’t that what the Japanese do when they make paper […]

Past Imperfect – #393

Note: Here’s a bit of déjà vu from a few years back… Ruby: “Do you seriously want me to wear this?” Director: “Of course I do. You are a woman on the prowl.” Ruby: “With a tail? Why would I have a tail? How many women do you […]

Past Imperfect – #452

Orson Welles, left: “Why are you staring at me like that? Can’t a guy watch a movie in peace?” Joseph Cotten, right: “Well, I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to be… attending to a self-pleasure ritual that is not quite appropriate for our establishment.” Orson: “Look, […]

Present Tense – #12

We were driving back from New Mexico when it all went to hell, very quickly. I was in the driver’s seat, as it was my “turn”. We had been tag-teaming it every few hours or so since we left Pecos, thousands of miles behind us. This was a […]

Past Imperfect – #428

Dean Stockwell, left: “Dad, what’s up with that huge book on your desk?” Ralph Richardson, center: “It doesn’t matter. What’s important is that I give this bottle of hooch to your brother.” Jason Robards, right: “Thanks, Dad! You’re pretty swell, even if your existence torments me.” Dean: “But […]

Past Imperfect – #492

Errol Flynn, far left: “I have no idea what’s going on right now. This might have something to do with the fact that I’ve been drinking since last Tuesday. It’s entirely possible that I owe somebody somewhere a lot of money for a stunning bar tab, but that’s […]

Past Imperfect – #508

Lady on the Left: “I don’t think I’m adequately prepared for what is about to happen in this short story.” Lady in the Middle: “You’re going to go there already? Give the writer a chance. He’s just trying to make a living like all the rest of us.” […]

Past Imperfect – #572

Barbara: “My goodness, Mr. Fonda, you seem to be clutching my hand with lusty intention. Was it something I said?” Henry: “Well, no. It’s not what you’re saying. It’s what you’re wearing.” Barbara: “Oh, this little number? It’s merely something I threw together at the last minute. The […]