Director: “Has anybody seen Marlon? I need him on the set.” Bitter Scriptwriter: “Why does he have to be here? My words are superb. Anybody could do this scene, assuming that they can read.” Not-bitter Production Assistant who still believed that she could bed The Brando given the […]
As I’ve often fully admitted, my mind boomerangs. I see one thing, and I’m reminded of another thing, which leads to even more things and, before I can stop the pinball, my mind-stream has taken me to a tropical island far distant from the one upon which I […]
The narrator intones in a soothing baritone, a velvet-gravel mix enhanced by aged whiskey and pungent cigars, neither of which he has ever mentioned to his physician, lest his insurance premiums go up… “Once upon a time, before the invention of video games and the Internet and Fox […]
Note: This is another Crusty Pie post where the original is a bit lackluster. So, let’s mess around with it, shall we? Original Take. Woman on the Right: “I really think highly of myself and therefore must wear this impromptu crown that I fashioned out of my […]
Hi, everybody! It’s me again, playing on Daddy’s toplap because he’s in the Food Room trying to make a breakfast burrito. He’ll be in there a while, because he makes them extra special and puts lots of stuff in them, stuff that I can barely smell before I […]
Hey, Bonnywooders. Despite the possibility that no one is really all that invested in such, it’s time for my (roughly) biennial post concerning my thoughts on the mechanics of blogging. (You can find a past example here.) I generally stay out of other folk’s blogging exploits (ergo “biennial” […]
Editor’s Note: As a companion piece to my recent paean to the mood swings of a Chinese Buffet experience, here is an older ode exemplifying the writer’s obsessive thoughts concerning a new breakfast option at a local cafeteria-style chain… 1. The fact that Luby’s even serves breakfast. […]
Jane: “I feel compelled to report an issue with my accommodations.” Hairaldo: “You look like you are compelled about a lot of things. And why is your dress stapled to your bosom?” Jane: “That’s not important. I didn’t sleep well at all last night.” Hairaldo: “Did you remember […]
Taffy fully admitted that she didn’t know a lot of things, but she was suddenly certain of this: Her man was cheating on her, once again. She snatched up the photo and stomped toward the back of the house, throwing open a door and confronting her lover. “We […]
Evan wiped away a tear, the wetness and the action long unfamiliar. “I didn’t know. How could we have been so wrong?” Maggie sighed, action familiar, constant over the years. “Because we were stupid. We wanted to blame her and we did. It was easier than blaming ourselves.” […]
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