March 31, 2010
“Anger is often the mask of shame,” said the learned frog to the empty shampoo bottle. “But desire is the quotient of temptation over the availability of a parking space,” responded the bottle. “Nevertheless, shut up,” commented the frog.
March 29, 2010
The loon ventured off the mountain for the weekend and saw this.
March 27, 2010
‘It would be impossible to stoop all about the cellar picking up the vagrant pieces that had flown away, even if the blow of the shovel against the furnace had not temporarily paralyzed your hand and caused you to devote your entire attention to the coining of new and descriptive pictures.’ This fine sentence takes […]
March 26, 2010
“One more ad lib like that and you’re out of the act.”
March 25, 2010
The loon and the son of the loon acted in cahoots to produce the following blurb for the upcoming e-book, Bekka of Thorns. On the world of Boad, Bekka and Karro of Thorns, a pair of young hedge-dwellers, dare to leave the tunnels and bowers of home to seek adventure in the Woeful Wanderers’ Wasteland. […]
March 24, 2010
This is a sample of Mother Nature’s work from last year. The loon somewhat impatiently awaits the unveiling of her inspirations for this year.
March 23, 2010
If William Shakespeare were alive today, he would be: a. selling radioactive Bibles. b. lead singer for the angry rock band, Knot Tubies. c. Sarah Palin’s #1 fan. d. extremely elderly. e. a sniper.
March 22, 2010
‘A woman’s scream rose above the bedlam and suddenly a lovely, dark-haired girl was in Walter Mitty’s arms.’ Need I say more about ‘The Secret Life of Walter Mitty’ by James Thurber? pocketa, pocketa, pocketa, perhaps.
March 21, 2010
We dug holes to sleep in at night. The sun baked our heads in daytime, such was so, even as we walked on icy crunch gravel. I decided to weave a sun blocker hat from the tough fibrous gray tufts of grass. Thus did the brightness bother me so. I pictured in my mind the […]