August 21, 2012
For the general populace, Total Recall. For the senior citizen: PARTIAL RECALL For the general populace, Apocalypse Now. For the senior citizen: APOCALYPSE TOMORROW MAYBE For the general populace, Dinner at 8. For the senior citizen: DINNER AT 5:30 For the general populace, D.W. Griffith’s Intolerance. For the senior citizen: D.W. GRIFFITH’S INCONTINENCE
August 20, 2012
The Chapter Three Snowman sidles his sinister way into Chapter Five. He works along the corridor and slips through the door into the maintenance engineer’s closet. All right, janitor’s. There, I’ve said it, and I’m not sorry. The snowman empties the ammonia jug of ammonia, not a big surprise, and fills it instead with talcum […]
August 19, 2012
A triffid listening device going about its business in a pretty obvious manner.
August 18, 2012
Andrew Harlan stepped into the kettle. This first sentence of The End of Eternity in a blind taste test could logically be identified as something from James Thurber or some other comically bent writer.
August 17, 2012
Peggy Ann would have cut off her right arm before she gave away Gertie, her pet elephant. So it’s not that. However, she had no problem with aiding and abetting Gertie in the wrenching out of the ground a Brooklyn sapling some four inches in diameter and ten feet in height and presenting it to […]
August 16, 2012
After completing A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Peggy gave Joan Blondell: a. her weight in emeralds. b. a tame elephant. c. a daffodil. d. 2 soiled doves. e. a tree wrenched from the soil of Brooklyn.
August 14, 2012
My name is Edward Lill. I live on a window sill. When you pass me by don’t attract my eye. I’ll burst into tears, I will.
August 13, 2012
1.She moved across the room like a peeled avocado. 2. She looked like she could dismantle a battleship with her teeth. 3. He eyed me funny, so I bent his turban. 4. When I introduced his jaw to my fist, he made a face first inspection of the cheap carpeting.
August 12, 2012
Following a rigorous training session in preparation for the upcoming invasion, this double blossom triffid sweats like a son of a gun. Later, the full phalanx will feast on venison before attending the nighttime strategy meetings.