September 30, 2012
Loon: Today I’m pleased to announce they’ve brought me for the 3 Question Interview a writer named Burt Monokat … Huh? … Oh, it’s what? … Kurt Vonnegut? Okay, whatever. Anyway, Mr. Vonnegut, here’s my first question for you. Boxers or briefs? Vonnegut’s Ghost: Depends. Loon: Diapers? You wore diapers? Vonnegut’s Ghost: No, no. Whether […]
September 29, 2012
No one saw the brief flare in the star named Argos; it would be years before astronomers would connect the Day of Pain with the End of Worthing. An alluring sentence in the first paragraph of The Worthing Saga
September 28, 2012
Little did L.A. wrestling aficionados in the 1940s know that the true identity of The Masked Haystack was Sydney Greenstreet. The Haystack (Sydney) was a pioneer in grabbing the microphone and ranting about pencilnecks.
September 27, 2012
When not appearing in motion pictures, Sydney: a. was a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan newspaper. b. played second flute in the Cincinnati Symphony. c. wrestled professionally as The Masked Haystack. d. retired underground to his mole house. e. fretted.
September 26, 2012
Steppenwolf’s Harmonica a poem filtered through 14 laminated grains * Sometimes I jump up and down shouting, “Rice!” It frightens the birds and scatters the mice. Why do I do this? I know it’s not nice. Oh well, time to roll about screaming, “Think twice!”
September 25, 2012
tiger tiger burning bright are you near though out of sight waiting for me to step through that feeble curtain of bamboo hope not
September 24, 2012
Loon: Finally! They brought me somebody worth my time for this week’s 3 question interview. It’s none other than Walt Disney, and boy, do I have some things I’ve wanted cleared up about the whole Disney thing. Welcome, Walt, and getting right down to business, is it true you had a guy calling himself Ub […]
September 23, 2012
In the shadow of the dragon pretty flowers grow how they got so pretty only the shadow knows
September 22, 2012
Broken images exploded softly in Carl’s head, and he was moving out of himself in a silent swoop. One of the more demure sentences in Burrough’s lighthearted romp through a world of drug addicts and brutal orgasms.
September 21, 2012
Let me put it this way. All of the lighting assistant’s hospital bills were paid graciously by Erich.
