March 21, 2013
Max: a. didn’t entertain often, but when he did, oh my. b. had a long and lucrative career as a prosecuting attorney. c. originally hailed from Jupiter. d. wrote two novels, but ate them before they could be published. e. really drank a lot of coffee.
March 20, 2013
Upon a once time there dwelt in a queendom by the sea the loveliest of pinks. And she knew it, flaunted it, snobbed it endlessly up and down the strand. ‘Am I not lovely?’ she cried out to ptarmigans and flying whales cruising by in the sky. She shouted it to a huddle of distant […]
March 19, 2013
Little Red is this bud’s name. He was scheduled to be called Clarence. But that was before he wilded to flame, and his elders practiced forbearance.
March 18, 2013
The triffid scouts assemble at dawn to receive their orders. Destination? Yonder right to investigate garden borders.
March 17, 2013
Loon: The Lords of the 4th Dimension have brought here today the one, the only, St. Patrick himself for this week’s interview. Saint, are leprechauns real? St. Patrick’s ghost: Sure they are. Loon: Have you ever found or eaten a four leaf clover? St. Patrick’s ghost: I and me companions preserve me! Yes, it’s true. […]
March 16, 2013
‘…on with what I was on with,’ he spoke, ‘you should clean your teeth before ever you have anything to do with a woman.’ You see, I like it when things are bent slightly off kilter, such as is evident with this parade of words in Mr. Green’s upstairs downstairs tome, Loving.
March 15, 2013
Of course we all love feeling like happy little owls, and Albert was no exception.
March 14, 2013
Albert wore this coat: a. whenever he went to get a haircut. b. on a secret mission to Tashkent. c. when Lucky Lindy took him for a sky ride. d. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. e. because it made him feel like a happy little owl.
March 13, 2013
You should do something because of this. I don’t know what, but something. Lark about? Pirouette? Shout ‘Huzzah!’?
March 12, 2013
The resplendent toad ladled gravy into his maw with a diamond studded silver dipper veined in gold. Giles Tumbleberry despaired. Why had he been rejected? After all, hadn’t he and he alone invented the intergalactic steamboat? The toad handed the ladle to Giles and belched long and loud. Thereupon Giles flew into a rage, made […]