04 November 2010
A laugh track can kill the comedy. "Vimanarama" #1
03 November 2010
"A Quiet Decaf"
Anyway, I hope you'll let me say what I want to say. If you interrupt I'll probably forget the important stuff.
I know I didn't always dote on you the way you wanted. I'm getting better, though, don't you think? I guess I just realized how important you've been.
You know, the first time I kissed you I really felt as if the world became three-dimensional. Before I felt as if I were just stumbling through some weird two-dimensional realm with feeble impostors of emotions. I mean there were no bells or whistles or anything when we kissed but life just became more real, more authentic, more inevitable.
When you shyly showed me your small bedroom and your favorite pink nightie I felt like Emperor of the Universe. I was sure holy secrets had been revealed to me that afternoon when we were the only ones in your cluttered house. Were you just stroking my ego when you said I had "good hands"? I don't think so because after that day your girlfriends always wore huge smiles when they talked to me. Did you know how much they flirted? Their radiant grins seemed to whisper they knew some terrific secrets. They did - our secrets! Maybe you told them too much. A couple of them really tried to steal me. Did you know that?
Anyway, when you finally told me all you really wanted was to have my babies, I didn't realize what a compliment that was. I didn't see how much you really loved me. If I had... I don't know. Maybe I wouldn't have left. I don't know what I was looking for. Do men ever really?
If I'd known how much you adored me maybe I would have called back after you left that message about needing some advice about your new boyfriend. How was I to know you had no boyfriend? I didn't know you lived like a hermit after I left! I didn't... Jesus, Julie! Why'd you do it?!
Sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't get angry or lecture.
Do you like the roses? I tried to get a Roy G. Biv bouquet - every color of the rainbow. I thought you'd like that. Next time I'll bring some bleach or something to take care of that ugly mold on your headstone.
'Bye, Julie. See you next week.
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This is more of an idea than a story. I almost feel ashamed to post it because I spent so little time on it and I doubt if I'll ever touch it again. To make it "real" I'd probably have to turn it into a short and I should be doing other work.
I posted it because sometimes what I like the least, others like the most. It's all subjective, eh???
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*SQUAWK!!!*
Was that the right card??? "Wildcats" #1
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02 November 2010
Golden ticket? What golden ticket??? "Wonder Woman" #11
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To honor Halloween, Jenny returns from the past.
TRIAD
Boys are so silly. That's what Jenny thought as she carefully applied makeup to her round face. She thought the young woman is the mirror was pretty. Why do I have to be all angles to be beautiful? And my chest. What am I supposed to do? Put marshmallows or socks in my bra? So I don't have boobs. So what? They'll just sag when I age.
Jenny was wondering if tomorrow at school she should start speaking in a little girl voice and purring, "Tommy. What big muscles you have!" She thought Tommy liked her - or at least might like her if she could think of a way to get his attention. Should she punch herself in the mouth so she could have Jolie puffy lips? (Jenny thought Angelina's were ugly and probably man-made.)
Maybe she'd just become a lesbian. It might be easier. Women were so much better to talk to. Sometimes they even listened to what you were saying without stealing peeks at your boobs or sniffing to see if you were lubricating. Boys! Men! What goofy inventions!
She thought about scarring Tina Terrific's happy angular face by pushing her down the steep steps in front of their school but Jenny wasn't really that bold a person. "Go, team, go! Go, team, go"' That's about all Tommy's beloved Tina could say. Jeez. A concussion might actually make her smarter.
Jenny just didn't understand boys at all. They mocked her mercilessly. Even some of the girls were cruel. Sure she wasn't a fashion model but they treated her like a freak!
"This might wow them. A little teal eyeliner for my right eye. A little lime green for the left. And to be really radical... no color for the middle eye."
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(This is a hurried first draft. I might edit after I run some errands.)
P.S. I just had another example of "you think you see what you think you're going to see." I don't know how many times I reviewed and/or edited this. I just noticed I wrote "staying" instead of "saying." I shouldn't be surprised. Even pro proofreaders and editors miss mistakes. You think you see what you think you're going to see. I thought I was going to see the word "saying" so I thought I saw it. Such insights are a little scary.
Have you ever read of those experiments wherein they show people a film and ask them what color the car was? They usually get different answers... because there is no car in the film. I don't like to think much about the power of suggestion and the willingness of the masses to follow orders from "authorities."
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Unhand that lad!!!
My niece and her son.
My half-sister gave me permission to nick this pic so MM could enjoy American ghoulishness.
01 November 2010
Vile viruses invite vomiting. Away with them!!! "Witchblade/Elektra" #1
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Rodents??? No rodents in my garlic ice cream!!! "Witches" #1
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