"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
“Verner ist lonely in every part of his body” in this stirring trailer for an even more stirring film from extremely stirring 1920s German auteur/filmmaker/farmer Edelgard von Schinkenliebhaber.
Prepare to get stirred!
(Written and filmed by The Whittlers — East Bay cohorts in mini-movie mania.)
The guy next to me at this breakfast joint just said to his date in a Jack Nicholson voice that I think is really the way this guy talks
"looks to me like you're not a fan of berries."
If he sees what I'm typing I'm a dead man.
to be brought somewhere
for some larger
purpose
or to be
brought somewhere
for some larger porpoise?
Or,
what if the larger purpose
was to serve a smaller porpoise?
What then?
Here’s the trailer for an exciting new thriller. 10% more thrilling than 2012, by volume….. Tell your friends and hide your neighbors: 2013 is nigh!
My daughter finally reached the age where she slept in so long on a Saturday, I teased her with the old “oh wow, I forgot I had a second child” bit. Much more importantly, I finally reached the age where I amused myself by delivering said tease. Woohoo!
overalls are rocking out country-style tonight.
That outrageous fiddle, the toe-tapping
outrageous lady singer and Brother Jeremiah with
his bass and jaunty
fresh-brimmed derby.
You are all outrageously dressed up like
Depression era folks tonight.
Except so much
cleaner.
roomward covering
corners
carrying photos of tadpoles
large eyes and feathers and whatnot
while painting the scene with shades of
frog
hopping
feathers
sentiment
burp
Sam wanted to bob for apples on Halloween “just for fun.” Which was a relief, because I know there are some people who bob for apples competitively, and others who bob for apples professionally. And I’m just not ready for him to make either of those leaps.
Dial-a-Madlib-word. Call any day or time, say “adjective” or “number” or “person in the room” and get the goods for 10 cents a pop. 20 cents for “type of liquid.”
I know, speaking as a doting parent, I would pay $1.40 cents easy to have my children’s Madlib-word-appetite sated.
wriggle of morning thought.
Something to hold on to. To pull him out. Sharp. He bites–
Hold on! Hold on!
Tight jaw, reeling in,
line stretching, water shake. There’s a
bend and a swing.
with the whole scene
swirling past too fast then he’s
flopped over and
down onto the plankety
board bottom of the shiver boat.
Standing above himself now.
Wide awake.
Cold.