Posts Tagged ‘Susan’
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I think “China Shop Bull” would be a great name for a band.
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It’s an awful thing to worry about sounding trite. Not that one shouldn’t put some effort and though into how they speak, but worrying is silly and counter-productive. Unless your goal is to be miserable. :)
And I will be at the science fiction convention “Norwescon†in the Dealers Room all weekend (Thur-Sun), in Seatac WA, so stop by! (sadly, no Book #2 yet, I won’t have it for another couple weeks). And on Thursday and Saturday go-to-guy/author/madman Daniel Wolff will be at my table too! The hours are Thursday 4-8, Friday 11-6, Saturday 11-6, and Sunday 11-4.
Art Joke. You know, Matisse, the colorful childlike splotchy “Fauvism” which is so lovely… when done right. ;-)
We all need a little checking on, we’re all a wee bit loopy. If you don’t think you are, we’ll check on you next. :)
Susan’s two fingers lowering the cast iron pan is one of my favorite moments in the run of the strip. It’s simply so… quiet.
Sleeping restlessly on a tile floor clutching a cast-iron pan is USUALLY not the ideal solution.
Actually, Vomitoriums were Roman, and are actually stage exits, and not pukey binge-break rooms. :)
If this is true, I have one more year before somebody out there gets to send me the “I told you so” postcard.
When I used to live in the colder New England area (currently in Seattle), I recall the bleakness of mid-winter. Freezing cold out, dark at around 4:00, and it can come out as one of two things: cozy or utterly isolating.
It’s clear to everyone else but you, Bruno. Why we love you and tear our hair out at the same time.
I’m just imagining my friends felt the same way about me. Urk.
