Dollar Day
Clint buys his literature in bulk, but you only need one copy of SLEEPING LATE ON JUDGEMENT DAY to enjoy it. Continue reading
Clint buys his literature in bulk, but you only need one copy of SLEEPING LATE ON JUDGEMENT DAY to enjoy it. Continue reading
Apparently drinking Creamy Ranch dressing straight out of the bottle through a bendy straw is “gross”. Who knew? Continue reading
I’m in a benign mood. Enjoy it while you can. Continue reading
I’ve always had a soft spot for English eccentrics slash loonies slash raving nutters. Seems to me a good way to live your life, especially if you’re English. And mad. Continue reading
In times of moral quandary I ask myself, What Would Aunt Bee Do? And the answer always is…PIE. Butterscotch Pecan Pie. Continue reading
Yes, I like monkeys, clowns, puppets, dolls, and automata. That is because they were humankind’s first apprehension of the yawning Uncanny Valley that would soon engulf us all. And now you know. And knowing is halfway to surrender. Continue reading