Irony is when you exit the dry cleaner and a HUGE flock of birds IMMEDIATELY takes flight and poop-bombs you like you were Dresden — which could NECESSITATE A SUBSEQUENT DRY CLEANING. (I actually do need to throw my jacket in the washer now.)
This is collusion. That lady feeds the birds with a portion of her profits. I’ll bet there are rows of feeders on the roof.
Premier Magazines. I am unable to ascertain the cover artist.
This quote is often attributed online to a letter from Emily Dickinson to her sister-in-law, Catherine May Scott. But that might be apocryphal — and the felicitation might date as far back as Plato.
Ali Jane Smith gives us an excellent breakdown here at the Sydney Review of Books.
BOOM! Studios.
Is this the haunted Nail Salon & Spa? It’s even named for NYC, which is where Stephen King’s dooming eponymous hotel room tormented poor Mike Enslin.
That’s some synchronicity worthy of The Dark Tower. FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE BEAM.
EC Comics.
You KNOW how I love puns and portmanteaus, etc., etc.
Someone just called me “Nolandsman” and I am over the moon.
“The Sea of Ice.” Oil on canvas.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author