United Producers. I have never seen “Prison Girls” (no, seriously, I haven’t), but I found this poster online while chatting with a friend last night and now I want it. It is just too kitsch not to collect. Bucket list!
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“Be careful, when fighting muenster, that you yourself do not become the muenster.”
“Be careful, when fighting muenster, that you yourself do not become the muenster. And stare not into the brie, because the brie also stares into you.”
— Friedrich W. Cheezsche, Beyond Good and Cheezil, 1886
Neologism needed.
If a group of cows is called a herd, and a group of crows is called a murder, then a group of nerdy reading glasses is called a … syllabus?
A calculus course?
An AV club?
(If anyone gets offended by this, it’s worth noting that these are MY reading glasses. Yeah, I buy ’em in bulk. I’m HARDCORE. ALL MY SONNETS ARE *GHETTO,* YO.)
(You’ll get to Denver, at the very least.)
CAFFEINE IS A SUPERFOOD.
That is all. That is my advice for today.
Update — just try, if anyone should even touch you on the shoulder, not to FREAK THE #@$% OUT and start speaking in tongues.
(Kinda like me with my jokes, in other words …)
The Easter Bunny came to my house!
Watch it.
Don’t call ME silver-haired; I’m MORALLY GRAY, Baby.
[stalks off ambiguously]
Everything’s coming up Milhouse!
Life is … good?
It’s a nascent spring with balmy air. I love my little Southern city and my kind neighbors. My friends are the best.
I’ve lost some of that pot belly. I recovered from coronavirus. There are beautiful, amazing people in my life who enchant me and inspire me and make me laugh. I’m getting nice compliments about my writing from strangers, and I’m excited about some new goals there.
Am I in danger of becoming happy?
Holy socks, Batman!
Or … holey socks. Time to buy more.
I have no idea why I do a number on socks the way I do. Must be my cloven hooves.
Update — a pal of mine on Facebook jumped in to suggest that I have “clown hooves,” and I think that’s an inspired rejoinder.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 