Meanwhile, the common “air” of the proletariat remains unfreshed.
This post was brought to you by a gnawing hatred of superfluous E’s.
In a meeting today, in the middle of a indecipherable rant from Our Frenchy Face, I looked down at the napkin in front of her and noticed that she had skillfully (compulsively?) transformed a simple piece of Halloween Candy into a compelling piece of somewhat unsettling art. Three pieces of evidence below, including pointy-eared profile. Coin included for scale.
Another well-executed piece of ballpointpen-iti from down there in the subway.
Make an “unusually animated” showing last night, and not sure how to follow up? Insult someone and looking for a modern mea culpa? Feel like that that zinger or come-hither would be better delivered by a illustrated e-card?
Here you go, kid. Knock yourself out:
(p.s. Welcome to the categories, Resources.)
Snapped!
Susan S. and her main life partner Tim Robbins enjoying the rock and roll on Randalls Island.
Please to note:
1) her tremendous rack
2) his stickin-out Buddha belly, and
(you can’t see this here but trust me on this one)
3) the concealed flask they were both sippin’ on throughout the show.
(Que rock y roll, non?)
It’s official: I’m a total Sarandonista.
Have you sat, alone and confused, wishing that someone would finally use the medium of oil ‘n’ canvas to bring together your love of butterflies and emus?
You over that now?
Brightening mornings with his heroic fiscal solvency.
All’s I did is take out the garbage. And jebus marked me with a rusty nail.
(Let’s hope I don’t get lockjaw.)
