Pit Stop.
May 9, 2008
Edgar asked to be buried between Augie Podgórny
and the Feuerbachs. “You’ve got your snorkel and
a peppermint”, said Virgil, swatting a clod with his shovel,
“we’ll be back for you on Thursday”.
~*~
A Column Inch
T’was a dark and stormy night, and all the ghouls were creeping… Small tales from the Dark Side. Almost fresh every Friday.
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May 9, 2008 at 12:50 pm
I’m trying really hard not to think about “underground movements”.
May 9, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Now you’ve got me thinking about Beethoven’s “last movement”… thanks. Thanks a lot.
May 9, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Mrs B, you make me weep with delight! However, I am also weeping with sadness… what happened to your old layout? I miss it!! Noooo! Bring it back from the dead!
May 9, 2008 at 2:41 pm
NO! Is it…? It is! Where the HELL have you been, woman? Don’t they have The Internets in the World of High Finance?
Pfft, that old thing? The layout was So Last Year, dear – sometimes you’ve just got to Swing With The Times. Roll with The… Hearse…
Fine. I’ll tinker with the CSS again one of these days, possibly bring back a little doom and gloom. Possibly. I’d have to run it past Mother first, of course.
It’s good to have you back, dear. We may have *mumble* missed *mumble* you.
May 9, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Edgar is such a dirty boy… now more than ever…
May 9, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Please. This is a family website.
May 9, 2008 at 7:14 pm
Aw. I love Edgar. Kind of reminds me of Tim Burton in the most beautiful of ways.
May 10, 2008 at 9:40 am
Mother says she’ll swap him for a microwave.
May 12, 2008 at 2:07 pm
I’ve been swatting clods too, but they just won’t stay down.
May 13, 2008 at 9:47 am
Hahaha! No microwave I’m afraid but I’ve got an old blender I’m not using right now.
May 13, 2008 at 5:19 pm
Windle Poons would be so proud ;)
May 14, 2008 at 3:16 pm
Dolce: I’ve been dying to flatten a couple around here, but, alas… another Restraining Order.
Mandy: So much neater than a chainsaw. We’ll drop him off on Friday.
Parenthesis: May he eventually rest in peace, dear.
May 23, 2008 at 9:57 pm
Alas I am a corporate hostage, bound to the call of the wild blackberry, and little time for blowing my hair, nose and, uh, let’s call him bubbles.
May 28, 2008 at 5:50 pm
Sadly, I know what you mean, dear – this empire doesn’t just run itself, you know.