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Tweet Super: (over black) The Conversation EXT. DAY — STEARNS WHARF Probably not mind-controlled, nor communing with dinosaurs, but most possibly nutty. An overcast day, mostly still with just a hint of onshore breeze. The tide is high and a south swell buffets the pilings. The sound is like small marbles rolling along . . . → Read More: The Conversation Tweet Helga loves you. GMCs (genetically modified creatures) are less known than GMOs, but are quietly becoming a reality. You may recall a news feed blurb a few whiles back, which claimed that a calf born with snakelike skin died only three days after birth. The death was apparently due to lack of . . . → Read More: Cambodian Reptile Cow Tweet The book that says it all, or at least what has been said before. I must warn you to beware when a guitar-playing Jesus shows up at your “office” and asks if things are great. (And yes, he says it like that.) He then sets a book down on your desk. It . . . → Read More: Bananas Tweet The majestic Alabama Hills, as depicted by Ansel Adams. The surreality of golfing is enough to warrant that nothing more needs to be said—unless you end up in Lone Pine. Lone Pine as a concept should have dissolved into a wispy ghost town decades ago, but it survives by the graces of . . . → Read More: Golfing Tweet In the foothills northeast of Santa Barbara sits a posh, gated community, where if you happen to be working within, you must first sign a contract, the small print of which states you must not even look at the pool once you’re on the property you’ve been assigned to. Dogs aren’t even allowed . . . → Read More: The BBQ Puker |
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