By Fleeceman, on July 21st, 2010%
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 a glass-bottomed box. From nowhere, a . . . → Read More: The Conversation
By Fleeceman, on June 14th, 2010%
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 mother’s milk, not because it . . . → Read More: Cambodian Reptile Cow
By Fleeceman, on April 8th, 2010%
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 is self-published and entitled “Pay . . . → Read More: Bananas
By Fleeceman, on April 4th, 2010%
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 curious Los Angeles travelers in . . . → Read More: Golfing
By Fleeceman, on October 15th, 2009%
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 in your vehicle, . . . → Read More: The BBQ Puker