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 September 7th, 2008%
A basic guitar.
The first time we crossed paths the Euros seemed perfectly normal. The dude, a skinny, shaved-headed individual tugging on a cigarette, and the girl, sitting there quietly on her towel, both feigned interest in our dogs—asking the typical ‘what kind?’ ‘how old?’ and ‘what’s her name?’
Perfectly normal.
On the way back . . . → Read More: The Guitar Dude
By Fleeceman, on September 5th, 2008%
Perhaps you’ll all be absurdly pleased to know that everything is working again. It seems I had a poorly written permalink code in my WP admin.
Yep. That’s why I asked for help from the people who know about those things, because finding that code and fixing it myself would have been the equivalent of extracting bone . . . → Read More: The Return of Gaia