Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
I think when I go to bed tonight, I will close my eyes & imagine an infinite number of lemurs skating around a lemniscate.
You might say, But Paul! Are they rollerskating or ice skating? And I would answer, because there are an infinite number of them, they are both rollerskating AND ice skating. AND roller skating on ice. JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN.
Oh, in case you were wondering, today it’s 56 degrees F in Bethlehem (not Pennsylvania; THE Bethlehem) and hazy. It’s going to get down to 43 degrees overnight, so if anyone has any kids sleeping in the manger, made sure they have enough swaddling clothes.
Local news reporting that to the north, “it’s snowing to beat the band.”
See, this is why I never joined the band. Too much worrying; too much looking over your shoulder, just waiting for someone to come along and start hitting you for no good reason at all.
It’s like being a gunslinger, except with musical instruments and a musical score.
I am now tempted to write a story about a hard-boiled detective who used to be a musician. He’s got scores to settle.
OK. How about a version of A Christmas Carol where Scrooge is played by the Grinch, and SET ON BOARD THE TITANIC?
I think AMC missed out on a real opportunity when they did not do a Walking Dead version of A Christmas Carol, with the three spirits played by zombies.
Fleshing out (so to speak) the concept further, would Christmas Past be a newly infected zombie, Christmas Present one that was well along, and Christmas Yet To Come one of the really ripe, falling-apart zombies?
I am announcing my new invention: the inverted Christmas tree, where I mount my Christmas tree at a negative angle to the base plane. That should pose an interesting challenge to the cats. First I need to drill holes in the base so I can mount it from the ceiling. There will be a small problem with watering the tree, of course.
Oh, you’re laughing now, but just wait. By next Christmas, all the cool kids will have upside-down Christmas trees. By the Christmas after that, there will be incessant TV commercials for my inverted Christmas tree base, and I’ll be on a tropical beach somewhere drinking margaritas with the inventor of the upside-down tomato planter.
I am going to write a story about a Moebius stripper. Just when you think she’s finished her routine, you realize that she’s just started.
He walks unnoticed in a crowd, as he struggles desperately with the overpowering urge to help his fellow man. He is…
THE PHILANTHROPIST.
Coming soon to a movie theatre near you.
After watching Turner Classic Movies, I am inspired to work on a movie script:
A boy comes to suspect that his madcap aunt is behind a series of unfortunate ‘accidents’ that seem to follow her wherever she goes.
AUNTIE MAIM
If I had an evil twin, he would start out by trying to convince me that I was the evil twin.