WET YET? While some pooches frolic, others must wait their turn for a dip at Jackie Onassis Memorial Dog Pool in Clinkerton on Sunday.
On this shoot I had to really get in and out on account of the Nikka heating up like a sonuvagun. Dogs are a favorite subject of mine, so it was worth a drive way out to Clinkerton even knowing the sun would be out and my gear would cook.
I think it’s smart they only allow so many dogs in the pool at once. You know? It teaches them patience, and to appreciate what they’ve got.
TANKS FOR NOTHING. The sudden appearance of a parade detachment of the 5th Separate Heavy Tank Brigade in Moscow startles comrade cat — moments before puss might have pounced on this frightened starling with sprained right wing (blur, left bottom corner).
Now this one, you picked a good one; this is one my uncle Walt shot when he was over to the War. He passed, oh, I’d recollect it was ’80, ’81. Bum ticker. He was up to the studio riggin’ keylight for a Turkish Angora client, when he just keeled over, stone cold.
It’s like they say: carpe diem, man.
CATTERSBY JUNCTION—Seven months after discovering a bleached paper cotton candy “stick” within a trash barrel at the exit of 2011’s Crittersback Fair, the Gazette still seeks to learn the identity of the stick’s owner.
According to Wilmington, Del.,-based Tootsie Sweetened, which would have sold the product along with an available menu of caramel apples and fruit-flavored crushed ice “cones,” such information remains proprietary.
“With respect to confection quality and customer privacy, Tootsie Sweetened remains the proud industry leader,” parroted Chad Royce, now 18, the fair’s cotton candy booth supervisor and an effeminate Crittersback High School senior.
SUNNY SKIES According to the occupant, daylight filled the room 24 consecutive days, alternating with its absence in night, when moon and stars prevail. Also nightly, the room's occupant makes use of five privacy shades to screen against streetlights.
SCENTS AND SENSIBILITY The occupant reported a sharp disinfectant odor from the common area. Experts confirmed Dale keeps a clean, orderly house. No injuries were reported.
TREE-MENDOUS! From his room, the occupant has an unobstructed view of his house at 30 School St., particularly the yard, where the trees he planted in 2002 have their backs to him.
Azaralor, duke-templar of the clan Suncore-Sword, and a sour dragon even by dragon standards, steamed up to sleep last Thursday in his usual lumpy-cuddly nest of human-warrior bones, and lay there, fuming. It had been a sour Thursday, even by Azaralor’s standards, and he looked forward even less to Friday.
His thousands of jade scales, each as large (and twice as hard) as a knight's shield, flowed smoothly with his ancient river weight as he clattered this way and that, trying to relax. Harsh yellow light from his reptile eyes lit the chamber.
“Women,” he muttered.
YOU KNOW ETHEL (PILOT) In her "Lucy" spin-off debut, Ethel (Vivian Vance) has a scheme to carefully save up for a hat; Fred (William Frawley) naps with the radio on.
Yeah, I seen it. I was diggin’ ditch over to old Mrs. Trumbull’s apartment up there, set back to the Mertzes, fer sump. (Tillie gets her linen closet wetter’n a bitch come spring, on account’a them Army Corpse fellers ain’t never heard a’ riprap.) Anyhow, the Gen’ral, she come screamin’ up over the chesterfield, real purty, you know; only this time they rolled ‘er. Gas spread fast. Aw, hell.
TONIGHT: Alex (Judd Hirsch) has mixed emotions after hoodlums shove Louie (Danny DeVito) headfirst into the garage's coffee machine; Tony (Tony Danza) moonlights as a bus driver.
That little monster in the cage, the dispatcher, I didn't mind. I turned in my fares and he left me alone. You know what I hated? They had this clique there at Sunshine. You could never break into it. They’d sit there right in the middle of the garage, playin’ cards, shootin’ the shit. Reiger and them. Nardo. The whole garage had to revolve around them. There or at Mario's. So fulla themselves.
THURSDAY: Miss Crabtree suspects a rumble is afoot when Spanky accidentally submits his war plan as his English theme.
FRIDAY: The Rascals respond to a distress call from an alien tenement—and stumble into a Jet ambush.
SATURDAY: The Rascals mount a pageant as a front for trade in stolen ice; desperate Froggy seeks Jet allies.
SUNDAY: The Rascals rat out Darla after she double-crosses them on a heist; Froggy fights for life after a hansom cab trampling.
NEXT MONDAY: Buckwheat, Spanky hide stolen ice uptime, but the boys go missing after water shorts out the portal's vacuum tubes.