Hmmm... Maybe this person who speaks like a bad brochure would be willing to take Hanna off of our hands at Charterstone.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Monday, October 13, 2014
Over the weekend Mary persuaded Hanna to get her eyeglass prescription checked... erm, no, I mean, to stop driving. Yes, that was the logical solution to two near misses in the parking lot. But the Charterstone Menace has seen the revelatory light, and as heavenly cherubs sing praises from above, Hanna enters the world of senior shuttles and Meals on Wheels. And maybe even new glasses.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
When English professors get flummoxed, they turn to meaningless idioms. I can't criticize Ian in this case, however; true, cars do not have teeth, but teeth do not have skin. Thus, his usage is as correct as any. Wait a minute... his lips have grown so full and pouty... perhaps that is what he's referring to.
Now that we know there was no accident, we understand why Joe Giella used "SCREECH" instead of "CRASH" in Thursday's strip. But what was with the white flash that seemed to indicate impact? Perhaps it was a marshmallow blast that cushioned the blow. Perhaps it was his car's teeth skin.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
First of all, my name is Wes Andersen... similar, but not the same as Wes Anderson... so I admit there was something narcissistic about my reading this book in the first place. The authors have come up with a clever hook on which to hang their sometimes humorous, sometimes witty, frequently vulgar, and always self absorbed essays. I was disappointed as I became increasingly more aware that they weren't even sending these so-called letters to the sui generis director. Without that, the entire collection was hollow and even more insincere. Yes, their three individual voices are distinct: One smart, one sad, one vile -- but as a whole, the book is an experiment going nowhere.
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