In which the wondrous Ms. Fisher reviews the Escriva pic There Be Dragons, and I come thisclose to getting into a combox debate. Hoo!
Inspired by a comment by Mr. Webb
April 28, 2011 by at 9:45 am
Kurtz Unbound
These pitch-dark waters glisten in the sun;
As black, the sweat that falls across my gun.
“Is it time,” whispers Magobee the slave,
“To cut the anchor chain?” We note a wave
That urges us adrift. “Our journey’s done,”
I say. “This river, my lover, our grave….”
Okay, let’s try this again…
April 27, 2011 by at 7:43 am
No, seriously…
April 26, 2011 by at 1:13 pm
…I would totally love to watch a show in which the girl does one of those “slip behind a screen to change clothes during a conversation with a man” scenes wherein the screen was a cardboard image of Jeremy Irons as the Pope.
Announcement
April 25, 2011 by at 9:16 am
I have decided to make myself available for this Thursday’s NFL draft.
Official Drink of the Pentecost