Third Daughter’s double-portrait of her male progenitor:“Still Life with Keyboard”
“The Wreck of the Medusa, Papa and Three Culver Milk Shakes”
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Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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What’s that thing on her neck?
Churchill,
That’s actually suuposed to be me (in a shorn state) and I’m not sure but I think that’s supposed to be a double cheeseburger with bacon attached by velcro for easy access.
JOB
Thanks for telling me, but I’ve just had too much pizza.
Sounds like you need a shake or three to wash it all down…
JOB
I wouldn’t compare anything one gets in England to pizza.
hmm. I must admit that I never ate at Pizza Express when I was over there this past summer, but there was one Italian place in Oxford that made a great personal sized pie.
You’re probably right on the whole, though.
So, the drawing suggests that you’ve used a laptop computer.
I think it’s my laptop with my office computer behind it.
(My daughter drew the thing when she spent the day in the office with me due to an orthodontist’s appointment she had to attend.)
JOB
Love the Culver’s touch. No McCafe for this incident of pure gluttony.
I’ve seen what happens when JOB gets inside a Culver’s. The child is clearly repressing. This is only the palest echo of the true horror.
Will There Be Blood?
McAnything makes me quite ill.
Culvers is the ultimate antidote to cheap edible filth.
I call Culvers a sort of pagan version of the theology of the body…
Hee hee.
JOB
Is this what you are talking about
http://www.culvers.com/
Sequel: The Theology of the Butterburger.
Nice portraits. Have you lost weight?
Ha!
(I would like to direct you to Matthew’s comment above….)
JOB
These are super. I’m glad to finally find out what JOB looks like.
Nice product placement, too. Monetization anyone? This ought to be good for at least a complementary milkshake.
I’d never heard of Culver’s before. We must not have ’em hereabouts.
The coasts are not wholesome enough for Culver’s to exist there.
We get the whitebread “Culvers” and you get the strongly suggestive “In n Out.”
Kinda like Norman Rockwell’s pipe vs Mapplethorpe’s bullwhip.
JOB
Seattle and Spokane have Dick’s.
Think diary products gone wild. Of course it’s a Wisconsin brand.