A mediocre Samhain edition of the Sunday Evening Post
It’s alright if some things come out wrong. We’ll sing a happy song, and you can sing along…
A cautionary tale about idle hands.
Write it down, or it’s not science, it’s just screwing around.
Black shirts? Brick wall? Yes, and? Can’t fail!
There are no small parts. Actually, every part is enormous. Too large, really. God, help us, the parts are taking over the city! THEY’VE DESTROYED TOKYO!!!
The continuing account of My Best Attempts at Art.
Easily Startled and Ready To Sparkle!
Remember Theatre? Performing for groups, all in the same room? Pepperidge Farm remembers!
I’ve basically been eating, breathing, sleeping and dreaming Simpsons my entire life, so the marathon has just been a reaffirmation of everything I love about it. I’ve been regarding the […]