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Toon River Anthology part 4 POPEYE THE SAILOR I played me part, see? I ate me spinach and saved me girl And helped the kiddies and told ...

the Bad Humor man First you'll hear somebody snarling, Then a clash of cacophanous bells. Frozen dill pickes and vinegarsicles Are what ...

Toon River Anthology part 3 ANNIE WARBUCKS "Daddy" made me feel loved and welcome. He even got rid of that wife of his Wh...

Toon River Anthology part 2 PHILLIP WINSLOW Dottie and I saw him in the window, A small puppy, looking helplessly at us Canting his he...

Toon River Anthology part 1 (originally from The Comics Curmudgeon ) PRIVATE BEETLE BAILEY I trembled between them. There was no escap...

Cheer up! Smile! There were so many cheery, upbeat songs in the Depression. And there were some downbeat ones as well. This is the best one ...

tiny aspirations (Picture snagged from WFMU's "Beware of the Blog") That's where it started. They sold the little record p...

morbid makeover In one of my last photo expeditions to local graveyards around West Springfield, I took pictures of photos of loved ones tha...

here's a fine how-do-you-do I've raved before about the 1970 Bell Telephone Hour recording of "The Mikado" in which Grouch...

two great tastes We all love middle English, and we all love legacy comic strips, whose creators have moved on to that great bullpen in the ...

from memory My prepared cutting for theater auditions in recent years has been a composite speech taken from various utterances of a charact...

charlie's apocalypse . [The scenario has just described a brief subliminal of Chaplin being chased around a corner by a cop as The Bomb ...

I'm pretty sure that this was written in the summer of 1971, while waiting for my friend Dave to come back to his house. I waited becaus...

While fetching a copy of FitzGerald's "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" for my iPod , I happened to distract myself with Project Gute...

glory Leonardo DaVinci writes: OF THE WAY OF REPRESENTING A BATTLE. First you must represent the smoke of artillery mingling in the air with...

My Object All Sublime In 2000, I decided that the theatre program at Christopher Newport University was a class act, and determined that,...

For Geckoman It might have been me that warned you about pocket change and batteries. When I was at McDonald, I was standing back in the pro...

Our Hero Treads Some Boards After almost two solid years, it finally happens. I got my audition at the Majestic Theater in West Springfield....

Hello, LJ Friends. Here's the post LJ won't let me put up. Last week, we took Sarah to see the Wiggles at Six Flags New England. Whe...

Yes, we all think we have a blog in us. The question is, how many? If Live Journal counts, then at least one. Go on over there to see what I...