"Rough Draft of Kavalier and Klay"
I wonder if Michael would dish, for enough ginger cake...
Nah. Probably not. I might, but I doubt he would.
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"Rough Draft of Kavalier and Klay"
I wonder if Michael would dish, for enough ginger cake...
Nah. Probably not. I might, but I doubt he would.
"Why did we just get a cake the size of my head? Somebody must want something."
Oh shiny! New thread! Aaaaand, this is probably my token post until the week after next.
Why did we just get a cake the size of my head? Somebody must want something."
"Give me your Pulitzer, Dishy Comics Boy, or I put sliced cucumbers in the ginger cake!"
"Oh, Ms. G, I think you're trying to seduce me."(Was gonna go with "Tell me what I want to know or Mr. Fett gets it, but Ben Braddock set my BJG button...it seemed appropriate. They're gonna cut open my brain and find nothing but stand-up, Motown, and The Graduate, I swear.)
And then you can write a whole new mystery about it. Ayelet can murder me with a stockpot, or something...
Dude, y'all are in a bracket enough to be a L&O. Briscoe:Bad review? She should have just stuck to Cliff's Notes, like me. Of course, I love that part of the Homicide book where Detective Landsman asks the eager rookie if they have found the pogo stick he believes is the murder weapon...the streets of Balmer won't be safe unless he does...it's all very funny, till the kid tries to look for it. Hope he never made detective!
erika, you know what? I can still name my favourite bit in Simon's original book. It was when the two homicide cops are off duty, and one of them is seriously thinking about quitting, and the other one is trying to talk him out of it. And they're parked on a side street, away from the station, and they realise this kid is casing them, scoping them about, thinking about robbing them and stealing the car. So one of the cops, exasperated, gets out of the car, stalks up to the dumbfounded kid, flashes his badge, and snaps "We're police. Go rob someone else."
I hurt myself suppressing outraged whimpers of joy over that one.
I know! "We're fat old white guys. That's all they see. A mark."
"I'm not old. Speak for yourself."
So FG.
Oh, I had to share this -- for erika's delectation, and others' amusement.
It's the story of whose face is used on the standard NYPD/Homeland Security target, when people practice shooting at gun ranges. (Hint: they call up Ernest Borgnine on page 2.) Registration required.
There's a drabble topic in there somewhere, but only if everyone can bear to drabble about jowly, puffy men in ugly track suits.