High Comfort 1228

Menko 21: Viktor Vorchat

Son of Curmudgeon MMI

Praise™ for a Happy New Year

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Menko 21: Programmable Rage

Menko 21: The Rust Elemental

Antipodes of Creation

White Tiger Pareidolia

Bullet Dodged, Part II

How could a girl miss
that which she’s never had?
young Ginia had deemed

It made a dash of sense
but came off as rather sad
the notion Pipo flemed

Yet her dreams amid the glistening gems
betrayed her frosty mien

But that spark therein she could not nurture
and died, what could have been

So it’s all the same, for father and gents
to her ends, they’re just the means

BBACBL Business Case Study: “Operation: Sexpot!”

Historically, a news organisation, whilst ostensibly a business when in a free market economy, knows deep down that the currency on which they survive is trust in the public’s eyes.
  When a group of soi-disant “businessmen” decide to buy out a local media organ, one would assume due diligence would be a priority. Debts, profit and loss statements, and community reputation might be examined. A position of potential political influence might outweigh a miserable economic forecast for the business itself.
  Gentle readers, allow us, as proverbial flies on the wall, to pay witness to the strategic acumen of these businessmen as they synergise their efforts to serve the public trust whilst maintaining a viable local business...

Merion Brakewright: “Let’s get some of those pretty salesgirls and set up a table down at the food court at Furley Square Mall and have them sell subscriptions!”

Warren Letcher: “We can make them wear those short skirts they look real good in.”

Iōnnēs Elias: “Flaunt it, and they will come!”

  Thank heavens their plan never reached the execution stage. It would have brought the ritual humiliation of the sales staff to a whole new level.
  Not that they would (or ever did), but these high-minded business leaders should heed the wise words of Tiki Prime:
“Without credibility, respect is impossible.”

Kenvil Marathoners at Scott Tower

A pall of dust churned up under the dry summer sun as dozens of feet set into motion around Scott Tower. The furley youth of Kenvil were there in their entirety -- Malinconico, Scarlatti, Chuckie and Sis, and the Josefska clan.
  The makeshift footrace began soon after the noon whistle blared in the distance. Few rules applied in the kids’ spontaneous game without the hectoring of hovering parents. They simply ran in wide circles around the sandlot’s tower.
  The initial dash became a spirited trot as participants realised this was a contest not of speed or distance, but of endurance. The sound of panting and sneakers chuffing through sand carried over the nonexistant breeze. One by one the kids eventually dropped out to collapse in the weeds gasping for breath.
  The race was down to Malinconico and one of the Josefska boys, around and around, jogging side by side. The brunt of a bleary sun wrenched sweat from the two trying to keep pace with each other. No one thought anything about “hydrating” in those days, though it is certain the cool waters of the bay were on both their minds, it being a mere four blocks away from this arid parcel.
  The young men slowed to a sluggish gait, and then soon to a stagger. Step by step, each’s sight drenched and blurred as a final footfall kicked up one last cloud of dust.
  Malinconico dropped to his knees in the rasping sand. Out of breath, Josefska wordlessly raised his arm in victory and then crumpled to the ground as well.
  The Kenvil youth cheered, seemingly not for a single victor, but in acknowledgement of their entente in the spirit of communal engagement.

  “Hip hip hoorah!”

Ashy Widow Saturday

Latrodectus geometricus?

Strawberry Iceberg: New for 2022

Come Ride with Mr Rhydderch

“Look nonchalant, lads...”

“I'll give y’all a ride to the city for your show. With my mirrored shades, Hawaiian shirt, and greasy comb-over, no one will suspect I’m carrying contraband at all. And I’m only driving the most unpretentious of cars -- a modest Chrysler LeBaron T-top.”

[Of course all of the above went unsaid.]

Andres: “He looks like an extra from Miami Vice.”
Stoddard: “Or James Cole running around the PHL airport.”

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