Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

At least this is a happily ever after story (then again, it’s only been a few months). Not to say there weren’t bumps and trials before the nuptials.

Families, then and now, now and then…oh, hell, I can’t keep track of who’s going when what. I guess that it helps that I don’t really care, and that it helps to “jog” those treasured old memories.

“The course of true love like and easiness to being around never did run smooth.” There are doubts, and family issues, and even, in spite of one’s best attempts to suppress them in the middle of the night by keeping one’s hands firmly at one’s sides and thinking about puppies and rainbows and depreciation schedules, dark fantasies of Others…

Our premiere feature, now showing at the Dingo Megagoogleplex Theatre, a ripping yarn of adventure and intrigue on the high seas…

Two interesting notes while I was putting this together.

1. I learned what “peg boy” means. (I should’ve guessed, considering Dingo mentioned it.)

2. See the guy just above the left hand of the Captain? I met him! He’s a docent for the San Diego Maritime Museam and sailor on the S.S. California, docked there.

When something is…special…you feel the need to exalt it. To praise it. To put it on a pedestal.

And then whack it with a skillet!

With all the commentary on Mark Trail’s mighty, mighty Fists of Justice, punching out bad guys left and right (I think it’s mostly a right), it seemed only fitting that there ought to be something for the ladies.

That’s no Warhol, but them, I’m no art critic.