Sunday, December 24, 2017

"...hotplate"


Tonight I'm waiting up for Jesus to come out of my radiator. He'll fix my leaky bathroom. Then cook me a nice meal of lamb curry while singing swell Blondie oldies. Eh,...that's what happens right?

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Actually it’s Mithras and his friendly goblins bringing cocoa spiked with really great gin. Picture David Bowie surrounded by Brian Froud muppets like in that old fantasy flick “Labyrinth”. But it’s true, they *will* fix your plumbing, plus the curry & great old pop hits. They might even make the heat run all night, too.

Z

Anonymous said...

While you're waiting, sit back and have a Budweiser delivered by Ganymede as in this Budweiser label of yore:

https://s15-us2.ixquick.com/cgi-bin/serveimage?url=https:%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F5nZKDEa.jpg&sp=3ba4f057a589f4540043b98b9fb15c14

Anonymous said...

Thanks for that. It’s the very height of American illustration! There should be a Maxfield Parrish version.

Z

uncle1950uncle said...

Besides everything else my research tell me that currently.
At least as a culture.
"That Tribe that loves Boys" are extinct.
Though individual specimens randomly scattered still for now persist.
For them the new Dark Ages have been in effect for some time. Perhaps decades.

Anonymous said...

Never quite extinct, but hidden in deep refugia, and thoroughly isolated, like in other dark ages. Yeah, it’s been decades.

The inability of modernity to liberate is one of its most miserable failures.

Z