Isn’t it the coolest?
Posts by Scott Pearson
Genesis and Sam! I want their adventures.
Meanwhile, here in Minnesota, still saying FUCK ICE!
Are you talking about the mad king and the pope or me and JVC?
I should definitely get some of those gloves!
I’ve never bled so much as when I shaved that bit of finger off…
And the War of the Ring.
Well, all right then!
That’s what I needed the last time I used a mandolin to make scalloped potatoes. My wife no longer allows me to use the mandolin.
Whoa! Lost me a little at Champagne… would Prosecco do?
Getting ready to make a little something.
BREAKING: Trump announces he has ended the War of the Worlds, the Oceania-Eurasia war, and—despite claims to the contrary—the war in Ba Sing Se, bringing the total number of wars he has ended to 143.
However, Cabot Cove residents only talk about her mystery novels, not the true crime books in which they themselves are prominently featured. Ergo, Fletcher is able to shift between two universes, one with Cabot Cove, and one without, the latter being where she publishes true crime books. QED. 2/2
Re: the Fletcher multiverse. The TV series MURDER, SHE WROTE features mystery novelist Jessica Fletcher solving murders in her real life. So do the tie-in books, which are credited to Fletcher and a coauthor. This means that Fletcher also writes true crime books about the murders she solves IRL. 1/2
Since Criterion has announced their 4K release of Lynch's The Elephant Man, here's a pic I took when I visited Joseph Merrick's burial plot, which was tracked down in the City of London Cemetery in 2019 by Joanne Vigor-Mungovin, author of "Joseph: The Life, Times, and Places of the Elephant Man."
I did a little interview for author Carol Ann Kauffman's blog, Vision and Verse... it's a quick read!
Sound like typical corporate shite: How can we wring more money out of this for our shareholders no matter what it does to our loyal employees who are responsible for our success…
Ripley watching the xenomorph behind me.
BREAKING: Trump hires DoorDash Grandma to deliver bag of dead squirrels to Pope Leo.
I wonder if Door Dash Grandma ever thinks that what would really help with her husband’s medical bills is major health care reform…
I’m in publishing, so not just cool, SUPER COOL!
Ripley the gray tabby cat dozing…
Ripley in her fave sleep mode… front legs folded backward and head hanging over the edge of the couch.
So I’m not the only one!
Things don’t even seem real anymore. The GOP collectively shat their pants over a tan suit, for fuck’s sake, and then here’s Trump more delusional and unbalanced by the day and crickets from the majority of his party. Gaaaaahhhhh!
The dumbest.
Over the last few decades, what it means for journalism to be objective has been watered down to a rush to no judgment, kneecapping the profession. By bending over backward to not take a side, extremist nonsense is sane-washed into the mainstream, given cover by gutless reporting. And here we are.
The pope once pulled me over for speeding and I had trunkful of fentanyl and a corpse in the passenger seat so I could use the express lane, and he let me off with just a verbal warning.