“Comic-Con is the one time of the year when all nerds can set aside their personal opinions and focus on their petty differences … ”
-Will Arnett
Two Daphnes: post-apocalyptic and classic. Photo: JSDevore
Cheers, kittens! ‘Tis July and that means Comic-Con in these here parts! Final touches to costumes, triple-confirming hotel reservations, extra days at the gym and squirreling away all the forgotten pocket-dough you find doing laundry. Oh, wait … how rude of me. You didn’t get a badge? You’re not attending San Diego Comic-Con (San Diego Convention Center, July 21 – 24, 2016)? Oh, dear. Well, in that case …
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No Voltaire-styled, Twain-pithed or New Yorker-length posts here today. Simply a bit of fabulous, a smattering of so many things I love, all rolled into one savvy and styling auto advert: Rococo style, 18thC. sartorial flair, classical ballet, Baroque opera, a thumping techno beat, silk mules and, if you know my writings well, anthropomorphic animals in Vogue-worthy vestments.
Bravo, Kia Soul! Your funky, furry, Hail Fellows Well Met might get me into a Soul yet: black, to be sure. To boot, this is just the kicking beat I need to light that Sun King-caliber firework under my tapestry-festooned panier to keep working on Book IV of my Savannah of Williamsburg Series of historical-fiction novels: Savannah of Williamsburg: Washington's Folly and The French & Indian War, Virgina 1755.
Amusez-vous bien, mes amis!
Happy New Year, Bonne Annee Nouvelle, Nuovo Anno Felice e Godt Nytt År!
As I am only this very moment coming out of my Holidaze and trying to excavate my sleepy Muchness, I fear I am merely scribbling something here so as not to have leftover Christmas ramblings and imagery come Spring Break. ("Great. This is just what I want to do on Easter Sunday ... take down Christmas decorations." -Roseanne)
As I am currently being distracted by an episode of Lie to Me, pending episodes of Deadliest Catch and Modern Family, the distinct possibility that Speaker John Boehner and/or Chris Matthews may weep about something on the news later today (probably both about Sarah Palin), an espresso that is growing horridly tepid and a overall, nagging feeling that I should probably go for a vigorous four-mile walk down the beach, I believe I shall state that This Was All She Wrote. Perhaps a nice musing to round things off this day? Hmmm.
Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
-the Very Necessary Hunter S. Thompson
Post Script: My blog may appear a wee wonky and rattled in the coming weeks. I am growing ever-frustrated with its photo-sidebar; it is my goal to integrate all apropos images within associated postings ... peut-etre, I will even move my blog altogether. Je ne sais pas.