She’s a feminist. And a detective. In the ’80s. A female.
Michelle Jones didn’t like guys, because they never told her the truth. Then she met Allen.
Janelle Kingston was tired of being single. Little did she know that juggling a lot of dick would be harder than it seemed!
The story of a woman trying to reconcile her break-up and her love of Kevin Costner with the demands of modern life (while a band of rag-tag mental patients assist.)
A husband, a wife, a woman, and some dagos. Trailer for Trailer Wars Bellingham’s film noir edition.
What are “police”? What do they do? What activities do they embrace? Find out in this trailer, made for Trailer Wars’ Buddy Cop edition
The story of a dad who loved baseball; his son who hated it; and the whimsical man-child who came between them.
Lately, I’ve been pausing in porticos, haunted by a particular line from a particular song. The ditty in question, “Boom Boom Pow,” was released by the redoubtable Black Eyed Peas more than a year ago, yet certain peculiarities of its lyrical cadences still manage to wash up upon the shores of my mind, as clear and startlingly whole as twisted lengths of beach glass.
In December, the world feels like a broken palace. We wander the ruins at dusk, yanking out clumps of rye and talking about how there was once a garden here. We trundle around in dirty voile dresses, talking about Miss Havisham and glass horses and headless cupids. Down in the valley, the windows are glowing. …
. . . Which brings me to today’s Recipe of the Day, Mug ‘O’ Spam. I feel like somebody is making fun of me here. Is the Kansas State Fair trying to bait me? Is the Bellingham Herald being ironical? The Great American SPAM Championship? Aslan wept.