Somebody had suggested I name my first feature film The Life and Times of Albrecht Durer, and as I passed this little squatting still-life, I thought, YES! I just may have to do that!
What brilliant, forward-thinking, and amazinly creative mind came up with that? It's genius!
I, of course, booked a ticket immediately, and was whisked away for a 3-hour tour, a 3-hour tour.
Gilligan's Island!
Sorry, I'm still going through quote-withdrawal.
Or take pictures of the I-dont-know-the-name-of-this-flower-flowers, and drink in the beautiful blue of the Hollywoodland skies.
This is easier if you're a guy. The red ones are called "red flowers", yellow ones are called "yellow flowers", and so forth.

You don't even have to know any shades of colors. Creme, ecru, vanilla = white.
I told them I needed time to think on this, and would have to get back to them soon.
Reminds me of the old Police Squad gag:
Woman: Is this some kind of a bust?
Police: Yes, ma'am, it's very impressive.
Its a giant blue hat with an enormous white glove picking its nose! Huh!


You have to love a TR that can reference Albrecht Durer and make nose-picker jokes in the same entry.
This begs the question, of course, of what Disney boogers would look like. My guess is they'd be sparkly.
Just then I got a phone call!!! It was a REAL studio! They wanted me to sign a multi-zillion dollar contract right away!! I couldnt believe it; in fact, I still cant believe that when I read the fine print, it was MarOOn Studios not Moron Studios as I thought at first. (Trust me, it was funny when standing there the first time, trying to figure out why anyone would name their company Moron Studios.)
Stranger things have happened. When I make my home movi--er, uh, high-quality films, the logo of my company always graces the opening credits:
Cinematic
Recording
Arts
Productions
Oh boy, Capt. O set that one up nicely for you, didn't he? It's a good thing all of your faithful readers know who Albrecht Durer was.
I set 'em up, and Liesa knocks 'em down.
Um...who was that Durer guy again?
So...did you pull the rope?
We kept trying to get our kids to pull it, and they were chicken. Our youngest was the one who finally took the "plunge".
As always Mark you keep me in stitches.
By the way....Son of a Biscuit Eater is something I say when I don't want to actually cuss.
Thanks to Elf I use "SON OF A NUTCRACKER!" Too.
Pretty, huh?
Prettier <---is that a word?
than saying the actual cuss words.
Thanks Camille! Creative non-curse words are always more fun than the real deal, IMO. Since the one Geico commercial came out, I've been fond of using the word "jackwagon".
Honestly, it's like you've been apart of this goofy group from the begining. This is one group that's easy to join in on and not feel like your an outsider, at least I hope we make it feel that way. Right Liesa?

Thank you. You've all made me feel very welcome, and so many of you were kind enough to read my TR as well. This group of TR regulars is very kind, sweet, generous, and has an amazing capacity to tolerate my stupid jokes.
THAT WOULD BE TOTALLY WICKED!!!
You know how we Texan girls love our guns!
