“Run, Marty! Run! Save yourself!” “Doc, it’s just a rubber chicken. What’s the deal?” “That glare, that intensity…” Arms shrugging, cogitating on the inductive idea that frenzied exposure to Plutonium had finally done the old man in, Marty – of that fabled clan McFly – tried to get a handle on the volatile situation. “Let’s just calm… Ahhh! Ahhh!” “I told you. Leave it. That chicken…” “The rubber ducky of dominant duress and devilish disorder,” went he of the agitated avian arsenal, “holds more in its backdoor belly…” “My God, Marty, it’s got a bar of soup! The cruelty! The excess inhumanity!” The batty scientist dove for his teenage companion and flew off the page in an effluvium of noxious fumes; […]
Smithsonian Museums in Washington, D.C.
Smithsonian Museums in Washington, D.C. “If it has the Smithsonian logo, you just know that it’s good.” Smithsonian Museums live by a standard of quality few other organizations or institutions prostrate under. A checklist of control and high perfection and genuine love for the best — that sets a high-water mark that constantly shames its peers. If museums were theme parks and rollercoasters free-for-all, then Smithsonians are nothing short of Disneyland while the rest fight tooth and nail for the blue ribbon at a carnival. That’s an honest to God truth that you can bank on. The sort of fact that will have spinners of quotes debating whether or not to add a new addendum on a very old adage. […]
Ford’s Theater And Petersen House: A Trip Through Lincoln’s Assassination.
Ford’s Theater And Petersen House. Ford’s Theater: Mid-rendition of an ABBA offshoot orchestrated by the hell’s own symphony. “Super Trooper,” jackhammering inside my brainpan. Pain, woe, desolation and a need to end it all. I turn, eyes watering from the torture. “Isn’t it magical,” my date, once more proving without a shadow of a doubt that once the post-coital glow fades, all that is truly left is either loathing or love. In this case. “Dear God, it’s simply wonderful…” Loathing was winning over. I am once more struck why, in spite of so many of my friends clamoring for Broadway, I’ll always feel more at home in a movie theater. Nursing a big bowl of popcorn and watching how Captain […]