Thats the Road Runner, fastest bird in the world they say. I figure hes at least the fastest in these parts. Hes got a speed so quick you cant really take its measure.
Whos that mangy feller chasin after him.
Thats The Coyote. Some people think hes tryin to eat the bird, but Ive always believed hes just chasin him on account of hes runnin. The Runner'll always run, so The Coyote'll always be chasin him.
Thats a nice thought.
I dont know if its nice, but its a thought.
Been enjoying the virtual Ray Harryhausen retrospective exhibit at the Scottish National Gallery today, thought I'd watch one of his early short films to go with it. This one's charming but a bit hampered by bland narration and an overall kid-friendly vibe, the Big Bad Wolf doesn't eat Grandma in this version and we don't even see him die onscreen. But he is extremely lovingly animated.
When I was 17 or 18 I was eating lunch at this place called New York Subs (now closed) and I ordered my sandwich and sat down in front of this man (who I later learned was my parents' dentist, incidentally) who was by himself waiting on his food. When the waitress came by to bring him his order, I heard her ask him about the crossword puzzle he was doing. "Yeah, I find it's a lot easier to do…
"Strip Monopoly" might sound like a fun game but I can think of several problems with this mode of play. For one, this notion that players are to strip "instead of paying rent" - um, doesn't that negate Monopoly's entire in-game economy? Here's just one hypothetical scenario that shows the cracks in paying rent by stripping: Let's say I invest all of my money in building hotels on the orange properties (St. James Place, New York Avenue, and Tennessee Avenue,…