SNYDERMANIA: wheN piGs flY #18 and The Latest News on THE EIGHT FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON

Saturday, August 7, 2010

wheN piGs flY #18 and The Latest News on THE EIGHT FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON

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THE EIGHT FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON will be available for purchase at this site or at GELI Book Store in Bangkok, Thailand and Tempe Auto Repair in Tempe, Arizona in November. We'll be announcing two new venues this week and promotional video number three is in the works. Stay tuned for more information...

8 comments:

Guely of Sweden said...: I always have this idea of superheroes eating like pigs and having selfconfidence problems.; August 7, 2010 at 11:59 PM
#167 Dad said...: G-man,
Sounds like a plot for a Hollywood blockbuster...; August 8, 2010 at 11:21 AM
#167 Dad said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; August 8, 2010 at 11:21 AM
JJ said...: Doctor Darkness - fantastic!; August 9, 2010 at 10:41 AM
Tgoette said...: It's nice to know that even some superheroes lack willpower. Captain Heroic just needs to cut back on the cheeseburgers and then he'll show that Doctor Darkness who's boss!

Great job!

Thanks for stopping by, WZ!; August 10, 2010 at 11:34 AM
#167 Dad said...: JJ,
I can always count on you for good mojo. Thanks.; August 10, 2010 at 5:23 PM
#167 Dad said...: Tgoette,
I, like CC, have trouble with that willpower business.
Always enjoy your blog...; August 10, 2010 at 5:25 PM
#167 Dad said...: Kate,
Thank you. You're my first snort!; August 15, 2010 at 1:33 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?