NOBODY LETS ME TAKE THEIR PICTURE!

Yikes! I misspelled "Photographer" in the headline, and I can't change it. I guess I'm stuck with it.

SOME OLD PHOTOS

Here's a few photos from my trunk. Let's see....here's (above) Mike as W. C. Fields. Steve took the picture on Halloween. I cropped it 'cause I'm in there too, and I didn't like the pose I took. Mike looks great, though. The red on his nose perfectly sets off all the other reds in the picture. 

Aaaargh! If only I'd had my camera on a wide angle setting!

Above, a very dignified Fields poses for his fans.

Above, another Halloween photo, this time of me in the uniform of the Exalted Grand Master of the Royal Order of the Muskrat. No, I'm not eating a muskrat...that's chicken. I love this picture, but I don't know who took it. Steve? Auralynn? 

Here's Mike wearing the sacred hat and....taking the Muskrat pledge? 

Here's Auralynn and Sarah. Auralynn designed those pajamas (above) for (I think) American Apparel. Her measurements were used for the petite size of a whole line of clothing.

Imagine that...she could walk into any store that sold that line and buy anything off the rack and get a perfect fit. Me, I don't know what it's like to have an article of clothing that actually fits. 

Here's a photo of me taken by John at his favorite BBQ restaurant. Animal pictures like this are all over the walls there.

Above, me around the time when I got my first animation job.

Above, me now. Gee it's amazing, isn't it!? I've hardly changed! I attribute it to good living.

IN AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT

ANITA: "Eduardo! Playing Solitaire in restaurants again?"

EDUARDO: "Anita, my pretty, come sit with me one instant. It is necessary that I speak to you. Sit you."

 EDUARDO STANDS SO THAT ANITA CAN SLIDE IN.

ANITA (STUGGLING):  "Umph...my legs, they do not fit in."

EDUARDO: "Too much dress. Perhaps if you lifted..."

ANITA: "What roguish!"

EDUARDO: "Because you are a roguish! Here, here's a menu. I am going to feel you a good small dish of ravioli. Waiter! Bring us a ravioli!"

EDUOARDO (VO): "Anita.....er, there is one thing I must ask.....do you like me?"

ANITA: "Ha! Yours is a name scratched on bathroom walls."

EDUARDO: "Hush! We are in a church...the church of fine pasta.

(THEN)

Anita...is what you say mingled of your cuckold's dirty horns?"

ANITA: "If you mean my boyfriend, he's a gentleman, unlike some people."

EDUARDO: "Tell him he is a dunce! Anita...let me....let me.....TONIGHT....."

HE GRABS HER HAND AND BEGINS KISSING IT.

EDUARDO (VO): "You are all, Anita. Do you know that you are all?"

EDUARDO (VO): "You are the first woman of the first day of creation. You are the mother, the sister, the amante, the friend...the angel, the devil, the Earth, the home...."

EDUARDO: "So whaddaya say, eh?"

ANITA: "Ha! You are such a character! Look, I must be going."

EDUARDO (VO): "Come back Little Angel! Come back!"

WAITER (VO): "Your ravioli, Senor!"

EDUARDO (VO): "Huh? What ravioli? I didn't order ravioli."

WAITER (VO): "But...but, you did...."

EDUARDO (VO): "I definitely did not! Take it away!"

WAITER (VO): "Okay Senor, I take it away. You won't have to pay for it."

EDUARDO (VO): "Huh? I won't have to.....? Wait! Give it here....just to dispose of it, you understand."

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Many thanks to Dylan Chavles who posed for the great girl pictures! Poses of myself are taken from other blog posts I did. I just wanted to see if I could make them fit.

NOW I GET TO USE MY NEW BERET!

Sorry, I wasn't able to finish the blog post on time. I'm still just too sick. Just for the heck of it, I thought I'd show you a few outtakes of the beatnik story I was working on when the flu descended, and I had to stop. No story here, just random stuff.

Er...this didn't turn out the way I intended. Actually, I was going for a "dismissive "tut, tut" and didn't realize how it would look to the camera.

How do you like the beats in the background? They're so delightfully decadent!

It occurred to me that Beats were always angry, so I tried an angry pose. Geez, is my head really that big?

Beatniks smoked a lot, so I thought I'd throw that in.

While I was fooling around with beatnik pictures like these I chanced on a one act play about the subject that turned out to be brilliant, so I decided to illustrate that story instead of my own. The problem is that I had to change it a bit in order to squeeze it into a single post. I'll give the author full credit, but I doubt that will deter him from coming after me with a meat cleaver!

Aaaaargh! Now I'm going to drag myself back into my sick bed!

THE GIRL BODYBUILDER STORY (PART ONE)

INT. LADIES' GYM:

MATILDA (VO): "The muscle tone's nice and sweet now."

MATILDA: "Maybe it needs to be just a tad firmer in the deltoids."

EDWINA: "I don't know. A little more baby oil and the deltoids'll look fine. Hey, I wonder where Daisy is?"

EDNA: "Hey look! She just walked in!"

INGRID: "Hi Daisy! How's it goin'?"

DAISY: "Horrible! It's my little sister! She met a gigolo and he wined and dined her,  and now she's gonna meet him in the park in half an hour."

FLORENCE: "Well, that's not so bad. What could happen in the park?"

Daisy shows her friends a picture of the gigolo.

DAISY (VO): "A lot could happen! She's gonna give him her life savings! He says he needs the money to buy her a diamond ring so they can get married!  I've heard about this guy! When he gets the money she'll never see him again!"

IRIS: "WHAT!!! Aaaarghhh!!! That's the lowest thing I've ever heard!"

INGRID: "Grrrrr! Somebody ought to do something about it!"

GERTRUDE: "Yeah, somebody like us! That dude is cruisin' for a brusin! What are we waiting for, girls!? The park is only 20 minutes away!"

OUT ON THE STREET:

INGRID: "Hurry up, Daisy! We've got work to do!"

ETHEL: "Sister! Come join us! We're after a gigolo!"

MILDRED: "A GIGOLO!? One of those guys cheated my cousin! Count me in!"

NELLIE: "Need another!? Count me in, too!"

The group swells as more and more girls join in the hunt.

ESMERALDA: "Girls! We're gigolo bashing! Join us!"

PENNY: "Gigolos!? I'm with you!"

RODNEYETTA: "Count me in!"

STELLA: "Just let me get my running shoes!"

BERTHA: "Me too!"

ENTIRE MUSCLE PAGEANT: "US too!!!"

The group swells further til it's a human tsunami.

It gets bigger and bigger....

...til every muscle girl in the city joins in. The group of runners is so big that they can be seen from outer space!

THE STORY CONTINUES IN PART II, BELOW.