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Michael's Drawing Board: Board Infiltration
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012. Adam here. I know this is Michael's realm, but what he is unaware of is that I'm "quietly" (get the pun) trying to infiltrate every corner of this website. On this page, I've selected some of his pieces that strike a personal chord with me, and interjected my own thoughtful analysis. I wrote a "how to" guide once on purchasing ceramic gnomes for your garden without offending the real gnomes already living there. The poignancy of the article. Guessing is more fun than knowing.
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Michael's Drawing Board: Moving Pictures
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We did this back when we still thought Miranda and the Royal Odds was going to be an online comic strip. It still makes us chuckle though, so here it is. We hope you chuckle too. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Michael's Drawing Board: The Matrix Bunny
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013. When I look at this, my first reaction is to chuckle at the cleverness of a literal interpretation of what the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland would look like in Matrix garb. When some people look at an image though, they never get beyond this initial glance.
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Michael's Drawing Board: Mayor Magistrate
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Saturday, March 2, 2013. I’ve done it again! Yet another infiltration of Michael’s page! Today I’ve stolen his most recent sketch. I tore it from his notebook while were having coffee at Baker's Square. He was performing the heroic deed of returning a ketchup bottle that had rolled under our table to it’s proper owner, and I used the distraction to perpetrate my villainous act. Maybe we’ll return to their garden one day. Posted by Adam Natali. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Adam's Writing Desk: Cursing in the Cattails
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Thursday, August 29, 2013. Cursing in the Cattails. I definitely get my swearing from my mother. The only time I can remember my dad swearing was when he’d smack his finger while hammering, and that was merely a quickly grunted, “sonuvabitch! Then one day I heard a girl say, “damn.” It was the beginning of a life-long battle I’ve had with questioning my manhood. But I rose to the challenge, and “damn” entered my vocabulary. I couldn't have felt more liberated if I had just run through a schoolyard game o...
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Adam's Writing Desk: The Immortal Ant
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Saturday, November 16, 2013. Summer brings bugs. I can accept that. From those furry centipedes that crawl out of the bathtub drain, to the mosquito that buzzes in my ear all night only to leave itchy welts between my exposed toes in the morning; I’m used to it. So when I saw an ant on the toilet, it didn’t bother me in the least. I simply grabbed a tissue, squished it, dumped the tissue and dead ant into the bowl, and flushed. In a past life it could’ve been a serial murderer. Jack the Ripper ...Just th...
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Adam's Writing Desk: Aliens
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Friday, April 19, 2013. There used to be this show on TV called Unsolved Mysteries, and one of their most popular topics was UFOs. I watched it every week with my grandpa (who lived with us) and my dad. Everyday at school, I’d read books about UFOs, then after school I would go to the library and read more. I was versed in everything from close encounters of the first kind, which is spotting an alien craft in the sky, to close encounters of the third kind, which seeing one of its occupants. She’d e...
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Adam's Writing Desk: The Mood Scalp
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Friday, September 13, 2013. 8220;Hey John,” I said as I headed down the stairs towards our basement office. 8220;Hi,” John grunted as he headed up in the opposite direction. I turned around to stare at the back of his shiny head. The pulsating purple and red veins beneath his pale scalp gave the whole thing a glowing magenta hue. There had been a fight. When he was happy, which wasn’t often, it was the same apricot color of his paw-like hands. Anger, which was the most common of his moods, was ...8220;Ne...
