Mourning Remembrance never fails to arouse. Humor is a tool in your hand that you whip out to expose your genius. Your latest piece is an astonishing enlargment on your body of work. Among your memorials, this one really sticks out. Keep it up! You are a master at baiting your readership, dangling in their face absurd scenarios that somehow wiggle their way into the heart. Your purpose is ever straight and firm, like an engorged hose on the verge of splashing itself all over the imagination. It's as if your reader (let's call him Peter Johnson) were an old-time traveler, and your prose the stick below which hangs a sack full of whimsy and other surprises. The story of the tragic Mr. Lainado is sheathed in brilliance from tip to base. Whoever reads it will feel satisfied, not shafted. Indeed, their mind will be blown by the job you've done. In the campground of great writers, you have pitched a tent. May you bulge with pride at your performance, and may that feeling last longer than four hours.
That image is fantastic! Did you AI it yourself?
Hi, Cintra! (Don't know if you remember but we met years ago in San Francisco and later in New York when I first worked at the Daily Show).
My wife, Martha Previte concocted it. She voices Susan Collins and others on her Substack page
https://substack.com/profile/10364509-martha-previte?utm_source=global-search
and has a lot of her collage art on her Patreon page here
https://www.patreon.com/c/MarthaPrevite
You have to scroll down a bit on her patreon page for the collages.
Mourning Remembrance never fails to arouse. Humor is a tool in your hand that you whip out to expose your genius. Your latest piece is an astonishing enlargment on your body of work. Among your memorials, this one really sticks out. Keep it up! You are a master at baiting your readership, dangling in their face absurd scenarios that somehow wiggle their way into the heart. Your purpose is ever straight and firm, like an engorged hose on the verge of splashing itself all over the imagination. It's as if your reader (let's call him Peter Johnson) were an old-time traveler, and your prose the stick below which hangs a sack full of whimsy and other surprises. The story of the tragic Mr. Lainado is sheathed in brilliance from tip to base. Whoever reads it will feel satisfied, not shafted. Indeed, their mind will be blown by the job you've done. In the campground of great writers, you have pitched a tent. May you bulge with pride at your performance, and may that feeling last longer than four hours.
Nice work, Jim! This could've easily degenerated into a bunch of pee-pee jokes.
I stand on the shoulders of giants.