SonnysidePop: Beast to Garlic

Gonna start a new blog tag called SonnysidePop. Its purpose to post the results of this game that

Image by elana's pantry via Flickr

my Pops and I have always played (and the reason why I truly believe I have such a random, and sometimes funny, way with words) where we take whatever one has said to the other and let our mind go somewhere else, related, often thought-provoking or requiring much consternation about the long-lost pathway back to a time, place, movie, or song that we know the other should know.

I hope you enjoy the ride...

Pop: "Spoken like the beast that you are."
Son: "You can't tell the church by the size of its steeple."
Pop: "Here is the church and here is the steeple. Quote the Pastor?"
Son: "The well-hidden Pasto Newgate Phillips, secret foe of the Changing Season."
Pop: "Beware of the coming of the Anti-pasto."
Son: "'Cause garlic sticks to kids."
Pop: "Garlic Band-Aids."
Son: "Stick 'n lick. Wards off evil (and cooties). A necessity for an Italian emergency."

The connections...
1. A beast is large, as is a steeple, yet you can't know what's inside of either (Beauty and the Beast).
2. Pastor Newgate Phillips spoke of the "Autumn People" in Something Wicked this Way Comes. I also recently asked Pops if he could find the out-of-print comic book that Bradbury wrote by the title Autumn People.
3. The spelling error prompted a food reference.
4. "Pasto" made me think of "pesto," i.e. garlic & a play on a movie quote from one of my favorites of all time, An Officer and a Gentleman.
5. "I am stuck on Band-Aid, 'cause Band-Aid's stuck on me!"
6. Too many vampire shows out right now, I'd like some garlic to ward them off.

Blank: Evil in a Human Box

BLANK. MUST. DIE.

I don't want to be a part of him, but the more that I read, the more I can feel him honing in on me. I'm not sure if he can tell the light from the dark yet. And, I write... I write about the dark, which means that I have to step into it periodically. Well, often, actually.

When he finds me, which side of me will he see?

Will he want to suck the shadow I cast from the face of the planet; suck the mist of me into his nasal passage when he pushes blade past flesh, forces it through sternum and morbidly orgasms when steel meets heart? Or, will he see that I am a Warrior of the Light, one learning about the dark, just like Blank, training for battles against it tilting the scales toward the good... simply by means of my pen?

My pen. His knife. Love-Love. Let the game begin before the rain comes to chase the spectators from their seats.

This week's Blank Digest put me on his radar, for I am the anonymous quote below:

"So. One of Blank’s people made the following comment in a tweet this week: 'Man, that Blank dude is gonna be full-a all kindsa nastiness. I think I will rename him, Pandora.' First. Love the line. It is an interesting take on what has happened to Blank so far. Pandora opened a storage jar (modernized into a box) and let out the evils of mankind leaving only hope inside. I might refer to Blank less as Pandora and more as Pandora’s Box, for in one sense, Blank is a vessel for evils and in his world, hope may be outside of his jar."

Yessss, that's what I meant, because Blank is the box and I want to see what comes out when he opens himself up. Patience, grasshopper.

But for the rest of you, my fair readers, it's time to open up Blank the Graphic Novel so that you, too, can be there when hope and evil fill up the Tank of Blank.

[Besides, the writers are good friends of mine... check 'em out. Good stuff, Maynard.]

Perfect Blend: The Sweet, The Sour, The Surprise

To my future employer(s), I'm working on the evil section (succulence, sweet succulence) of my book this evening, which warrants tapping into the brisk, brash and bold bigBADbob.