Unemployed. Maybe retired. Not sure.
A globbet of sugar-stickies.
When I lived in Houston, the zoo kept a small soirée of vampire bats. At their posted feeding times, I loved to watch them drop down to the floor of their glass enclosure and weeble-wobble over to the shallow Petri dish of beef blood. With no pushing or squabbling, they’d form a circle around the vessel… and lap up the blood with efficient clever tongues… like the best-behaved but weirdest looking klatch of cats.
Yes, I know that the term soirée is likelier used to describe a group of debutantes. But there’s an atmosphere of the vampiric about them too.
Yow! A tad creepy, no?
Appassionata… the role played variously by Tina Louise and Stella Stevens.
Though he doesn’t appear to be well-tempered.
Unless you’re Percival Dunwoody.
Mrs. Drysdale, after catching her runaway dog Claude, yells “I’ve got Claude!”
Granny Clampett, sadly concerned, says, “Oh! That poor woman!”
I like the message and black humor of this cartoon. It’s right on target.
But yes, who would guess that this paunchy stub is supposed to be Midnight Moscow Mitch without the verbal and situational clues?
I assume he has an artistic reason not to, but I can’t imagine what it is!
I love that the term “gaslighting” has been popularly revived to describe this
deceptive technique. This… I’m Not Crazy, You Are! …psychological torture.
If you’ve seen it, the 1944 Bergman/Boyer/Cotten film imprints its creepy
paranoia to make the expression coldly vivid. There’s a play too, but the movie,
I think, is better.
“When justice is gone,
And when force is gone,
There’s always Mom.
And if you have eight and a half minutes, the music video is creepily so.