Most people want a nice comfortable place to live, a place that they can call home and where they can hang their hat and their hang-ups. Nobody wants to pay too much for a place and be thought a sap. Or have a Fun Run through the place. Sharing a house will work as long as both parties understand boundaries and take more than half a sec to think about it. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Post 414: Get Back and Stay Back Machine
NinjaChow and I were discussing things that make us think of a by-gone era. Like powdered wigs make us think of the American Revolution (or as she knows it, the Invasion of Quebec by those Upstart Colonists whom We put in their Place, eh?) and Beatles wigs makes us think of the 60s. Boy Bands make us think of We Don’t Want to Go There as they are still happening. Continue reading
Post 413: InSparkNito
Halloween is just a couple months away! All over Sparkyville, the shops are selling last year’s left over candy and decorations to make your house look like this:
Post 412: A Blustery Day
Man in Trench Coat: Psst! Come ‘ere, I got somethin’ to show ya.
Sparky: Here, just take my money.
MITC: What? I can’t do that. I have to do my whole patter. You hurt my feelings this way. Continue reading
Post 411: Information, Please
If you are being harassed and followed around by a loud, obnoxious creature who can’t seem to take care of itself, you have two choices. Send it to live with your parents or see if anyone lost said creature. Look on Craigslist. Even a Sparky can do it. Continue reading
Post 410: The Nightmare That Is Sparkyville
Today we have a lesson in vocabulary. We need this lesson to understand this ad submitted by Ralph, who apparently got wined up while looking for these things. Continue reading
Post 409: Child Pornograph
Oh come on! Are there no depths to which I will sink in an attempt to attract readers and commenters to this blog? This is a cute but silly toy using Disembodied Princesses (I can’t use the real D word for fear of legal action) and a taste of Sparky speelink. How bad could it be? Continue reading
