By Steve Bynghall
Steve Bynghall lives in London, England. Other poems about Brooke and her useless Dad appear on Smories.com. Visit http://www.smories.com/author/steve-bynghall/ for more details. If you want to be notified when a new Brooke story will be appearing please email [email protected].
Brooke’s Dad was the captain
Of the world’s most hopeless boat
It was ramshackle and rotten
It could hardly stay afloat!
Vimeo user Quirky Pictures pointed me to this strange and dark little film about a dog losing its home and wandering through a rather horrible and tragic life. The film uses multiple flip book frames to tell its story in a series of loops. It was made by Stephen Irwin at small time inc. as an Animate Projects Commission for England’s Channel 4.
Another film from the Candlelight Stories Short Films group on Vimeo.
The Downtown Film Festival Los Angeles has made my latest short film, Yellow Plastic Raygun, part of their official selection! So if you are in Los Angeles on Saturday, September 11, 2010 and you want to see an evening of short films, come by the Civic Center Theater at First and Main Street right across from the City Hall building. The shorts program starts at 10:00 pm. Here’s a link to the festival schedule.
I am very happy about this. I like the idea of a film festival right here at home where I can go and hang around with some other insane filmmakers. It should be an interesting Saturday night.
Hey, tomorrow, Saturday August 28, 2010, is International Read a Comic in Public Day!
That means that all you unattractive, bedroom-bound, nerdish, geekster, loser, babeless nobodies can actually get up a little nonexistent courage and emerge from your domiciles to take your first tentative steps across the street with a real live honest-to-god paper-printed comic book in your hands! Woooooo! Get it on, baby! Jivesteppin’ along the street with my ink pages!
Flavorwire has a nice little post about what comics to read for certain locations if you want to fit in and look cool. I don’t happen to suffer from the decease of timidity or humble nerdishness. I’m a real bastard who likes to walk up and push ballpoints into people’s throats if I think they aren’t showing proper respect. So whatever your problem with reading comics in public might be I’m probably not going to understand it or be very sympathetic. In fact, I might just chase your ass through the park to have a good laugh at your expense.
So, go for it. Read your stupid comic in public tomorrow. I dare you.
By Mark L. Glosser
“Hey,” Eric yelped as he watched his younger brother Ian shake a huge glob of ketchup onto his sandwich. “You emptied the bottle. What am I supposed to put on my hot dog?”
“Mom got another bottle,” Ian mumbled as he stuffed half the sandwich in his mouth, Go look in the refrigerator.”
Eric stomped to the refrigerator and pulled out a weird shaped-bottle. “Genie Ketchup Company? I never heard of this brand,” said Eric as he unscrewed the lid.
A moment after the lid came off; all the ketchup in the bottle squirted to the ceiling, and started to spin like a tornado.Eric and Ian dove under the table.
A flash of light momentarily blinded them. When their vision cleared they saw a man with long, black hair floating in mid-air. His red pants barely fit over his bulging belly, and his white shirt was splattered with ketchup.
Peeking out from under the table Eric asked in a trembling voice, “Who are you?”
The strange visitor floated down from the ceiling and looked under the table. “I’m the Ketchup Bottle Genie. Haven’t you heard of me?”
