September 14, 2012
Plays, prose and political analysis that most like means little.
Well, I've been staring at this question for 20 minutes.
The sense of humor here is appealing and gives me the idea of being right at home.
John F. Kennedy, Richard M. Nixon and Alfred Hitchcock walk into a bar. Jack notices a good number of good looking women in the place. He shows a winning smile to Dick and Alfred and says, “What would you boys like? Blond, brunette or red head?” Nixon glances at Alfred, searching for a clue as to how he, Dick, should respond. Alfred looks as if he might be working out a plot in a murder. Dick flashes his version of a smile and says, “Whisky for me, Jack.” Hitchcock leans forward just a bit, says, more to Dick but looking at Jack: “We call it a 'McGuffin.'”
Sounds like I would misfit in perfectly. Been writing forever, with just enough 'success' to keep me going but not enough to support me in style (evicted from dumpster).