Posts Tagged Dusty
Happy Christmas Eve, to everyone who celebrates Christmas Eve!
Nearly everyone I know celebrates Christmas Eve.
I don’t hate the ones that don’t. I try not to hate anyone. Seems pointless to me, but I know that, in a big world, not everyone will agree with me.
Having said that- Don’t hate, if you can avoid it. Doesn’t do you or anyone else any good. Practice what ya preach. Be kind.
And, of course, Merry Christmas!
Dusty is not getting anyone on her side. I’ll bet Kelly tried to advise her, but y’know, she scents blood now, and zeros in.
Durnell, for his part, is playing the bit he’s been assigned- aggrieved and combative. Everything the camera wants to see, in order to make compelling television.
Dusty, though, LIKES it.
Dusty doesn’t just start stuff, she PLANS to start stuff before she starts stuff.
See, that’s a sign of a real people manager. You plan, you get your people to work that plan, you punch a guy in the head to mark the start of the plan…
Delicacy. Reticent. Shy.
These are not the words that get used to describe the sort of women or men who get their own TV shows and keep them under their own control.
“Did you see that? She just kicked that guy in the chest.” Those are the kinds of words that get used to describe that kind of person.
Pull that tab, Dusty! Who won the money!
Docta Pain knows how to settle a score.
Sorry for the insane delay in comics around here lately. It’s that time of year! I’m getting a minimum of sleep, and risking circulatory issues by sitting in front of my computer and drawing board for fourteen hours a day. E’rbody be wanting their holiday and fiscal year-end projects. One client even had me fast-track their holiday card image, but let it sit around their office for days before okaying it. Yikes.
I find that when I’m on stage, I forget that I need to pee.
It’s never an issue of not actually needing to pee, ’cause I always do.
Time to get Paste off the stage and into some pants someplace.
And you know what they say about getting rid of one pest only to have another one show up.
You know what they say. I don’t. What it means right now is that Dusty is looking like just as much trouble as Paste, but of course she MEANS it.
Paste is just trouble without meaning much of anything.
Jacquée is lobbing softballs for the Mayor. They must have a studio appearance lined up later.
Durnell’s got the Fest on his mind. Can you blame him?
Dusty is cranky, and apparently has a longer memory than a lot of interviewers these days.
I spend a lot of time during news interviews saying, “Didn’t he (or she) do the EXACT OPPOSITE last year and swear it was the right thing and that the OTHER guys were horrible hypocrites? Are ya gonna mention THAT? Even to ask where the change of heart came from? Anything? No?”
Durnell’s giving Dusty enough rope to hang herself with.
Of course, she might hang him first, so he shouldn’t stick his neck out too far, y’know?





















