Jolt Country

One of the podcasts I listen to is releasing a tape episode. They hired a guy to do the artwork and make 150 tapes, then they sell them out of the trunk of a car at a local brewery. It's a whole 'scene thing' I guess.
I still have a Sears boombox (with detachable speakers!) for a while I was using it for the sound output on my Magnavox TV/PC. I think the tape player still works, I dunno for sure. I dug up an old Ampex tape to keep in the player, cause it looks so...I dunno, proper?

Wait, lemee post a pic...


I doubt I'd ever get back into tapes. I remember how great it felt to give away all my tapes and go straight CDs

But then, I do have a dual deck player in my studio stereo...


THE
ON THE BACK FENCE
AARDVARK

I started coloring some of these, not sure if I like it yet. Maybe it'll be like those colorized movies on TCM where I replace selected Crazy Doodles with full color (well, 12 color anyway) Doodles.


THE
TED Filippe J. Suckmonger
AARDVARK

crude picture of a wedding cake topper

"You goin back up for more of that trap-bait?"
The two women sat alone at a circular table set for six. The older of the two was wearing a dress which could only be described as frumpy. The younger woman was obviously her daughter. The resemblance was faint but definite.
"It's not trap-bait Momma, it's sushi. You like seafood."
"Sure, but not enough to marry some."
"Momma..."
They had covered this topic on the car ride over from the church.
"Mixed marriages just don't work out, it's a fact."
"This isn't the nineteen-fifties anymore Momma, try and be more progressive."
"Humph." Momma drained her wineglass and the plastic base fell off the stem again.
"So are you goin back up?" She looked at her watch. There was an hour left for the open bar before the buffet and she wanted to make the most of it. She put her plastic wineglass back together.
"In a minute, they're gonna introduce the wedding party."
"Where's the honeymoon gonna be?"
"Someplace off the coast of Bermuda. It's supposed to be beautiful this time of year."
"Heaven knows what he sees in her, trashy thing. I bet her whole family are a bunch of bottom feeders."
"She is not trashy."
"She looks trashy to me. Where'd she get that dress, Wicked Tuna?"
"No, Momma, it's a place in the mall, The Bridal Tank. It's very chic."
"Well, when she scuttled down the aisle she was showing too much of her legs. That says trashy to me."
"It's just the cut of the dress. Stop being rude."
"Where'd they meet, he ever tell you?"
"No, I never asked."
"I bet it was that loose lobster joint down by the waterfront and mister seafood lover was gettin' himself a crab dance in the back."
"Momma, you hush!"
The three glasses of port were making Momma mean and lose her indoor voice. She looked around the hall, her eyes darting.
"I didn't see much of her family at the ceremony, don't see much of them now. They ashamed or something?"
"They live up in Bar Harbor, Momma. You can't expect all of them to be here. It was kind of short notice."
"Why, he knock her up?"
"Momma! One more crack like that and we're leaving. You sit here and drink their wine and eat their food and all you do is badmouth them. Why don't you try to see how much they love each other. They wanted to get married quickly because they're in love."
"Those two aint in love. I bet she married him for his money. Mark my words; as soon as she finds out he hasn't got a pot to melt butter in she'll throw him over the side."
"That's it! I mean it, Momma. One more word and we're going home."
"Fine," she said, holding out her plastic glass. "But get me another. Probably the only way I'll make it through the evening." She picked up a last bite of sushi from her paper plate and looked at it with a sour expression. "Trap bait," she muttered, and ate it.