The St. Father's Day Massacre.

• Nasal elephant fisting.

• Simple writing wins.

• Urban camouflage.

• Corporate psychedelia.

Freda somehow got me a card wallet covered in skulls and crossbones for Father's Day! And wrote me a card! With some assistance, apparently.

I have spent much of today asleep. I needed it.

bmovie pics from last week up. Usual policy.

At the Conservative Club around the corner, there's a bad Elvis disco in progress.