Max
Max is my son. Depending on who you ask, he was either named after Max Von Sydow or the main character in Where the Wild Things Are, and no, it’s not short for anything, though I occasionally call him Mad Max (or Mr. Maximum or Gluteus Maximus or Maximilian). Everything listed below was either created by him, or it features him, or else it’s one of my essays about the 1986 film, Maximum Overdrive. I really should create a separate category for that.
The True Story of Paul Revere (as told by Billy and Max)
“The highlight of our project ended up being my dog taking a dump in the background of one of the scenes.” – Max
Bob
“Bob became an ersatz metaphor for my hobby after that point: a creation given life only to be sabotaged by the very hands of its sculptor…” – Max
Max is Eighteen!
After much cross-country exchange of aging videotapes and manila envelopes stuffed with undated photos, Jen and I pared Mr. Maximum’s eventful life down to 30 minutes of highlights, complete with music.
The Most Awesome Concert Ever
“Of course! What could be more fulfilling for a guy? Touching your pee-pee AND talking to a rock star at the same time!” – Robin
The Lady Vanishes is with no doubt in my mind one of Alfred Hitchock's best creations and, keeping in mind…
Omg you are amazing
Sea buckthorn oil has a lot of omega seven unsaturated oil. It is claimed to help membranes work better.
Glad to hear you found it worthwhile/compelling, Jeff! Let's catch up after the first of the year.
Honestly, once you get to "proceed to part three" and then there is a sentence about feral dogs and being…