tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post8159921963233915755..comments2023-10-28T02:43:22.324-07:00Comments on flashing by: “A Town Called Disdain”, Episode Eighteen: Dick and Daphne awaken to a brand-new dayrhodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694315635082071848noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-83256300210593389022010-04-07T18:44:24.021-07:002010-04-07T18:44:24.021-07:00And the Vonnegut, and the big brass bed... but mos...And the Vonnegut, and the big brass bed... but mostly just the feel of it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16378662301271706094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-21635387335509406672010-03-31T19:52:34.555-07:002010-03-31T19:52:34.555-07:00Aw, that's good to know, Manny. Sometimes for ...Aw, that's good to know, Manny. Sometimes for the benefit of newcomers I put a little reminder in the intro of the time in which the story takes place, but this time I didn't bother. It's nice to know that somehow the feel of the time comes through...Maybe it was Dick's Remington electric shaver?Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-11310719605417455312010-03-31T19:28:02.183-07:002010-03-31T19:28:02.183-07:00This is so 60s.
And I mean that in a good way.This is so 60s.<br />And I mean that in a good way.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16378662301271706094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-36444906994317536642010-03-31T13:47:49.426-07:002010-03-31T13:47:49.426-07:00Kathleen, I do believe that was one would-be boyfr...Kathleen, I do believe that was one would-be boyfriend who was better left in the "what if" category!Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-38056660846201117282010-03-31T11:52:02.586-07:002010-03-31T11:52:02.586-07:00Everybody wants some of what Dick and Daphne have....Everybody wants some of what Dick and Daphne have. <br /><br />Beware of Blind Faith, btw. Briefly, I had a boyfriend who claimed they always made him want to be a junkie. Nuff said. (Besides, I was married so he wasn't even a "boyfriend," per se.) Years later, though, he recognized me in the elevator: the 11th floor was the office of Home Remodeling magazine where I wrote about faucet heads. The 10th floor was a methadone clinic.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12306491903311869968noreply@blogger.com