I’m so full of great ideas once we get into the theater. Such as: “Popsicle Styx,” a super-short stop-motion film about dead souls being ferried down a river of, you guessed it. Part of a series of artsy shorts made entirely from kindergarten art-project materials. To be followed by “Tracing Paper Follies” and “The Ballad of Chalk and Vellum.”
Will there ever be any respite from Piers Anthony’s influence on my consciousness? I think I loved puns this much before I even read those books. I remember discovering, once elected one of the writers for the Stanford Band, that puns (and rhyme) were the only kind of humor I had access to.