B/W and monochrome

say goodbye to civilization, darlin', we're hittin' the road. when are we coming back, joe? maybe never, baby. never? but what about momma? she can't come.

we have a new assignment for you, agent 22. swell. what is it? we have been getting reports from our american friends. . . what did they manage to screw up now? they've lost one of their best agents. who? agent 38-24-36. her? she would be hard to misplace. nevertheless, they can't locate her. you are to do so. and when I do? de-brief her. I'll try. except that she usually doesn't wear briefs. RIP Jimmy 10/27/47 - 8/11/12 I love you

they actually let me graduate. well, I think they did.

the metaphysical rejection committee is meeting in half an hour. I can't make it. why not? I don't believe in time. what do you believe in? ha! that's a good one.

hitchiking through the desert with my girlfriend, caught a ride with an old guy, driving a '57 chevy. stopped for the night, made a fire. slept in the sagebrush, under a million stars, joshua trees all around. her breathing next to me the only sound.

you know there's rats in there. yeah? what's your point? I wouldn't wanna work in a place has rats. so don't. they don't bother me none. give me the creeps. thing is, the guys are looking for a 4th for poker. oh, well, that would make a difference. that's how I look at it.

what's in there? don't ask. how come? some things it's best to leave alone. I'm going in. ok. but don't expect to come out again. somebody's gotta find out what's in there. fine. see you in the next life. man, that sound so. . . permanent. it do, don't it.

edna, somebody's at the door. can't you get it, stanley? I'm basting a turkey. dammit edna, I'm watching the game. just get up off your butt and answer the door, stanley. I'm sure it's for you anyway, edna. well just tell them to wait. I'm gonna tell them to scram, is what I'm gonna do. fine by me, stanley. I mean, a man's got a right to sit in his house in peace. it's ok, dear. I'd hate for you to have to put your pants on. yes, well, there's that too.

have we been naughty? well, no, I'm just more comfortable this way. don't let me stop you.

And so this is Christmas For weak and for strong For rich and the poor ones The world is so wrong And so happy Christmas For black and for white For yellow and red ones Let's stop all the fight A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear.

what are you looking at? you. good. don't stop. I don't intend to.

it's gotta be a signal. from who? obviously, from a civilization far superior to ours. why? it's just a pile of rocks around a piece of wood. ah, but look at it. the form. the function. yeah. a bunch of rocks on a big stick. I bet it's been here from generations. right. generations of sand flies, maybe. truly, this is hallowed ground. hey. hallow this. I'm hungry. let's eat. I must first commune with this vestige of deity. right. call me when the starship lands. the key to all life in the universe. I've found it. good for you. I'm gonna go find the key to a hot dog. with chili and onions? of course. I'm sure the starship will wait.

how much longer? uh, actually, I was hoping this would never end. ok. just asking.

what time does the next bus stop here? sorry. no bus stop here. it has to be. I got a transfer ticket! nope. no bus. no road, either. no. . . road? say, where am I? you might not want to know. no, I do! what's that thing over there. a hitching post? ever hear of the pearly gates? sure. why? that's not. . . it is. you mean. . . I'm dead? but I was just on the bus! yeah. got off at the wrong stop. sorry. not your day. easy for you to say. that's true.

what time's the next shuttle? you just missed it. next one's in a week. a week! I can't wait that long! sorry, bud. I gotta get off this rock! are there any other flights? just one. but that's the garbage scow to oberon. I'll take it. even a garbage planet beats this place. stay clear of the micro-organisms. they'll pick you clean. no kidding? they don't get live ones all that often. got it.

I'm ready for my lesson. what lesson is that? sand writing, of course. right. that lesson. well, you said it can only be learned without clothes. I said that? and I believed you. as you should, at all times.

you got one chance to come clean, bruno. it's here, marcel. I swear it. you better be tellin' the truth. otherwise. . . no, it's true. it's here. I'll find it. it better be soon. ok. gimme a half hour. you got 10 minutes. I suggest you start moving. I gotta ask. what if I can't find it? I advise you not to even think of that possibility. no? it scares, even me. and I don't scare easy. you are a tough guy, marcel. that's what my momma says. yeah, she told me that last night.

would you like to go riding today, edna? oh, yes, stanley. can we take the hounds? of course. I'll have chef prepare a light snack. how thoughtful of you! there is little in this world I wouldn't do for you, darling. yes, I know. thank you. one thing, though. what's that, dear? you know the carcasses of the hanged? yes. they disobeyed you. we may ride past them. you are stern with the help, dear. but I'm so looking forward to a ride. wonderful, darling.