Thomas Nast/1871
By Bob Hicks
The national political season is getting good and nasty these days, and we here at Art Scatter World Headquarters are pretty pumped about it: blood sports do that to us.
We’re especially excited about the literary possibilities. In recent days we’ve added some astute veteran political observers to our stable of correspondents, all [...]
By Bob Hicks
Seeing it as our duty to help sort out this most perplexing of civic seasons, we here at Art Scatter World Headquarters have hired our first political correspondent. He’s a veteran newspaperman named Eugene Field, and we’re proud to add him to our mix.
Here is Mr. Field’s first dispatch, filed from the late [...]
By Laura Grimes
Dear Mr. Scatter,
You do realize, right, that while you sped away to have a raucous dinner party at the assisted-living facility, you left me here to 1. make my own coffee. 2. fetch my own newspaper. 3. share my bed with more beasts than usual and 4. somehow end up with less bed [...]
By Laura Grimes
At the time of this typing, my mom’s ETA is 45 hours and counting.
The early missile warning system is now in effect. I repeat. The early missile warning system is now in effect.
In my last post, I promised a concussive blast. Reading on? Don your helmets! Duck and cover!
By Laura Grimes
We back up our meat-centric blog for a little backstory. Mom’s coming for Thanksgiving and we got meat multiplying in the vegetarian-family freezer, but before I move on to the concussion blast and the traumatic brain injury these circumstances cause the Scatter Family, I first must explain our license plate.
We recently had to [...]
By Laura Grimes
If you’re wondering about Mr. Scatter, he’s been busy with paying gigs so we can afford all this meat we’re cooking for Thanksgiving. If you read the last post, you know by now that even though most of us in the family are vegetarians, somehow we’re cooking both a whole chicken and a [...]
By Laura Grimes (with help from the Large Smelly Boys)
Shhhh! Be vewy vewy qwiet! Sneak attack in progress.
It’s a big day in the Scatter household, when patriarch Mr. Scatter is feted (not fetid). So the Large Smelly Boys and I are hijacking the blog for a surprise post. The fun part [...]
The days go langorously here in the Old Country. Mr. and Mrs. Scatter relax in the Vondepark before wandering off to find pannekoeken and beer:
Avert your gaze. Mr. and Mrs. Scatter have jettisoned the Large Smelly Boys and are having a romantic interlude abroad. In the meantime, they have temporarily outsourced the blog to their chief travel correspondent, who makes friends wherever he goes — this time to Bruges, Belgium.
By JoJo
By Laura Grimes
Dear Mr. Scatter,
I finished dusting my balls, recurating them, and I added an avocado pit to the collection. Can you guess which one it is?*
I know you think I just lobbed you a big fat softball (I have two in my collection) so you can make a smartass comeback, but then I would [...]