
Phil shades Anya, as required by law, while she encourages her ball to make a hole-in-one.

Gahan Wilson enjoys the Valuable Prizes(tm) won in the arcade.

Anya poses on the carousel to take advantage of dramatic lighting.

Hank Wagner and Elena do not want any Rolling Rock, but it's all I have.

Gene is the King of Necon. This position allows him to control the weather.

Hal the Bookie, Elena and Rod await the terror that is
That Darned Game Show.

A Saugy -- and Gene wonders why I have no desire to eat one.

Quiet on the set, Gene and Jason! The director needs to drink his fancy mineral water. Drink, Phil, drink. Good thing the crew isn't union.

A still from
Trail of the Screaming Forehead -- can't wait to see it!

CT pal Jason Harris and me during the seemingly endless farewells at the picnic.
5 comments:
I wouldn't eat a saugy either.
What do you expect from Gene? This is the man who willingly ate a dozen sausage bombs!
Mmmm..... natural intestinal casings surrounding ground bits of pig that aren't fit for anything else...
Oh, wait - we're talking about Saugys? Never mind.
Ah, the sausage bombs -- you'll never live that down, sweetie.
Maybe this would be safer...
Is a saugy real roadkill with catsup? Or is it nouvelle cuisine roadkill with some faincy sauce on it?
BTW, I don't seem to see Gene's weathervane in the weather-controlling photo - nice shirt, though!
The ingredients in a Saugy are a well-kept Rhode Island secret (something eldritch, no doubt).
Gene's weathervane is tastefully concealed -- but I cannot reveal its whereabouts and live!
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