Wedding bells a'ringin', New Collections IN STOCK, PLUS -- "chester slim and franklin eat at the diner" part 1

Well, it's been awhile since I've posted a blog, and there's been many good reasons!

To start off, Ashley and I were married on February 22nd, 2014, having decided pretty much last minute. We met in 2006, had been friends since 2007, became a couple in December 2011 and were engaged on Christmas Day 2012. We spoke of marriage and made tentative plans but the date we wanted, February 22nd, could only work for us in 2014 as it was a Saturday. Waiting another year wasn't an option. SO we are now happily married!! We will follow this civil ceremony with a Catholic ceremony as soon as the Church finishes our paperwork and we can plan a full-on wedding *and* reception, so we can have an all-out celebration with family and friends!!

THEN

We acquired several collections!! I've written about the four long boxes of incredible Bronze Age comics. We have SINCE acquired three more smaller collections with MORE great comics, including GOLDEN, SILVER, BRONZE and COPPER AGE (yes, Copper Age is a relatively newly-added category)!! I am steadily grading and pricing these GEMS as quickly as possible, but you are welcome to come in and see what we have, and if you find a treasure you want to own, I will grade and price it for you ON THE SPOT!

Yep, we've had some wonderful things happening here at Comic World! This has also taken me away from posting the cartoon and movie links, but we may return to that in the future, if the demand is there. Let me hear from you! Would you like to see me post more links to videos?

We hope you'll stop on by Comic World and visit us soon!!

Until then, here's a little something from the Pat Potter Vaults, Part 1 of a short story featuring two rascals I sure loved writing!! Yes, the text is *meant* to be in lower case! It's all part of the fun that is "chester slim and franklin".

I'll be posting Part 2 later this week!!
Enjoy!! 

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"chester slim and franklin eat at the diner" part 1

chester slim and franklin were sitting down to lunch. "i'll have the dust bowl supreme," said franklin. his steel blue eyes fixed on the waitress. "what size are your ham hocks?" she didn't answer, turning instead to look at chester slim, whose gaunt cheeks, sunken eyes and large nose appeared menacing if not somewhat more appealing.

"what'll ya have?" she snapped, her teeth clacking together when she spoke.

"corn beak and bourbon with a side of slush sauce," chester slim replied.

"very good choice," the waitress droned. then, tearing off the small sheet, she quickly walked behind the counter and clipped up the order for the cook to see. "two dinners, one dust bowl the old fashioned way, one scarecrow surprise."

franklin looked in awe at the waitress with her short red hair -- 'ooh la la' -- and then back at chester slim. "why can't they just say the same words to the cook that are on the menu? it's like they're talkin' in code or something."

chester slim looked dispassionately at franklin a moment before screwing up his face in disgust. " 'what size are your ham hocks?' that's your best pick up line?" he bellowed.

"you're spitting," replied his diminutive partner. "yes, ham hocks. what would you have me to ask of her? 'can you show me your silky white flan?' "

"that would have been smoother than ham hocks, for filbert's sake!"

franklin looked up wide-eyed. "i implore you, chester slim, please do not take the name of my gnome in vain! not while i'm sitting across from you!"

sarcastic as always, chester slim raised two hands in mock prayer and looked up at the blood-stained ceiling, exclaiming, "sorry!" then, eyeing his companion, sneered, "satisfied now?"

"fine. i'll go light a candle and sacrifice a beehive later! just because i don't want to go with your slush sauce as a second course...."

the diner was a small roadside café, the kind you used to see when chester slim's dad was a lop-eared lad. old and rustic, with a cartwheel on the side, it had been part of the western frontier since gates was in office. the original building was chrome and red leather seats, and the new stuff that was added to reinforce it against the tidal winds was solid wood of four by eights and one-inch thick sheets of lumber doubled up. the counter and table tops were all formica and the floors were some kind of heavy tile with dark grout. the light was dim in places which helped if you didn't care to see what you were eating, but most of the time it was okay. occasionally, a sandworm slid in under the door, flat as all get out, and made its way into the kitchen to hide in the noodles, but they were harmless unless you bit into one. because of course, they bit back.

on the table tops were small juke boxes with music from the olden days. there were songs by shiv tribune and the bemoans, grum snakebite and his twins, melbing and the rosarios and more. and the tunes! oh, what wonders to behold! "filet ala shestake", "sàitake", "whet your whistle" and "morrón". classics! you could play three tunes all for a tin nickel.

"wanna hear a tune?" chester slim asked.

"you payin'?"

"i'm not packin' any change," he replied. "you?"

"i'm floatin' boats," replied the fair-haired mill attendant. the light from the overhead lamp caught a dust mote on its journey down to the table top, and franklin froze it in his gaze as the whirring of gears shifted and turned in his head, resulting in a germ of an idea. "uh, chester slim? if you're not packin' change and i'm floatin' boats, who's paying for the delectable morsels that the fine red-haired ham hocked waitress will soon be bringing to our table?"

"hm. that's a fair and reasoned question, and far more intellectual than i ever gave you credit for." chester slim smiled brightly. " i don't believe i know the answer to that triviality. but i am sure that an opportunity to discover one will arrive at about the same time as our entrée."

just then, the bell chimed above the door, announcing the arrival of black marvin and the angels of request, a biker gang out of south diploma, indanois. "ruthie, you tothless speck-eyed wonder, look at you! c'mere and gimme a big kiss!" demanded marv.

"blow it out your northern exposure," the waitress replied as she picked up the two dinners from the pass through, placing them on a tray.

"see?" gestured chester slim. "i told you something would work out here, and yonder comes the waitress with our plates!"

"her name is ruthie!" franklin stared at the approaching waitress, appreciating her firm shape and speed. "i would have sworn she was more of an ethel!"

"that's because you want to see how premium she is!" chester slim nodded. "now, keep your mind on your morsels and listen to me. we'll have to time this just so if we're leaving here with filled bellyfuls instead of shock gun discharge running out of our derrières."

next time -- the great escape!
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