“Keep to thy stillness, good sir, I beseech thee; my magickal scrivening device captures the stern visage of the patriarch of House Weir!” … “What now?” “Stop moving or the picture won’t come out right.” “Ah. Hey, uh, loving the show. Great stuff. Everyone tells me I’m a Miranda.” “That’s Sex in the City, Bobby.” “And … Continue reading Big R.R. Blues