Frank D'Andrea
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You call Chris a little after 2pm. Hey, come meet me at Tricia’s, there’s a dog that needs our help. Chris shows up quicker than he’s ever shown up after a call. He must have raced across town. You and Tricia are in her back yard, looking through a gap in the chain-linked fence.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Petlife
Zen and the Art of Not Listening
Juxtapose (or, just suppose) that I already know we don’t know each other. But lately, I’ve been thinking about wavelengths, that is, how to get on someone else’s – how to get someone else onto my own. With deep, old friends, you can share a movie quote or a shared anecdote and SNAP into a relatable true moment. But what about a complete stranger? That’s what I’m offering up here today – an ordinary playlist but also an opportunity.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Futurism
If you’ll have what SHE’s having, THEN…
If you liked “When Harry Met Sally,” you’ll LOVE “Glengarry Glen Ross.” This recommendation is not sarcastic or facetious. These two films have qualities that make them completely compatible for your friends and loved ones even though the films may seem totally incongruent at first glance. In fact, there are four ingredients to the formula that you can reuse to make excellent recommendations like this in the future.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Geeks
What color. Was. The Blood?
Mom, Up until recently, you’ve been the “bad guy” in my stories. You probably knew this already and you could have really given a shit. However, from here on out, I’m recasting in the light of the superhero character you deserve to be. I’m going to stop referring to you as a vampire, even though I’m pretty sure that your longevity is directly related to drinking the blood of the young. I’ll stop calling you a Terminator too, even though you have more titanium prostheses holding you together than Ashley Judd. You could give two shits either way, but I thought you should know.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Families
Big Sexy Satan
Night one. This man has ample pizzazz I was skulking. My middle finger fingered the magic mouse down and slick past my sister’s kids, past the third attempt by my college buddies to reach me for their ungodly too-many-years reunion. And then there he was. There was no punctuation and the diagram spoke for itself. He had a “functioning Inner Moxie coil” and “Hustle emitters.” It was clear he “deflects funk” and has “distal panache shafts.” It was clear this man had it all. It was clear that, I did not. But could I buy him? I don’t buy things on impulse. I don’t fall for the click-bait. Then I closed my laptop, dejectedly.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Filthy
Scrod
There’s no such thing as scrod. I said it plainly but respectfully so that no one at the Captain’s Patter could hear me but the frazzled old woman in sandy yellow at the counter could hear me. She looked like a mother lion in librarian glasses. She was not having any of it.
By Frank D'Andrea3 years ago in Humans