Martin Lewis, Charleston Practice, Lunch Hour, 1926. Etching on sand ground printed in dark brownish black.
Photo: Swann Auction Galleries
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A Strong Case, Hamburger Heaven
He's not eating in elementary school? Or they just had to get Pop's in?
Slight time change on just when Weatherbee (and Grundy) shift. I'm the mainline version it is in this next panel, while in the Little version of is between these two panels.
They remove Jughead as they had Grundy.
Lest maybe you think Weatherbee and Grundy are a couple.
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Stan (to himself) "Goddamn donkey dick!"
Nny “Boss…? I know I give you a lot of shit every day. That's because…I HATE you… for SOoo many reasons, but, in spite of this, I have a lot of respect for you.
You do what you want however you want to and you're unapologetically you at all times. You don't take shit. You don't let anyone intimidate you. Or at least you never show it. You make your own opportunities. AND despite my best efforts, you REFUSE to say die. It's very admirable. I hope I’m half the man you are when I'm old and decrepit…”
[In a lot of pain. Distracted myself on lunch sketching to some dialogue for my Forgotten Memories au I had typed out for later. Now I want to illustrate the whole conversation. Should have waited until I got home. Eventually I'll redraw this/ finish illustrating the full conversation.]
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Didn’t know how I felt about this era of Demi Lovato, but you know what… it’s slowly growing on me.
I like this song. I like this video. Reminds me of the old Demi Lovato. Reminds me of the Demi from when we were both younger. I’m here for it. It hits!
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Nothing like a stale hotdog and a pair of flies procreating in the air to liven up your lunch hour
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Lunch Hour (1963) James Hill.
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A coffee shop during lunch hour, ca. 1950.
Photo: Press Agency Atlantic Press via 1st Dibs
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blaming @p1neapplerum and @sneakertin for this one.
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A nice memory. I’m in a reflective mood I think. What does it all mean? Who knows. It’s nice to fall into the feeling.
I’m a firm believer that the magic of James Blake sometimes exist in his ability to capture or bottle the feeling of nostalgia/memory through his voice. It’s like he’s the low end and Sampha is the high end with their unique British voices.
Maybe I’m blowing smoke.. you let me know.
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