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@6-string-theory.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 2:40 PM

#FumettiFriday #MonthOfMonsters Say what you want about Hammer Films, they never let a chance for product placement go by.

[A tense scene in burial vault, as a man prepares to pound a wooden stake into the well-upholstered chestal area of a female vampire.]

Man: Diedre, I know it's a well-worn cliché, but I want you to know this hurts me more than it hurts you ... and since this is a Hammer film, I shall ruminate for an extra minute or two while the camera lingers on your impressive decollétage.
Diedre: Don't do me any favors, you randy little tosser. A stake through me 'eart beats 'avin' to listen to your *pathetic* whinging.

@6-string-theory.bsky.social Oct 5, 2026, 11:43 PM

Thanks! I started posting these little abominations of mine on the platform formerly known as Twitter in 2015. Since jumping over to Bluesky, I usually just do #FumettiFriday, but October is special.

@6-string-theory.bsky.social Oct 2, 2026, 2:31 PM

#FumettiFriday #MonthOfMonsters Let the right one in. Please!

[The Wolf Man (AKA Lawrence Talbot) is knocking on the bathroom door while looking over his shoulder.]

Wolf Man: Honey? You've been in there for kind of a long time ... I don't know if you noticed, but I've had three beers this evening, and this *is* our only bathroom.
Mrs. Talbot: So use the damned fire hydrant again, Mr. "Poor-Me-I-Got-the-Lycanthropy."
Wolf Man: Yeah, no can do ... the streetlight's come on, and the Gundersons are sitting out on their front porch.

@6-string-theory.bsky.social Sep 25, 2026, 2:03 PM

#FumettiFriday Wishing everyone a happy 9/25.
Remember, there are *lots* of ways to earn a living.

[Black & white image of two men in a hallway; one is speaking on a public telephone as his comrade looks on.]
Gerald [on phone]: Hello, Frieda? It's me Gerald. No, I'm out on parole. Listen, what about getting the gang together for one last job? You're a what? A hedge fund manager? Well, when did *that* happen? Wow ... So that's a "no" to the whole life-of-crime thingie? All right. But could I still see you?
Other guy: Ask if she's got a friend for me.
Gerald: Oh, and d'you remember my old pal, "Dateless" Duane?

@6-string-theory.bsky.social Sep 18, 2026, 2:46 PM

#FumettiFriday Dress for the job you want

[Black and white image of three people in the back room of a German beerhall. One, an *apparent* blonde female, wears a dirndl and a pensive expression. Behind them, standing rather too close, a mustachioed older man is fastening on a necklace. And finally, on the right, a scowling fellow in a sort of military tunic. There is a cake with candles in the foreground. The plot, like lumpy gravy, thickens ...]

Blonde Person: Say, you're not gonna try havin' me jump outta that cake, are you? 'Cause I'm hyperglycemic.
Mustachioed Man: Fear not, *liebchen,* all you have to do is dance a bit, sing a few songs ...
Scowling guy: Give it up, Ernst. No one's going to believe *he's* the fan dancer.
Mustachioed Man: *Ach,* ye of little faith! With some strategic upholstery, he will be most convincing. I'll just add this finishing touch ... There! *Ausgezeichnet!*
Now let us get busy! That dirndl has to be back by six!

@6-string-theory.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 3:00 PM

#FumettiFriday Helicopter parenting, the "Blackhawk Down" version.

[Black and white image of a tense scene in the office of a Russian oligarch. He is gesturing menacingly at his daughter and her beau, who are huddled together.]

Oligarch: Fyodor, I have told you to be staying the hell away from my daughter!
Daughter: Is no use trying to keep us apart, papa. Our love, it is steadfast!
Oligarch: *Da neuzheli?* What will your "steadfast" young man say when I offer to pay him 25,000 rubles to *get lost?*
Fyodor: Your obscene wealth doesn't intimidate *me,* Sergei. I'd say I prefer it in small denominations, with non-sequential serial numbers.

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