On Staniel
on a red hill
Two weeks ago, little staniel winged his way over to Oregon for the 9th Annual H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival - details coming soon, I swear - and sundry other diversions. I had a pretty easy time finding him in Eugene's small airport - he was the first person to get off the plane dressed all in black and discreetly craning his neck - so I didn't get to break out my homemade "US OUT OF STANIEL" sign.
My sister later said that he looked eerily like the young Russ Tamblyn, so much so that she was petrified with fear when he made musical mention of being a Jet all the way, but what struck me the most about him was his teeth.
Staniel has the best teeth I have ever witnessed in person. Not counting, that is, my first week working as a nursing assistant when I kept wondering why all the old people had such straight, white and uniform teeth. That was different. Extensive observation
It also turns out that he can sing just like a rare and precious bird. [387 KB]
(There's more, but I'm having a bit of a time uploading right now.)