Pterror in New York

These foul weathered days being what they are, one of the only civilized things to do is to stay in, curtains drawn more than usual and lounge about, reading and listening to music, doing a little or no work here and there, and daydreaming more than ever.  Today finds me after a grueling walk to the post office and supermarket back in the cozy confines of the thrice blasting air conditioned studio listening to the ethereal strains of piano as played by Clara Haskil and delighting in the Parisian comic book fantasies of Jacques Tardi- in particular the recently collected edition (The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec) featuring "Pterror Over Paris" and "The Eiffel Tower Demon".   Those like myself who have a weakness for the pterodactyl will surely find some pleasure in its depictions.  Not only that, but the atmosphere and time period (early 20th century) are quite wonderful.

pterrorizing and in ptop pform

As a side note, not just out of curiosity I do wonder how people were able to wear suits year round.  This particular day, for example, I would like to hear some voices from the past.