Jill Hand
@jhandy.bsky.social
Author of the Trapnell Southern gothic humorous thriller series. Try it, you’ll like it. Getting too old for this shit, but showing up anyway. Excelsior!
Currently reading Baby Driver by the late Jan Kerouac. It’s an autobiographical novel by Jack Kerouac’s daughter. She met her famous father twice, briefly, and holy guacamole! What a life she led!
IMO she was a much better writer than her distant, disinterested dad. Read it and see what you think.
IMO she was a much better writer than her distant, disinterested dad. Read it and see what you think.
November 17, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Currently reading Baby Driver by the late Jan Kerouac. It’s an autobiographical novel by Jack Kerouac’s daughter. She met her famous father twice, briefly, and holy guacamole! What a life she led!
IMO she was a much better writer than her distant, disinterested dad. Read it and see what you think.
IMO she was a much better writer than her distant, disinterested dad. Read it and see what you think.
Naughty Polly! Here’s an odalisque’s foot. Quentin Tarantino would appreciate it.
November 14, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Naughty Polly! Here’s an odalisque’s foot. Quentin Tarantino would appreciate it.
Dick Cheney is dead. What’s everyone having for breakfast? I’m having granola.
November 4, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Dick Cheney is dead. What’s everyone having for breakfast? I’m having granola.
When I was a child, among the businesses in my town were the Rainbow Car Wash and Rainbow Carpet Cleaning.Their signage pictured a rainbow.🌈
Nobody freaked out and demanded the names be changed, claiming: tHe rAiNBow REPreSenT GoD pRoMiSe NoT to dO anOTher fLooD aNd iS nOT To bE tRIFLed WiTH!
Nobody freaked out and demanded the names be changed, claiming: tHe rAiNBow REPreSenT GoD pRoMiSe NoT to dO anOTher fLooD aNd iS nOT To bE tRIFLed WiTH!
October 23, 2025 at 4:22 PM
When I was a child, among the businesses in my town were the Rainbow Car Wash and Rainbow Carpet Cleaning.Their signage pictured a rainbow.🌈
Nobody freaked out and demanded the names be changed, claiming: tHe rAiNBow REPreSenT GoD pRoMiSe NoT to dO anOTher fLooD aNd iS nOT To bE tRIFLed WiTH!
Nobody freaked out and demanded the names be changed, claiming: tHe rAiNBow REPreSenT GoD pRoMiSe NoT to dO anOTher fLooD aNd iS nOT To bE tRIFLed WiTH!
Ten-year-old me would buy this 19.5-inch polyresin statue without hesitation and proudly display it in the front yard, for all my friends to gaze upon with envy.
I’m still tempted, but I’d want it to be life size, with animatronic movements and whinnying, galloping sounds.
I’m still tempted, but I’d want it to be life size, with animatronic movements and whinnying, galloping sounds.
October 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
Ten-year-old me would buy this 19.5-inch polyresin statue without hesitation and proudly display it in the front yard, for all my friends to gaze upon with envy.
I’m still tempted, but I’d want it to be life size, with animatronic movements and whinnying, galloping sounds.
I’m still tempted, but I’d want it to be life size, with animatronic movements and whinnying, galloping sounds.
“These chilis are very, very hot,” the waiter said.
“Be careful,” the waiter said.
“Try a tiny bite first,” the waiter said.
But did I listen?
Reader, I did not.
“Be careful,” the waiter said.
“Try a tiny bite first,” the waiter said.
But did I listen?
Reader, I did not.
October 6, 2025 at 4:47 PM
“These chilis are very, very hot,” the waiter said.
“Be careful,” the waiter said.
“Try a tiny bite first,” the waiter said.
But did I listen?
Reader, I did not.
“Be careful,” the waiter said.
“Try a tiny bite first,” the waiter said.
But did I listen?
Reader, I did not.
Saw a loon yesterday at a marina on the Navesink River. It dove under the water too fast to take a photo. They don’t often turn up as far south as New Jersey. Might be climate change, IDK.
October 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Saw a loon yesterday at a marina on the Navesink River. It dove under the water too fast to take a photo. They don’t often turn up as far south as New Jersey. Might be climate change, IDK.
Help solve a mystery
September 26, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Help solve a mystery
Crab Rangoon! I love it so.
September 25, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Crab Rangoon! I love it so.
"What the president was trying to do, in this very humorous and very unique way, was highlight how hard it is for us to forgive our enemies," the vice president said.
Yep, what a kidder, that Donny! Guy shoulda done standup. He would’ve wowed ‘em in the Poconos.
Yep, what a kidder, that Donny! Guy shoulda done standup. He would’ve wowed ‘em in the Poconos.
September 24, 2025 at 9:39 PM
"What the president was trying to do, in this very humorous and very unique way, was highlight how hard it is for us to forgive our enemies," the vice president said.
Yep, what a kidder, that Donny! Guy shoulda done standup. He would’ve wowed ‘em in the Poconos.
Yep, what a kidder, that Donny! Guy shoulda done standup. He would’ve wowed ‘em in the Poconos.
Photos strictly forbidden, they said. No picture-taking, or else, they said.
Reader, I did it anyway.
Reader, I did it anyway.
September 18, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Photos strictly forbidden, they said. No picture-taking, or else, they said.
Reader, I did it anyway.
Reader, I did it anyway.
Here’s how I imagine it went down:
Trump, at Mar-a-Lago, with some billionaires: “Ya know what the White House needs? A huge, fancy ballroom.”
The billionaires nod in agreement. Trump beckons to a server. “Bring me a Diet Coke, honey.”
She complies.
To the billionaires: “Wouldja look at that ass!”
Trump, at Mar-a-Lago, with some billionaires: “Ya know what the White House needs? A huge, fancy ballroom.”
The billionaires nod in agreement. Trump beckons to a server. “Bring me a Diet Coke, honey.”
She complies.
To the billionaires: “Wouldja look at that ass!”
September 14, 2025 at 12:42 PM
Here’s how I imagine it went down:
Trump, at Mar-a-Lago, with some billionaires: “Ya know what the White House needs? A huge, fancy ballroom.”
The billionaires nod in agreement. Trump beckons to a server. “Bring me a Diet Coke, honey.”
She complies.
To the billionaires: “Wouldja look at that ass!”
Trump, at Mar-a-Lago, with some billionaires: “Ya know what the White House needs? A huge, fancy ballroom.”
The billionaires nod in agreement. Trump beckons to a server. “Bring me a Diet Coke, honey.”
She complies.
To the billionaires: “Wouldja look at that ass!”
Song at Parting, by Raymond Chandler
He left her lying in the nude
That sultry night in May.
The neighbors thought it rather rude.
He liked her best that way.
He left a rose beside her head,
A meat-axe in her brain.
A note upon the bureau read:
‘I won’t be back again.’
He left her lying in the nude
That sultry night in May.
The neighbors thought it rather rude.
He liked her best that way.
He left a rose beside her head,
A meat-axe in her brain.
A note upon the bureau read:
‘I won’t be back again.’
September 12, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Song at Parting, by Raymond Chandler
He left her lying in the nude
That sultry night in May.
The neighbors thought it rather rude.
He liked her best that way.
He left a rose beside her head,
A meat-axe in her brain.
A note upon the bureau read:
‘I won’t be back again.’
He left her lying in the nude
That sultry night in May.
The neighbors thought it rather rude.
He liked her best that way.
He left a rose beside her head,
A meat-axe in her brain.
A note upon the bureau read:
‘I won’t be back again.’
Just a snack to hold us over until the entrées arrive
September 12, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Just a snack to hold us over until the entrées arrive
When did clowns go from being harmless entertainers beloved by children and adults alike to terrifying nightmare creatures?
I’m guessing somewhere around 1965, but why?
I’m guessing somewhere around 1965, but why?
September 10, 2025 at 7:03 PM
When did clowns go from being harmless entertainers beloved by children and adults alike to terrifying nightmare creatures?
I’m guessing somewhere around 1965, but why?
I’m guessing somewhere around 1965, but why?
My husband asked me to bring home a pecan Danish, but he doesn’t want one now, not after I texted him this pic and assured him that the object in the foreground is a pecan, not a cockroach.
September 6, 2025 at 5:08 PM
My husband asked me to bring home a pecan Danish, but he doesn’t want one now, not after I texted him this pic and assured him that the object in the foreground is a pecan, not a cockroach.
The lights are on, but nobody’s home. I ❤️ Pockets; there’s just not a lot going on upstairs.
September 4, 2025 at 2:42 PM
The lights are on, but nobody’s home. I ❤️ Pockets; there’s just not a lot going on upstairs.
It’s the time of year when Mainers anticipate the exodus of the summer complaint. It’s not some kind of seasonal illness; it refers to tourists, folks who bring much-needed money, but whose departure is cause for celebration.
My great-aunt Rosetta put it this way, “Now we can get back to nah-mul.”
My great-aunt Rosetta put it this way, “Now we can get back to nah-mul.”
September 3, 2025 at 12:55 PM
It’s the time of year when Mainers anticipate the exodus of the summer complaint. It’s not some kind of seasonal illness; it refers to tourists, folks who bring much-needed money, but whose departure is cause for celebration.
My great-aunt Rosetta put it this way, “Now we can get back to nah-mul.”
My great-aunt Rosetta put it this way, “Now we can get back to nah-mul.”
El Cid was in perfect health; his doctor said so. He was strapped to his horse for safety. Yeah, that’s it. Safety. He totally wasn’t dead. Look at him go! Would a dead man be able to ride a horse like that?
August 31, 2025 at 12:38 PM
El Cid was in perfect health; his doctor said so. He was strapped to his horse for safety. Yeah, that’s it. Safety. He totally wasn’t dead. Look at him go! Would a dead man be able to ride a horse like that?
Pockets doesn’t want anyone to watch her eat
August 25, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Pockets doesn’t want anyone to watch her eat
Had the recurring nightmare last night that I was back in high school. Not only that, it was my first day at a new school where I didn’t know anyone. Terrifying.
My heart was slamming in my chest when I woke up, convinced it was real and I had to get dressed and go wait for the bus. Yikes!
My heart was slamming in my chest when I woke up, convinced it was real and I had to get dressed and go wait for the bus. Yikes!
August 25, 2025 at 10:23 AM
Had the recurring nightmare last night that I was back in high school. Not only that, it was my first day at a new school where I didn’t know anyone. Terrifying.
My heart was slamming in my chest when I woke up, convinced it was real and I had to get dressed and go wait for the bus. Yikes!
My heart was slamming in my chest when I woke up, convinced it was real and I had to get dressed and go wait for the bus. Yikes!
And then there’s Moxie. It has a fanatical following in Maine. My dad always kept cartons of it at his house in Boothbay, but I never cottoned to it. To my palate, it tasted like Pepsi mixed with orange juice and Worcestershire sauce. #SorryNotSorry
August 24, 2025 at 2:20 PM
And then there’s Moxie. It has a fanatical following in Maine. My dad always kept cartons of it at his house in Boothbay, but I never cottoned to it. To my palate, it tasted like Pepsi mixed with orange juice and Worcestershire sauce. #SorryNotSorry