Get your bearings. Pack a pipe. Have a seat.
We offer half-hearted apologisticalisms for our limited public presence over these last few murderously-scorching months -- but fear not: as ever, we've been toiling deep in the salt mines of Mimscountry to conjure up new and better material for YOU - the überfans - to be unleashed within twelve days or so.
...and we well know that we are overdue for a post, herein. There's just been ever so much to clean and prepare in anticipation of The Brothers' return.... and, now -- here you are!
It truly does require a one-stream, "upchannel" approach.
So: since our sketches were prepaid enough to "predict" Sandusky, and then "Bat-Man" -- I shall forever find myself in your warming shadow.
With *this* [it is hoped], we aim to find the Balance and Sanity that have been lost over centuries. Coming quite soon:
It Is Coming;
After a greatly-attended and well-received "premiere" at the Create Denver evet last month (along with other shorts produced locally) - we trimmed our unsightly toenails and managed to place it here on the "SPLASH" page, as our [former] Consultant called it.
Let us know -- we we're rather on the fence; not *everything* can be a Home Run, you know.
I mean, besides that "All Things are a Home Run" Tournament in Baltimore.
Dive into the Onion and weep:
Four hours to the desert, traveling in earth-destroying style. Justin Bieber and Nazareth on the stereo and one foul-smelling hot dog.
Four hours home from the desert - two Mims covered in dirt, hairspray and sweat, one three-hour argument about why Mims can't let opera into his heart, and another freaky-smelling hot dog.
That's paradise, bitches.
[the return-trip offending meat item was in reality a fried chicken sandwich - Ed.]
There's more to Chew On - click on our "Mimscribs" page and take shelter in our Blog Cabin.
The Mims Brothers