Two Irish Bugs Walk Into a Diner.

Good Morning everyone. Look at this. Marty and George have the same mannerisms. How cute! They could be sitting down, head scratching twins! They're so deep into their head scratching that Marty doesn't even notice that he is sitting next to his own teen aged father!

I don't think my father and I have any of the same mannerisms. However, when we were on safari together last summer, the guide did tell us that we had the same form when we shot rhinos! And when we hi-fived afterwards we looked like a mirror image. So maybe we have some of the same mannerisms.

I wonder if coffee tasted differently in the 1950's? Is it comparable to today? Did the recipe some how change over time? What about Dr. Pepper? More pepper? Less pepper?

Helping Hand

Biff's goons are jerks!

Let's Dance.

This is a very nice scene. George and Loraine are finally dancing, getting ready to kiss, preserving Marty's fate. How nice. But, are you sure George? You sure you don't want to play the field a little longer? You are really going to marry the first girl you dance with? I can remember the first girl I danced with and I am really glad I didn't end up marrying her! She had an extremely large forehead. It was unnatural. It wasn't quite as large as a billboard, but I am pretty sure you could have hid a time travelling Delorean behind it! She looked like Ken Griffey Jr. in that episode of the Simpsons when he was inflicted by gigantism.

I don't actually think she was the first girl I ever danced with, but she definitely wins the award for "most likely to join the circus". I hope she isn't a reader of this blog! That would be awkward. And for all readers of this blog who I have danced with, you were great. If I haven't danced with you yet, I owe you one. Just come find me at the next formal we are at together.

The Car is Behind Here.

So, here we are. The time machine has stopped running as soon as Marty arrives in 1955. I think it's just a little tuckered out. It probably needs a nap after a long trip. Marty, still coming to grips with the fact that he is stuck in the past decides to hide the Delorean behind a billboard. I guess that's a good hiding place. Nobody will see it there. Unless they're coming in the opposite direction! Time for plan B. You better cover it up with some shrubs Marty! Good job. I can think of at least three better hiding places. But I am not going to tell you what they are. I don't want you finding my secret stash of E L Fudge cookies. Boy, those little elves can make a mean snack food product!

From Tragedy to Triumph

Hey it's Tomorrow! Here is another scene that doesn't actually happen in the movie. But I felt so bad for Marty and Jennifer that I drew them at the lake. They deserve some quality time together. That's the moon in the top left not a bowling ball! Could you imagine bowling with the moon as a ball? Just think about how big the pins would have to be? Yikes.

The Great Lake Tragedy

Good morning! This picture depicts Marty and his girlfriend Jennifer just hanging out in the town square talking about their plans for the weekend. They are going to the lake together. Sounds like fun! Unwholesome, but fun. Jennifer is worried about what Mrs. McFly might think. I wouldn't worry about that Jennifer. Just enjoy yourself. There will always be haters in your life. Just ignore them.

Overall BTTF is a pretty light hearted-fun movie. I think the big tragedy of the BTTF saga is that Jennifer and Marty never make it to the lake. First Biff wrecks the family car, so, no lake. Then at the end of the movie they are getting ready to go until Doc swoops in and tells them that their kids turn into A-holes, so again, no lake. It really is a shame. Tragic. Marty deserves a lake trip with a pretty girl more than anybody else in history. Except for maybe Norman Schwarzkopf.

The second tragedy of the film is that Jennifer's arms have no bones.

Notice that Marty is sitting on top of bench in this scene. I think the Director shot the scene in this way because Michael J Fox is short.

Incidentally I am taking a girl named Jennifer to a lake(The Atlantic Ocean) this evening in a new car. How coincidental is that! It's not really since I chose to do this drawing today. How Coordinated is that! That's more like it. I hope nothing comes up and prevents me from going to the lake! So, since I'll be gone tomorrow, I am going to make tomorrows post this evening. Just ignore it until tomorrow. Or look at it tonight. I don't care what you do. Just don't present me with any opportunities to time travel between now and seven pm!

Ketchup! Ketchup! Catch Up!

This scene isn't in the movie. I made it up. I do that sometimes. It keeps things fun for me. And hopefully for you too. Anyhow, imagine this if you can, The Libyans shoot Doc, Marty jumps out and yells "No. You bastards!" Now when they start chasing him and shooting at him wouldn't it be great if Marty just grabbed onto the back of the Libyans van! They'd just drive in tight little circles trying to catch him! It would be like a dog chasing his own tail. Or the Key Stone Cops. The guy shooting would just have a confused look on his face. The guy driving would be all angry hitting the wheel over and over. Meanwhile Marty would be looking all Parker Lewis. In the background they'd be playing the music from the Hot Dog Race at the baseball game. This scene would be amazing... One can dream...