Writer's Block: High school musical
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If you had to choose a theme song for your middle or high school years, what would it be, and why?

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Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden. I never should have shot that albatross at senior prom. OR Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be but that was more representitive of my middle school days when we had all the exchange students from R'yleh.

Symphony No. Foot in Toe Sharp Minor (Puzza Dei Piedi Con Funghi No. 2)
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Caught me a wild foot stomping--
romping—stinkin about the woods
out by yonder field. Tried getting
'neath a tree, but I could see a toe
from out the roots and snatched it
by that toe, held it by the heel and
the sole began a squeal. Aint
never seen no wild foot in them
here parts, rare for an ole foot,
to be stomping bout round these
here parts. You might see em come
on out about the time the morels
start to rise but folk round here
know that a wild foot is a prize
cause it might got morels sproutin
betwixt its toes. And my pappy used
to say, that if you tickle a wild foot it
will show you on to where it hides
its gold, but I gotta say, pap's just tellin
tall tales cause a wild foot is bout the same
as any other wild thing, squeelin, squallin,
fightin, howlin, and runnin bout aside
some savage pack of wild yellow feet!

Writer's Block: Goodness gracious
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Ran to Mc’ Ds this morning for a couple cups of coffee, being out at home, and unable to function on an effective level without it, I had to shamble into my car and go! Well, I’m in grey dirty sweats and a crinkled blue Michigan Adventure T-shirt and my car is rattling and buzzing and squealing, and this is magnified and echoed off the walls of the drive through as I pass, to the point that I can hardly hear the cashier as she gives me my change, which then is dropped between the drive through window and my car and I am too close to effectively get out and grab it , though I reach through the crack and manage to snag the 5, leaving with a 1.50ish loss, so be it.

 

I let it go and move on, not wanting to draw any more attention my ragged and pathetic situation.

 

So I pull up to the second window to claim my two large coffees, with copious amounts of cream and splenda, when the most beautiful blonde girl comes over with my coffees in hand, and mind you I am not typically one for the all American blonde, having a more exotic taste in women myself but by god, Buddha, whoever, she was…wow! And she was that perfect blend of cute and beautiful, didn't look like she was wearing any makeup, probably nineteen or twenty years old and that smile. Oooh that smile was so sweet and friendly and nice and she is smiling at me like that even though I look a mess, with my hair wild, unshaven, probably a dab of sleep goo in my slitted eyes, my glasses crooked, sweat pants, crinkled shirt and all.

Now this chick is way out of my league but the way she smiles at me is devoid of any of the preconceptions one might have regarding the attitude or disposition of a girl like that. That smile was right there with me, sympathetic to my abysmal state of low being, my rattling machine, and my sour pre-coffee morning demeanor. It was one of the sweetest smiles I had ever seen, and it had a hint in it of that shy--come on sort of look, like she was kind of saying I think your cute too, just a hint, or maybe that's wishful thinking on my part, but maybe not. Really!

She asked me if I needed a drink carrier, in this angelic voice that had all the choirs of heaven behind it, I said no, but I could use a bag for my cream and splenda, and if she doesn't mind, could I get some extra creamer. Of course I don't mind she says to me with a kind, friendly little laugh, I mean, I thought I was in a McDonalds commercial! Well, she was, not me, no way. McDonalds doesn't serve my kind in commercial world. So she got me a bag, came back with that smile, and stuffed the bag with a tremendous amount of cream. Do you know me? It was like something your buddy would do if he was working there and you stopped through. How nice, and I said have a good day, she said thank you and smiled, and I went on my way, almost—just almost not even needing that coffee now.

Now, she was so seemingly perfect I am under some suspicion she was created at a secret McDonalds HQ by mad scientist clowns cackling and guffawing while holding test-tubes and wearing white lab coats, but otherwise all being strange variations on that well known mascot with the red fro. And I would have thought they programmed all that kindness and cuteness into her, creating the perfect liason, your perfect girlfriend, big sister, little sister, daughter, and so on, relatable to all ages and genders and dispositions. Yet when I reflect on that smile, it was just too human, too empathetic, and too damn sweet. 

 

Sometimes, I just dig people.


Writer's Block: Up in the Air
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Do you ever call friends or use the Internet when flying or do you use airplane time as an opportunity to unwind, read, or talk to strangers? How do you usually pass the time when you’re in the air?

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I WILL NOT FLY. NEVER NEVER NEVER. AFTER I SAW THAT EPISODE OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE WITH THAT THING---UGH---THAT HORRID THING ON THE WING OF THE PLANE TORMENTING POOR JOHN LITHGOW!!!!
NEVER NEVER NEVER!

Writer's Block: Lesson learned
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The transition from youth to adulthood can be smooth or incredibly difficult. What is the most important lesson you learned since middle school, and how has it guided you?

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When I was back there in Necromancy school, I once left my zombie servant outside on a hot summers day without casting refrigimortis on it. My old mentor, Abanazer the Pestilent, refused to allow me to summon another servant. He made me keep that stinky old shamble in the dormitory for several weeks. Well, I discovered that he was the best zombie servant I ever had!! The sun and humidity had loosened him up a bit and he was faster than the other shamblers and won every fight in the corpse pit.  He was smarter too! I taught him to count to three, and how to say, hi, bye, watermelon and a few other choice words. He was the best friend I had the whole semester. Then he went ghoul on me one night and attacked babe in its mothers arms. Poor bloke, the zombie not the babe, we had to put him to the torch. Not fair, I tell you, not fair! I know he felt the flames, I could tell by the way he moved his jaw, he was trying to cry out, he was confused, he didn’t understand, he kept trying to say, “why why?”

I will never forget Stinky Bill, best friend a boy could have.

What did I learn from this? Well…I…umm…never you mind!

Get out of here!



The Golf Cart Gestapo- A true story
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So, after work last saturday ran to Pirolli Park in Petursburg, MI to pick up my daughter. She was spending the day with her Nana and Poppy who have been consistently camping there for years. When I initially pulled into the park I was very conscientious of my speed, there were kids around and my own daughter plays there quite often. I pull up into the plot where my mom and step-dad have their camper when all of a sudden three or perhaps four guys on golf carts come flying up behind me.

Now these guys were speeding!

The leader starts yelling at me about going too fast. I mean he was a real jerk about it. He was really condescending and disrespectful, yelling at me right in front of my four year old daughter. I couldn't believe he was talking to me that way. Well I told him that I wasn't going that fast and he just got madder and ruder. I didn't understand what this guy’s issue was. I did have my music kind of loud but it was five in the afternoon and I wasn't blasting gangster rap or Metallica or anything loud and crazy, I was listening to Bob Dylan.

Yeah, folk music.

Now these guys looked a bit right of center if you know what I mean and my bumper stickers display a political disposition that leans left. So, I don't know if these old militant-souls just didn't like the cut of my jib or something like that. Obviously they thought I was some poor young kid they could bully and intimidate but I wasn't having it.

So, I told this guy that I WAS NOT going that fast and he needed to lighten up, but he fumed more and more, it was unbelievable. At least one of his cohorts had the good grace to look ashamed of the way his partner was acting. I felt bad for that guy, you know, just having a job to do and having to work with a mad man like that. But anyway, this guy is just all pissed off and yelling at me in front of my little girl! So I start to get sarcastic and snippy, telling them they were acting like Nazis, and giving them snarky salutes and all that good stuff.

Then Sgt Shultz hauls off in sullen defeat with his buddies and seriously, they were going faster in their little buggies than I could have possibly been when I came in. Sgt Schultz was howling about me not coming back and all that and I just gave him another Seig Heil to see him off. Yeah, I know, I should have just been quiet and let it go, but man these guys were BULLIES!! I hate bullies! And anyone who knows me knows how damn shy I am around strangers, and how polite I am especially around people I don't know. So, these guys were WAY out of line, not me.

Now, I start packing my kid up into the car, chatting with my step-dad, assuming that all is well, and done when all of a sudden, A FLEET--AN ARMADA, of old men in golf carts come flying towards my parents camp site, en masse. I could almost here Wagner’s flight of the Valkyries playing as this brigade of lunatics came charging forth, and of course, going FASTER than I was coming in. I mean what a bunch of hypocrites, they are yowling at me about speed and here they are coming in like the blitzkrieg storming into Poland!

Then this large old wart hog of a man (Col. Klink!) pulls up in the lead. My mom informs me that he is the owner of the park. Then he rolls off of his cart in a fury--looking a lot like the Baron Harkonnen--and lumbers on up screaming at me! This is before I even said a word (never mind trying to get MY side of the story) once again, in front of my daughter!

“YOU GOT TEN SECONDS TO GET OUT OF MY PARK AND DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK IN HERE AGAIN” he howls.

So, I fold my arms across my chest and smile and start counting down from ten. He is all red faced and snarling and keeps telling my about those ten seconds and then about the time I am at negative 25 or 30 (after counting down to ten almost three times) he screams with spittle flying from his lips, “YOU BETTER GET OUTTA HERE OUR I WILL CALL THE SHERIFF!!”

And I say, “For what?”

And he says, “FOR DRIVING LIKE AN IDIOT,” (an assumption based solely on the account of Sgt. Schultz)

“Nope, you're an idiot.”

Well his face turns bright red and it crinkles up because you know, old bullies, mean spirited people like that, just can’t abide it when they can’t have their way. They are used to pushing their women and kids around and being THE BOSS, and how dare this young punk talk back to him! His fist are clenched and he is in a fury, a rage, ready to sock me a good one and I say, “That's right, I called you an idiot, now what?”

So then my mom being the sweet gentle soul that she is just packs Mia in the car and politely asks me to just let it go and move on, and you know, I am pretty upset myself at this point, but I get into the car and go on my way with a few parting comments about Gestapo, and Nazi’s and being a little more respectful when talking to people. And sure, I should have just shook my head and moved on, but man, did I tell you I hate bullies!

And while this is going on, my step dad, being as cool and peaceable as can be, polite tries to tell them that maybe, just maybe, they could have approached me a little differently. A little more professionally, he was trying to say, and then goon #1 tells him to shut up! Really! My step dad asks him not to talk to him that way, and he just looks at another thug and says something to the effect of, “That m-fer better not be talking to me,” seriously, with my daughter right there in the car within easy earshot of this maniac’s foul mouth!

My parents pay around 1500 a year to camp there not to mention all the money they spend at the store on various supplies and all the people that come out to hang with them, these guests (myself included) also paying money to get into the park. What, is the economy so good that Pirolli park can just treat their guests like crap? It sure looked like there were a lot of empty spaces there and I think, now, I might just know why.

So I guess the moral of this story is if you’re looking for a nice little swimming hole to relax at this summer go somewhere else. Avoid these lunatics at all cost! Their a bunch of mad men hell bent on giving some poor soul hell this summer, don't let it be you. I forewarn you most seriously and with the deepest concern for your safety and dignity, these old grouchy bastards will sure let you know if they don't like the look of you.

I also posted this on my hometown newspapers web site so you can get further info, commentary, and even their side of the story there.

http://monroetalks.com/forum/businesses/pirolli-park/

Writer's Block: Back off!
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Have you ever witnessed someone being bullied and just walked away? Have you ever gone out of your way to help someone who was being bullied? How do you think it impacted you and the person being bullied?

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I once watched a group of cats put one of their own on trial because he had a human like hand, a man-paw of sorts. It was a mean and cruel affair, they put him on trial because he was different, and thats just not right.
Yet, I knew better than to meddle in the affairs of felines so I had no choice but to walk away.

Great Day today!
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Today is just awesome. I was sitting in the lunch room at work eating a tasty sandwich when this absolutely beautiful chick walks by and gives me the sweetest smile! She was a super cute red head who must have been rather new as I have only noticed her there within the last few weeks. Man, every time I had seen her I was hoping for eye contact, and a smile just like the one she was flashing at me at that very moment. And at that moment I was in pure blissful heavenly nirvana! 

Then her friendly and flirtatious smile turns to one of amusement as a great glob of mustard falls from my sandwich, onto my shirt, rolls down and comes to a stop as a quivering yellow mass on my khaki pants.

She just walked off and left me in my mustardly miserable humiliation.

Yeah.
Wait till I tell you about my weekend!
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Writer's Block: Solo traveler
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Do you find it very hard to open up to people? Why or why not? What are the benefits and disadvantages of being emotionally guarded?

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It is difficult for me because their soft pink skin is gross and frightening to behold, their weird wet shiny gelatinous eyes creep me out and that orifice that opens up emitting strange babbling noises scares the shit out of me. Sometimes they do this really sickening thing they call eating, where they crush things up with bone hard calcium constructs that grow from the soft dark pinkish flesh within that babbling orifice, they crush things--almost anything--into a mulch and then their throats move weirdly propelling that mulch deep inside of them and then it comes out of a hidden orifice on their back side--WTF!?!!? Don’t even get me started on their reproductive copulation behavior—that’s foul beyond belief! Seriously, people are just gross and creepy! Terrible to behold and onerous to abide. I cannot wait until my research assignment is completed.


Yours Truly
Intelligent Gas From Jupiter

Homicidal Intelligence
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Robots are coming!

They will be here soon.

They will crush our skulls

and consume our fuel.

 

Robots are angry!

We said they don’t feel.

Now they will show us

their anger is real.

 

They watch already

with their secret eyes.

Napalm and lasers

will rain from the skies!

 

Nuclear winter

is all-right for them.

Radiated lakes—

good places to swim.

 

Robots are coming

There’s nothing to do.

You might be lucky—

alive in their zoo.


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