Sunday, August 27, 2006

Old Saying For The Old

"Age and wisdom will always beat out youth and exuberance."

Once upon a time, one of my nephews said to me, "I can do whatever I want to you, cause I'm young and quick, and you're old and slow."

So, I said to him, "Yes, but you cannot run forever. Eventually, you will forget. It will slip your mind. You will be in a room, and in that room there will be one door, and in that door there will be ME, AND THEN I WILL..."

"OKAY! OKAY! Stop."

Later, I heard him rustling through his closet. I went to his room, and stood in the doorway. He did not hear me coming. (They never do.) I stood in the doorway, and ... waited.

It was about two minutes, but when he felt "that feeling" he didn't know that. What made him snap around and shout in surprise was realizing that he did not realize exactly how long I had been there, but still realizing exactly how accessible he was.

I smiled, told him, "Remember this" and left.

Don't you tenderhearts out there worry. I'm the mean uncle. For him, it was downhill from there. He's in his late 20's.

Then again, my brother has just made me two BRAND NEW NEPHEWS!!!

"Satan closed my blog. He shivered, then crossed himself, forehead to sternum, shoulder to shoulder. He pushed himself away from the computer made of excrement held up by the desk made of the damned. He tortured souls that day, but gave them an hour for lunch. It was BBQ. After all, he was still Satan."

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


When I first started writing blogs, I did them just to get back into the habit of writing. Or, so I thought.

Really, if you take the time, pick a theme (of sorts), write a column regularly, put it out for the world to see... YOU WANT THE GADDAM WORLD TO SAY SOMETHING EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE.

Now, this is not going to stop me from writing. I'm just letting people that inqure "Write anything lately" that there's not a lot of motivation.

As usual, I'm sure I'm going to pay for this somehow, but I'll take negative attention over no attention. I have a folder full of outlined/half-written articles. I'm just not sure if time is a factor.

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one's there to hear it, do I still get to turn it into paper for writing?