Vs. Weather, interlude

A thousand miles above the earth, his jet propelled suit took him above the storm. The friends and family below were counting on him, lest they too be swept away.

It would not be an easy fight. Flashes of lightning greeted him when the culprit of the storm saw him. Appearing in the form of a gentleman from the Old West, it had an expression of surprise and reacted with offense.

The storm’s behavior was just what was needed. The suit drew power from the lightning strikes and then directed them back at the storm. The “reverse polarity” of the was enough to dispel the storm’s aggression.

Dark clouds released their rain, but the strong winds began to blow the storm out to sea. The gentleman rode out to the east, away from its preferred target, to search for easier prey.

–from “The life and times of John Zoeldune, aka. Mr. Squeaky” synopsis: an ex fighter pilot acquires a flight suit shaped like the fat harlequin squeaky dolls of his childhood.

Fantana-Goldfish Publishers, Inc. First edition ca. 2008, Topeka, KS

Cap, interlude

If I could make these for a living I’d do it. Doesn’t even have to be Marvel’s Captain America. It could be anyone so long as it’s humanoid. And made from an unconventional medium, like paper towel, foil or sticky notes.

This may not be anything to look at, it may need practice; and even need to be an art medium that doesn’t wilt in water so easily. I’ve been making paper men since my childhood and feel like this is a positive turn in a monetary direction.

–from former lawyer Marcus “Yancy” Templeton-Hatchback, from an online interview August 2016.

Mr. Templeton-Hatchback has since made a lucrative business selling his fan art at comic conventions nationwide. Because of the nature of the material from which the sculptures are made, Mr. Templeton-Hatchback’s works are considered highly sought after.

Concerning anti-firearms supporters, interlude

..So. Excuse me, I’m eating and not my usual self, let me get this straight, tell me again. When you want all guns banned….You’re basically suggesting that gun owners all go learn unarmed combat, in such a way that they can disarm people who are armed? …I enjoy action movies like the next guy, but how realistic is this statement?

—from “Nonviolent Philosophy of the Little Frog on My Window” by Ray Jenkins-Tuesday, P. h. d. Ca. May 1991.

The short story was a thin coverup for anti-gun activists views. It was widely popular/controversial in its time and even influenced gun laws in sixteen states.

In an ironic twist, Dr. Jenkins-Tuesday later changed his views of gun ownership when his young son was killed by an armed assailant during a home invasion incident.

Pumpkin Cheesecake, interlude

Pumpkin Pie got angry

and turned into a monstrosity

twice its normal size

and put on armor

made from brown sugar,

butter and walnuts.

Going Blank, interlude

My mom, who runs Rubiescorner.wordpress.com, is always on her blog. She has 1000 plus followers and the blog is her pride and joy.

As of today she cannot write a new post. The screen turns white and not even reloading can fix it. She says it started when she clicked on an update.

The research says it’s a plug-in problem, but it’s a free account which has no serious plugins.

I’m writing on my account and don’t have the problem. I don’t have 1000 plus followers either.

Here’s to hoping this will get ironed out. Here’s to waiting and seeing if things will be better tomorrow.

Anyhow, I’m writing because I cannot get sleep or peace if rubiescorner’s blog is batty. Please help.

From Sleepy Nightowl Jenkins McKenzie, November 16, 2018, in an email to WordPress administrators.

Rainy Wednesday, interlude

I’ve had a cold since at least Saturday, starting with a frog in my throat, and have been fighting the symptoms with vitamin C.

A slice of lemon and honey in green tea have been my constant friends, when I can remember them.

Yesterday was my last day to volunteer for the Tennessee Republican Party. I had a cold, but chose to go anyway.

At the store I bought a non-drowsy cold medicine, but still had to deal with brain fog.

The day went by rather fast with little problem, other than my bladder giving me a hard time.

Bladder has been intimate friends with my nerves since I started volunteering back in September.

The young man who is more or less in charge of volunteers will go back to his home in Colorado on Thursday, since Midterms are over.

I was supposed to help by phone banking until California until 11 p.m. e.s.t. but it didn’t happen.

—from an interview with Ctfarc Isaacson on November 7, 2018.

Rally, interlude

So I’ve volunteered since mid-September and made the list to also volunteer tonight for the Trump rally in Chattanooga, TN.

Breakfast was the only meal I had until after 10 pm tonight, didn’t have time to buy the junk food at a concession stand.

My lower back and feet hurt from standing for seven plus hours—-but it melted away when I was able to be active and pass out signs.

I had to resist dozens of people, just to deliver the signs to people sitting in their seats.

It took three times to get it right. The third time I held onto the signs like a football, cradling them as a huge stack in my arms.

It was like dealing with small children; they all wanted specific signs and carped when I resisted them, but I had a job to do.

Of the six or so volunteers told they may be on TV, I was the one selected to come sit on the front row behind President Trump.

Except it wasn’t totally behind him; When you watch tonight’s rally, if you look to the far left, when the camera does a wide shot, you’ll see me in a red flannel shirt and red hat.

—from an interview with Tarcf Isaacson on Sunday November 4, 2018.