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.
..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.
The old toothbrush sat on his throne and contemplated what to do. He sat in his lofty castle with its dark halls and brooded over the sounds his troops made.
Screams of terror could be heard from far away. Looming footsteps shook the ground; followed by a sound not of this earth. Steal bent back in loud complaint.
“The east towers have fallen, sire,” said the aid.
“Form ranks,” said the toothbrush, “Let every man who can fight prove himself.”
Messengers were sent to relay the last orders of the old toothbrush. He chose to go out fighting. The three months that had been declared the law of the land for each toothbrush to reign, and then give up the throne, had gone. It was now the sixth month and a new toothbrush had yet to show.
“Send the order for every man for himself,” said the old toothbrush, “We will not let our kingdom go into decay.”
They were empty words. The old toothbrush knew his abilities were lax. Were it not for floss and mouthwash the kingdom would be lost. There had to be hope. The dental appointment would arrive soon and with it a new toothbrush.
–From the book of short stories, “I Am Lettuce, Who Are You?”
Excerpt from the short story, “When Medieval Fantasy Meets Modern Dentistry” by Hudson Jamison Toaster-Tabby, submitted June, 1983. Arthur T. Pearl-Lion Publishers, inc, Topeka, KS.
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.
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.
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.
I’m busy on Mondays and weekends since volunteering has taken up those days that used to be my free time, used for writing/ watching shows via computer.
Tuesday has become reserved for baking Cheesecake for Wednesday.
It seems Thursday is the only real time I have to write my novel, which has taken a back seat for activities that supposedly are more important and will get me a job.
–from an interview with an anonymous author about the struggles of writing and real life.
Recorded February 14, 1988.
What affects my health?
The Food City in Brainerd closed down because some bigwig in Illinois wanted too much for rent.
There is no promise another grocery will replace it, and other stores surrounding it are jeopardized by the sudden loss of business.
The Food City on Ringgold road is smaller than the Brainerd store and the head manager is neither as nice nor willing to order items not in stock like the people in Brainerd.
Plus, they recently stopped carrying Wondra Flour. When asked, the manager even doubted they ever carried it, when I bought it last week.
I’ve been relying on specific name brands for my baking and then suddenly the stores closest to me shut down or stop carrying what I need to be productive, while modern day Robber Barons far away get away with a scandal that affects the common people like me.
–quote from a local customer at a local grocery store, targeted to participate in a survey of 200 people concerning what affects their health within the last month. Recorded Wednesday June 24, 1989.
We take a coffee cake recipe from 1974 and, using today’s cooking methods, make it for people in 2018.
The majority of the people who eat the coffee cake won’t know it’s from 1974. I’m betting those who were around back then won’t know either.
It’s a beautiful plan, friend. Time won’t know it’s getting stolen, a wonderful paradox.
–from a secret phone conversation between known time thieves, looking to steal paradoxical fragments from the year 1974.