Motorcycle at midnight, interlude

I gun my motorcycle

I gun my motorcycle

I gun my motorcycle

I gun my mo-tor-cycle

At midnight

Chorus from the indie hit single, “Midnight Motorcycle,” by Jax Highfeather-Featherton, Pealed-Zero Records, 2010.

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.

Toothbrush, interlude

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.

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.