Ya never know what you'll get from New Years Celebrations...

A long time ago in a city far, far away....A small Wookiee was spewed forth into this world.

Yup, it's my Birthday! I've done the usual Birthday stuff today, slept late, watched Star Wars: A New Hope, later I'm meeting some friends for some pints.

I've never really understood the big deal with Birthdays. It's not like I had to "Indiana Jones" it outta my Moma. My memories a bit hazy about the whole thing, but I'm not sure I had ANYTHING to do but kinda go with the flow...so to speak...then get smacked on the ass by someone I'll never see again.

Huh...is that where the birthday spankings came from? I'm gonna go look that up. I'll be right back.

- (porpoise) -

Ok..,note to self DON'T EVER Google "birthday spankings" again...

The credit should go to my Moma and Da, but somewhere in time, that got twisted into celebrating the fact that I successfully allowed something to happen that I had absolutely no control over. That's kinda like expecting high fives when you are leaving an airplane, then expecting everyone to continue to give you high fives on this date every year for as long as you live.

Don't get me wrong, I dug all the gifts as a kid, and I'ts always good to hear from friends, I just think my folks should've been getting the cake. After all, they raised me, paid for everything I needed and made sure I wasn't a dick...mostly.

Many things have changed while I've been hanging on for dear life to this spinning rock. Music used to be "released" like a glorious dove to fly to the heavens and grace us with song (or poop depending upon the band) however now music just "drops" and lays there like Mrs. Fletcher wishing she had gotten Life Alert. If no one notices it then it calls it's friend the sex tape and asks it to come out and play.

The Raiders have gone from Oakland, to Los Angeles then back to Oakland like a very slow Pirate yo-yo. They may even be coming back down here again, although The Rams have recently come clomping back to town. Unfortunately for us Los Angelenos, due to tax breaks and budget constraints, all home games will be played in Vancouver.

I used to spend hours playing Pong or defending the earth from Space Invaders while my friends looked over my shoulder waiting for their turn. Now I can get killed by some kid, somewhere else in the world, playing an Orc. The kid will usually proceed to tee-bag me and explain how promiscuous my Moma is.

We now have a fourth political party in the United States. It's run by Bud Light and has been promoting several different platforms. Many of their platforms involve people getting loaded and undoubtedly things getting "dropped" from time to time.


However, Miller Lite is claiming that there are some questions about Amy Schumer's birth certificate so we'll see how this develops.

The most fun for me is that we all now live in a world where Marvel is making amazing movies, Star Wars is bigger then ever, NASA is helping us branch out into new worlds and the world is slowly moving towards a level of diversity that I didn't think I'd see in my lifetime.

Overall, my travels down this road have been a lot of fun, and I've been lucky enough to pick up some great folks along the way. I'd like to thank my folks for "getting to know each other" and making me. I'm guessing they had no idea what they'd get from that particular New Years those many years ago, but I think they liked the result. I know I do.

So as we all spin, I'll keep hanging on for a bit longer. If we bump into each other, feel free to give me a high five. ;)

*Wookiee hugs*

@GlenEwing
GE

There's always a little truth in Legends...

I mentioned in the very first post of this fence that I have been a massive Star Wars fan since I walked out of a cinema, as a nine year old, in 1977. I secretly hope that of all the ways I could shuffle off this mortal boil, (I know...but that sounds funnier) that I'll manage to go out with Alzheimer's so that I can re-experience the movies again for the first time...over and over.

I can only begin to imagine the damage I can do with that bedpan when I'm re-confronted with the various moments in the movies that still give me goose bumps. Therefore, I'd like to take this moment to apologize, in advance, to any of the nurses that may be attempting to govern me in my later years.

To you wonderful people that give your time to make ours more pleasant...

I'm currently aware that you have probably seen the movies. I'm also aware that you are not being paid enough to listen to me prattle on about Chewbacca or to clear up the remnants of the bedpan that I've expertly distributed throughout the ENTIRE room.

I'm also aware that you were probably just as freaked out about "The Kiss(es)" and were as stymied as myself that despite Anakin being a great strategist, he didn't grab the whole concept of "higher ground" and it's advantages...even after being warned.

It's important to me that you grasp that I CURRENTLY understand, but will have no idea "what the frack you're on about..." after someone leaves me in the dumpster behind your building and you are forced to deal with me.

I'm so..SO sorry. *Wookiee Hug* in advance. Feel free to call me whatever names you'd like. I won't remember. ;)

Back on point, way back in 2011 my friend Heath invited myself as well as mutual friends onto his podcast "The Film List" to have a four part in-depth conversation about all six Star Wars movies when they were first released on Blu-Ray.

When he asked, I leaned back within my overly large, "Bond Villain" chair as my cat jumped up onto my lap. I knew full well that Heath had no idea the size of the Rancor he was about to unleash upon his listeners.

You see, as my friend Heath will attest, I am complete rubbish with names. I have and will continue to confuse the work of Liev Schreiber and Liv Tyler. Not because they look similar, but simply because the names are so close. (at least to me) It's completely beyond me how Eva Longoria can work as much as she does yet still have time to play third base for Tampa Bay. THAT'S talent, people.

Yet these podcasts were going to be about Star Wars. I know Star Wars. I can muggle my way through this. I pushed up my glasses, adjusted my pocket protector and agreed. The conversations were long and very in-depth, we all had fun and there were some excellent talking points.

In 2014 we again gathered to talk The Force Awakens teaser, trailer then the feature. I've linked all of the episodes at the bottom if you dare to listen.

Last week, Lucasfilm released a full interview with Pablo Hidalgo from the Star Wars Story Group and something he said reminded me of a question that came up within our podcasts. If you listen around seventeen minutes in you'll hear him talk about canon vs not canon.


The point he makes is that it shouldn't matter if it's canon...is it fun? "Canon" is a tool for the storytellers working with Lucasfilm and for those of us that live out past the Dune Sea and try to predict what is around the Ben(d) for us from those storytellers.

Star Wars Canon is not a judgement on value or worth. It's a tool for the creators.

FINALLY! Mr. Hidalgo, THANK YOU! I just could never put my finger on how to explain it so perfectly. I now have my answer for the future.

Admittedly, if you are brand new to Star Wars, it can be overwhelming on where to jump in, so I always tell my nurse (over and over actually) to start with the movies. Then it's up to you where you want to go it's a huge universe. It's ALL fun! (and games)

Personally, I recommend the animated series "The Clone Wars" (movie first, then the show) then "Star Wars Rebels" they are fantastic shows. In fact the season two finale of Rebels is some of the best Star Wars we have been given to date.

Somewhere within those previously mentioned podcast conversations I was asked if I felt the Expanded Universe was worth reading anymore since it's no longer considered "Star Wars Canon". The Answer...YES!! Definitely! There are amazing stories in there! Just because they are EU or "Legends" as Lucasfilm now refers to them doesn't mean that you won't enjoy the heck outta them.

Do you want to know why everyone was so excited about that "blue guy" coming up in season three of Star Wars Rebels? Then read "The Thrawn Trilogy" by Timothy Zahn. Want to read a story that tore my guts out and ran away with them? Then read the first book of the "The New Jedi Order: Vector Prime" by R. A. Salvatore. Want to find out what Hoojibs are? Go read the Marvel Comics Star Wars #55 from 1981.

Need some advice? Feel free to shoot me out a tweet. The folks over at the Full Of Sith podcast are very cool Star Wars fans as well and I'm sure they would be glad to give you recommendations if you shoot them out an email or tweet nicely. ;)

Most of the books now will state "Legends" at the top, but you can always go to Wookieepedia to find out if something is canon or not. They very clearly mark the items at the top of the page Canon or Legends or in some cases both.

Just PLEASE don't let the "Legends" banner scare you off of the enjoyment you may get from these stories of lore.

...that's all for now, the podcast links follow. I gotta go see a man about a Tauntaun...

@GlenEwing
GE

~

Be forewarned, this was in the earlier days of podcasting and the audio may take getting used to. Additionally there is no editing done with these. You can find them on iTunes as well, I've included the dates for reference. Here ya go:

09/21/11 = Part 1 - The Phantom Menace & Attack Of The Clones w/ Heath, Matt & Wendy

10/05/11 = Part 2 - Revenge of the Sith & A New Hope

10/26/11 = Part 3 - The Empire Strikes Back & Reutrn Of The Jedi

11/30/11 = Part 4 - Special Features and George Lucas influences

12/07/14 = The Force Awakens Teaser Trailer w/ Heath, Axel, DJ Timmy & Wendy

04/29/15 = The Force Awakens Full Trailer & Star Wars Celebration

12/22/15 = The Force Awakens talk w/ Heath, Axel, Wendy, Hispanic Chris & Donald

Let's all hope Marvin is nice...

Today is September 11th, 2016. It's a day of reflection for many of us here in America. Many a bar conversation today will start with "...where were you?"...pints will be silently raised...bottles will sit, untouched, just starred at. Eventually conversations will shift to how uncomfortable Carrie Underwood looks trying to fast walk and dance in those heels and dress on the Sunday Night Football intro.

These days, it's easy to find something to worry or feel bad about. I don't think I'm alone in my disappointment that Beiber didn't end up in his fathers sock. (If only Chris was still alive...) Many people are in tears over the fact that they will not be able to listen to music in headphones while the iPhone 7 is charging.

Personally I'm a bit concerned for the safety of the little girls that get cast in the plethora of JonBenét Ramsey made for tv movies on the way. I also get a nervous twitch when someone mentions Zika. (go to your happy place...)

In 2016 alone we've lost some AMAZING artists, temperatures globally are at record breaking levels, Brexit, police shootings, terrorist attacks, Syria, New Zealand has a potential volcano issue brewing and we are still dealing with fallout from the United States dropping the atomic bombs on Japan. (I know the timing is off by a few months, but he's always been a bit ...slow.)

Listening to the news nowadays is a bit mind-numbing at the least and terrifying at best. To be honest, I'm surprised I found the courage to come out from under the bed and type this. These are dark days indeed...wait...no the light was off. It's a little brighter now...but still dark.

Is this the worst time ever in human history? I don't know I'm not that well read or an immortal. (That I know of...) I do remember a time when news actually tried to educate us rather then titillate us. Perhaps that's a part of the problem.

I go back to a conversation I had with a woman over pints. She was watching her nephew for the summer. During the conversation it came up that all he wanted to do was play video games. Despite all of her suggestions, she couldn't get him to do anything else. She saw this as a complete waist of time. I told her I thought he was probably bored, didn't have friends in the area and the games were an escape. Then I gave her my thought on motivating him into embracing his curiosity.

I told her next time he was playing, to walk up behind him...stand there for a moment...then say, "WOW! Those graphics look cool! I bet you couldn't make them better..." then walk away. About a year later, I got an email from her that the youngling was now studying game and graphic design. ;) (I love it when a plan comes together...)

So on this dark day, I'll offer you a bit of light as well.

Somewhere in the world...right now...is the first human to walk on Mars.

I'm not kidding.

Think about that for a second. A human being actually walking on the surface of another planet. Not a moon...a planet. NASA has set a plan for a manned mission to Mars in the 2030's. NASA is 100% serious and are actively recruiting new and future astronauts. They even have some posters that would look great on a kids wall...or mine for that matter. ;) They have an entire section of their website dedicated just to Mars. WE ARE GOING TO SEND HUMANS TO MARS!

Next time a youngling tells you they are bored, sit down with them and discuss that a Great Dane actually has a top speed of 30 mph (48 kph) and a scared Great Dane is probably going to beat that speed. Yet Shaggy always keeps up with Scooby. Therefore it could be argued that Shaggy is a superhero.

Or you could get that youngling excited about What NASA is working on. NASA made it easy for you. Perhaps the Commander of Orion could be someone very close to you.

...now if we could all just avoid the "Earth Shattering KABOOM" 'till then...that'd be great.

@GlenEwing
GE

I'm gonna need a blouse, a helicopter and someones cornfield....

I've always wondered why I'm "afraid of heights" yet I'm fine when flying commercially or otherwise. I will get a very odd feeling when even on a two-step stepladder. It gets worse when I'm on a high balcony. The Grand Canyon is beautiful. I've been once...years ago, but I'm cool with a picture from now on. Put me on a ledge in a video game, and I'll "nope" outta there...fast. Yet none of this occurs when I fly.

To be clear, I'm not claiming that I have the ability to fly without aid of an airplane or other device. I've flown in commercial airliners many times and it's never bothered me...in the slightest. I've also flown on smaller private planes and never so much as felt uneasy. I'm also surprisingly cool with roller coasters.

It's an interesting paradox to me. A paradox is two things that contradict themselves. After looking up the history of the word it stems from the Greek word "paradoxon" which sounds like a pretty bad-ass dinosaur...unless you have an American southern accent then it's much less terrifying.

Perhaps...deep down...I believe I CAN fly. To be honest, I've never really tested myself on this. Well sure I tried as a little kid, but little kids will believe anything you tell them. Somewhere there's a guy, all grown up, that thinks that Captain America has secretly been a part of Hydra this whole time 'cause I told him that when he was little. (LOL! ahhh kids.)

In Robert Kelly's video he states that he believes HE can fly, yet he never tests his theory. Unlike the Wright Brothers, Robert never shows any footage of actually testing if he can fly. He just stands there on a step ladder (man's got balls) in a cornfield being filmed by a helicopter. Just one shot of him jumping off the ladder, arms outstretched, to verify his theory would have helped.

Instead, at the end we are left with Robert standing in a gymnasium with the choir to beat all choirs. (Odin doesn't need that many singers) He's flapping his hands as they sing, and then he proceeds to apparently conduct the singers in a manor that cries "I'm a two year old!" Apparently he believes he's John Williams as well. So we are left with no proof on whether or not Robert can indeed fly. (he CLEARLY can't conduct a choir)

Like an educated person, I could put this to the test and try to fly. Therefore, I'm going to go into the front room and test my potential new found ability. Sure, I may start out like William Katt, but with persistence...who knows. The point is, I've never, as an adult, actually tried to fly. Hang on a sec...brb...

- (porpoise)-

Ok, I can confirm (as can my ribs) that I apparently don't have the ability to fly...and my cats have lost even more faith in me...and my neighbors are probably certain it's the Apocalypse. Surely they are now waiting on the Trump/Pence.

The more I think about it, it's not really the height. I think, I'm more in the Paul Newman camp on this one. Logically, I would not get on a plane or roller coaster without having SOME faith in the people that designed it, built it, maintain it and fly/control it.

So the finger of pointing may have turned...

Perhaps my fear of heights (or falling) is actually a fear within me. Perhaps it's a fear of my own failings. (It may just be that I know I'm about as coordinated as Chevy Chase as well) There's the possibility that I could turn this around and conquer this silly fear that weakens my knees when standing upon the abyss of a one foot drop.

Alternatively, I could take Roberts message to heart. I think he's trying to tell the world that if you believe you can fly, then don't test it out, don't look at the science, record a song and stand in a cornfield with a blouse on and get a helicopter to film it.

....I gotta go write a song called "I Believe I'm Bill Gates.". (ninja bunny!)

@GlenEwing
GE

Must Give Us Paws...

It's story time again! After last weeks speed bumps, I think I've ironed out all the problems with one minor change to our plan moving forward. (...hopefully moving forward) I've had to go ahead and replace Richard as it would appear that he has dropped off the face of the Earth.

That phrase doesn't really make sense anymore..."Dropped off the face of the Earth..." because you would have to be ejected off the face of the Earth with a massive amount of propulsion. Clearly if the initial thrust didn't kill you then reaching the outer atmosphere would probably burn you alive.

Now that I think about it, I hope Richard is alright!

Moving forward.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Richard's remains have apparently been burned to a crisp when he was ejected from the face of the Earth. Therefore, it's with a heart that weighs a lot, that Richard has been replaced by the youngest cat in my family, Mace. I was negotiating with the elder cat, Squirrel, but she won't take less than union, and we don't have that in the budget.

I would like to avoid any confusion, so I'm adjusting the name of the role from Richard to Pete. I originally was going to use the name Pete, but I didn't think it would last, and Richard was rather fond of his real name.

Mace has assured me that he will be doing his best as Pete. I'm making a bit of an assumption here as I don't speak cat, and frankly, Mace sounds like a very tiny Formula One car going by when he speaks to me.

We venture onward...

It was a gloriously sunny day.

John sat at the table staring straight ahead at George's face. His long hair danced slightly as the ceiling fan across the room kept waking it from it's rest. There was so much that had gone unsaid and today was the day that the cards would find their place.

Within moments Richard Pete was expected to arrive and the swordplay of accusations and excuses could commence. There had always been a kinship between John and George. Over their years, the music of life had caused both their hearing to drop like a stone to silence. 

Paul had just returned from paying the water bill and stopping off at the grocer, so there was clearly enough food and water to last for some time in case anything were to mysteriously go wrong. He put the groceries away and glanced over at his friends.

He knew what was coming and he wanted nothing to do with it. Among the four of them, there had been a storm brewing, and he knew that those two wanted to have it all out today. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now. Knowing full well that he would be pulled into the eye of this later, he retreated to his room and the enchantment of some good music

Outside, Pete sat on the ground beyond their archway looking at the busy world around him. The sun was warm and he felt like taking a nap. Suddenly, Pete's head darted upward and to the left as he heard a bird chirp. Then down again as a something small ran down the pavement into the storm drain. Pete could hear a voice inside yelling at him to "stay focused", but he just wasn't that interested in what awaited him upstairs.

With a yawn, and a bored look in his eye, Pete turned walked through the archway and slowly began to ascend the staircase one at a time. Clearly Pete was in no hurry for what awaited at the top of the stairs. Halfway up the staircase, Pete decided to stop, sit down and look around.

The sunlight through the window atop the archway created tiny designs that splayed on the wall. They flickered so slightly when a tree branch would interfere. Fascinated, Pete stared at the light. He reached out with his hand to catch it. The light would not be caught, it slid out of his grasp and rested upon the back of his hand. Again he reached out and the light evaded. Once again he reached out this time with more force. A fourth time, even more frantic.

Suddenly, Pete felt something tap him on his backside and that inner voice yelled "COME ON!" Uncertain what had just happened, Pete darted up the remaining stairs. His heart was racing. This certainly was the end of days. Everything that he held dear was doomed. He longed for those moments outside on the stoop. For a brief moment he considered turning back down the stairs and bounding out into the awaiting world.

However when he looked over his shoulder to get view of the beast that would certainly cause his end, the stairs were empty. All was calm. The lights danced along the wall as if nothing had happened. Confused, Pete sat down. He ran his hand through his hair, licked his hand, then back through his hair to make sure everything was in place. All the while the inner voice was yelling "FOCUS! YOU LITTLE..."

He then turned to the door. The doorknob seem a million miles away...way too far to reach...even if he wanted to. He stared at the door for a moment then looked back down the stairs. It was decided. He would go outside and see what was going on out there. Certainly there were things going on outside that were much more interesting then what lay beyond this door, and it was about time for a nap.

Then suddenly...a noise churned from behind the door. Pete jumped in fright as his head swung around to stare. His head tilted slightly to the left. His ears strained to pick up the source of the noise. He knew his friends were in there, but what was that odd noise?

The silence hung in the air. Pete stared intently. Suddenly the noise again!

Pete again jumped as his heart raced! The noise was like nothing he'd ever heard. He couldn't be certain but most likely the beast that attacked him had somehow gotten inside. He looked again at the doorknob. Once again the noise called out, mocking him! This was his calling. He knew this now. This is where everything in his life came to purpose.

He dove to the floor and thrust his hand under the door to grab the beast. Frantically his hand attacked but there was nothing there. Withdrawing his hand, he laid on his side and peered under the door. He was certain he could smell something...maybe pizza.

A shadow caught his eye under the door and again he thrust his hand under. This time he would prevail. His hand darted back and forth in a fierce attack. The inner voice called out "ok, STOP! This..."

 ...is NOT working at all. Mace, I've never worked with someone more distracted by the littlest things in my life! If you had an agent, they'd be getting an earful for wasting all of our time. Lets all go take a nap, folks...we'll pick this up again next week and see what, if anything, can be salvaged.

...does anyone know a really smart dog?

@GlenEwing
GE

The Pen Is Mightier...

A long time ago...even a bit before I had been introduced to Wookiees, The Force, Astromechs, Protocol Droids or Jawas...there was a young me running around (waddling really) pretending to be Captain America.

When my brother was around, he would make movies of me fighting off villains and saving the world. I don't think I ever kissed the girl though. I'm not a doctor but I had it on good source at the time that the smarter gender were, in fact, all infected with cooties. If you even touched one you could contract this horrible disease! Clearly this was the work of The Red Skull, and I would have stopped his diabolical plan, but Moma was calling so I had to go eat dinner,

Unfortunately, I fear my brothers films are lost to time, but clearly I was pretty baddass! Just look at (probably nine year old) me defending our front yard with Spider-Man!

Comic Book fans may recognize the pose I was going for, but more on that later. That's my brother, Spider-Man, next to me. (that's not Marvel canon) Yes, THAT brother...the one that talked me into this whole thing and started my pig to feasting again. I guess J. Jonah Jameson was right all along...he IS a menace! ;)

At the grocery store, I would grab a Cap book first and always...over anything else. If there wasn't a new one, then there was always Thor or The Avengers or any of the other great books from Marvel Comics.

I didn't really understand when the books were released so sometimes I'd go with my Moma or Da to the grocery store three or four times a week to see if a new one was out. Clearly I was not a bright kid.

I remember going to the Radio Station that my Da owned and thinking all of the artists would be in a line outside waiting to perform. However every time we went, they were nowhere to be seen, so I assumed it must be a commercial. A logical assumption to back up my theory, but again...not really bright. (Seeing a pattern here?)

I would then commence a grand adventure with Captain America and Falcon through the offices of the station.

I distinctly remember one adventure where Falcon was frozen by Baron Zemo's "Death Ray of Super Coldness"! (working title)

To freeze Falcon, I shoved him up into the soda machine slot, until Cap could defeat the henchmen and get Sam some hot soup. Then together they would go bring Zemo's plan to an end and save the world all the while avoiding touching any girls.

While I was off in another room choreographing the wild battle that Cap had found himself in, one of the D.J.'s, a Jamaican, went to get a soda.

I'm not sure what the word was that he screamed, but I'm certain it would get me grounded if I figured it out and used it. I ran over, took Falcon from his trembling hand and I said "that's mine". I glanced up at the terror on his face as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened. Without a second thought, I retreated back to the battle...an unfrozen Falcon held high over my head, racing through the air to go help out his buddy.

I'm glad that man chose to wear brown pants that day. I, also, don't remember ever going back to the radio station after that. Alas, I fear that somewhere in the world, during Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier, a Jamaican man was having flashbacks like a 'nam vet and screaming in the cinema.

So back to the books. I had been reading Cap for a long time before my Moma had made my brother and I those great costumes. One glorious day, I walked into the grocery store and I saw this.

I was gobsmacked...I stared at it in awe.

This iconic cover would go on to be used on notebooks and pads of paper that I would use for school, I think I even had a lunchbox with this. However, I'll NEVER forget that moment when I first saw this book on a rack in the grocery. I stood transfixed. Like a Jamaican D.J. that went to get a soda and instead got a voodoo doll...I couldn't move. I couldn't even pick it up. I just had to take it in...wait...and let the pig within my skull try and come to terms with this...this glory.

This would be the very first comic I ever bought multiple copies of. I had no idea of bagging and boarding..I'm not sure that was even a thing then. I had to have at least two copies. One I could read and one would go in my dresser drawer under my underwear.

Wait...I should get three just to be safe. What if my dresser were to be attacked by my mutant giant hamster named Mindy! (also not Marvel canon) There may be no defense as Cap and Falcon may just be laying there on my bed helpless because I was forced to go to the "Xavier School For The Kinda Dim"?!? (it was a franchise idea...didn't pan out) I had better get three to be safe.

Take a closer look at these two images and I think you'll see how much this book meant to me.

Shields on the wrong arm, but other than that...nailed it. :)

This particular issue of Cap (Vol. 1 #193) marked a big return to Marvel for none other than Jack "The King" Kirby! Today, August 28, 2016 would have been his 99th Birthday. Marvel has an entire series of stories celebrating The King and his work as well as videos and podcasts. There's too many to list,but you can find them on their news page.

I'm getting choked up thinking about the influence this man had on my childhood and my life. His worked helped form the person typing this and it will be with me forever. I have and will pass it on to people that I've encountered until my body finally gives me the finger. He is as important an influence to me as George Lucas and Stan Lee, and if you know me...well that says quite a bit.

I wish I could have thanked him in person.

Happy Birthday Jack Kirby! You are the one...TRUE KING! Your work will live forever. Not just in print and digital, but within the generations of people that you led wide eyed into other words...new possibilities...and further adventures.

Thank you for helping me dream, sir.

@GlenEwing

GE

Someone's missed their cue...

Shortly after I'd been bamboozled into started this fence, it became clear to me that it was going to continue. Unfortunately for me, my mind, like a cow, is a "machine.". (Dag nab it...does the period go inside the quote at the end of a sentence or outside? Screw it, I'm doing both...kinda looks like a ninja bunny anyway. ;)) (grrr...)

My mind, like a cow, draws in data, (or grass) processes it, draws from it what it needs or deems necessary, then ejects what remains.

Like Chris Evans, I dove on this grenade, accepted my fate, and moved onto my normal procedure of making a plan. I assumed that, like the government, I could just build one post a week and things would be fine. I chose Sunday.

Living in California, that leaves me plenty of time to re-chew my cud, (that's called a re-write I'm told) type it out and click "Publish". That would be a good outlet, and it's not gonna make Watson "screw the pooch".

Unfortunately, (for both of us) my mind eats like a pig.

So with the memory of my brothers cattle-prodding fresh in my mind, I decided that Sunday would be our day of regurgitation and Wednesday would be story time.

Therefore...we return to George and John...both are deaf and are sitting at at table awaiting the arrival of Richard...preparing to have a conversation that will change all of their lives...forever...

...except...

I kinda don't want to dip my toe back into their pool...this week. Don't get me wrong, I have already thought out the story and I know where we are going here, but Iiiiiimmmm...not in the mood. That's not true. I AM in the mood, just not in the mood to write about THEM.

The problem is that I've already figured out the story and (in my pig) I've moved on. So, clearly...it's already done...ok...it's not DONE done, but it's done...ok, It's just not something I can show you...right now.

I'll get around to it.

To complicate matters, George and John are clearly waiting on Richard to arrive and he's not answering his phone. I've sent a text, I've called his friends. I've even tweeted the guy. I have no idea where he's off to, but clearly he is not taking this a seriously as George, John, and the two of us are.

Don't worry about George and John as they are sitting down comfortably and I'm certain there is food and water in the room, I just haven't written that bit yet.

Perhaps after this tale has been caught by the dog, I'll plan this out better and we can be done with story time in a more "story-timely" manner.

Clearly, I should have kept my nose sharpened and continued with this when the unpaid talent was all accounted for...before this story escaped my (then) willing fingers and exited the south passage. (...that kinda changes what Han Solo was talking about.)

Alas, I'm new to this. My pig has been bellied up and drinking for a few weeks now, and it's making the bar stools loose.

I do apologize for the delay, but I'm sure we'll be back up to speed next Wednesday with George, John and someone that RESPECTS the work ethic of the people that are counting on them and is quite capable of knocking when there is knocking to be done!

...for now, I must retreat under the bed to see if Squirrel or Mace can act...

...that'll do pig...

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