The neighbor's wife

Orson Scott Card once said: "I sat in a conversation with a screenwriting professor discussing English majors screenplays. He told me 'They come to class with long plays full of pretty language with lots of feelings and symbols in which nothing happens. They need to understand that films require stories.
'That other stuff is for poems'"

I disagree.
A good story is like an old shoe. It feels nice to listen to it now and then and kick it around.
Poems should be the same. Remember that feeling you got when you first heard "Richard Cory"?
This one did the same to me.
Please read it twice

The neighbor's wife
-by Susan Palwick

It sprouts wings every few weeks
but as yet has flown no further
then the woodpile in the yard
where we found it six months ago.

Colin Wilcox thought it was his wife
returned as a angel. It still wore
its headset then, lying trapped
in a crushed metal basket; Colin freed it,

muttering something about harps and haloes,
and the rest of us stayed quiet. Colin carried it
into the house and for three weeks nursed it
in his bed, on the side unwarmed since Marella,

the old Marella, had her heart attack.
When it could walk on six legs Colin taught
it to fry bacon, weed the garden, milk
the goats, which cower at its touch.

"Reminding her what she forgot in Heaven,"
he tells us, but she has not remembered speech,
this new Marella who is purple and croaks
like bullfrogs on the hottest summer nights,

who surely came from somewhere, if not God.
Lately it uses those stubby wings to carry
the heaviest logs from the woodpile. For Colin's sake
no one has tried to frighten it away.




That feeling of self-induced insanity. Of forbearance and long-suffering beyond explanation, with the only justification: habitation in proximity.
Of the simple and true fact: Beyond the five senses THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING UNDERNEATH!
If I never write anything that makes you feel fuzzy, I should walk on unconcerned. If I never write anything that makes you stop and think, I am not a writer, but a verbal masseuse.

Unsung Hardass

The usual examples of all things exemplary in the Bible tend to follow the same oft repeated tune. But at devotions yesterday a thought struck me (they're rare enough, I know).

In popular media, and the homage we pay to Hollywood, there has developed a class of man who doesn't always win against his enemy, doesn't beat up everyone he rumbles with, not a superhero in power, but doesn't let it stop him. I'm thinking of everything from the classic Rocky (1) to Die Hard (all of them). Hollywood has us idolizing guys who don't let things like broken bones and 40% blood loss stop us from going the distance.

Jesus and Daniel's 3 buddies were like that too.
Alot is always lost in translation.

Jesus said: "That thou doest, do quickly." (Jn 13: 27)
Now-a-days imagine a different scenario, Jesus knew Judas was running off to kill him.

Imagine a long wooden stage with a post and a noose attached to it; a small crowd has gathered, and the sun is starting to make people sweat.
Jesus walks up and says: "Can we get on with it, I don't have all day."

Shad, Meesh, and To-bed-you-go were standing in front of the MOST painful way to die then as well as now. They weren't the important tools Daniel was, and a whole lot of pain was definitely on the menu.
They knew that God had pulled off a big one for Daniel before and it was possibly that He could save them, but, they weren't positive.

They said: "O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter.
Our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand. But if not, be it known that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up."

Imagine a well lit windowless room. In it there's a table with weird looking knives and syringes filled with weird colors, winches, posts, and hooks coming out of the walls and ceiling. A generator hums loudly in the corner and frail man with a accent and glasses is waiting with no emotion on his face.

Someone tells 3 prisoners: "You don't even have to give up your own religion. Just say this other god is a supreme god as well, and we'll let you go. If you can't say it now, there won't be a chance to say it later. We'll try to see how long you can last"
"I believe the record so far is 28 hours"

The prisoners say: "My God is pretty big. I can't just push him away - He takes up too much space. Your god is cuddly and soft. He needs somewhere cushy and warm - I know... why don't you SHOVE HIM UP YOUR..."

- you get the point. Those men, they were manly men!

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Stuff I bet you didn't know

*Richard Gere's middle name is Tiffany. (not gerbil)

*The bones from penises of badgers were used by Victorian gentlemen as tie clips. Every primate except man has a penis bone known as the baculum.

*In the Victorian era, people who could not afford chimney sweeps would drop a goose down the chimney or make it fly up through the chimney to clean it instead.

*Peter O'Toole once went to see a play, having forgotten that he was supposed to be in it.

*The country with the highest suicide rate is Lithuania. It has 52 suicides per 100,000, which is more than 13 times higher than the United States and 6½ times higher than Britain.

*The Earth has two moons. Cruithne, discovered in 1997, is a 3-mile (4.8 km) asteroid sometimes described as Earth's second moon. Cruithne orbits the Earth every 770 years. The name "Cruithne" has a Celtic derivation.

*Blue Whales have small throats and can swallow nothing larger than a grapefruit. Their diet consists of eating 3 tonnes of krill every day. Their penis is 16 feet (4.9 m) long and their testicles contain 7 gallons each, but they only weigh 22 lbs, which in equivalent terms, would make human's testicles weigh the same as a broad bean.

Lok'tar Ogar

Went to a comic convention.

I was out of place.

When 15 thousand people in Mexico all dress original and abstract- they all end up dressing the same. Manga and anime were the general theme, but in the crowd there was a tall bald white guy. His two handed sword was definitely NOT a katana, his hair style was not spikey and covering 1 eye.
He had people asking to take pics with him every 5 mins, and his own personal groupies.

They had a fight arena. Because we fought so well we drew a crowd, the crowd wanted to play (lined up double quick), so everytime the crowd died down we fought for free again.

Hint: fighting like they do in anime movies DOES NOT work in real life!


I'm such a geek.

Jesus is coming - quick everyone look busy.

Someone asked me what I'd do 5 mins b4 I died; I said "Be alive".

If you've seen the Mac/ PC ads you'll get this.

White obese suburban wigger (does it get sadder?)

Coolest ink ever

Finchador

People always do the same generic questions when they ask interviews. I went to the Hanna Montana interview and asked the same ones she did. No subtle sexual innuendos, no humor... straight out mall rat!!!
...and you thought inner city hoodlums would never get air space on my blog


Here's Sam Finch:


What’s the last book in the world you’d ever read? Big Fart! by Hugh Jass

In your dream fridge, what would fill the top shelf? Chinese food!!

Who has the best looking tongue in the world? Maria

How many hats do you own, and which one is your favorite? Two and Ma Pimp hat.

What’s your worst physical quality and how does it affect the way girls see you? My weak chin.

What super power would help you get to be the richest man? Wisdom to do anything.

What color umbrella would you like? Red.

How often do you eat breakfast? All the time

Fail inc

My all time favorite

Gotta love the Japanese grasp of engrish

Clinton had the Suburban, Bush had the Lincoln, and of course Obama has a Caddy

The San Diego / Tijuana line

In the popes plane