Some folks here have expressed concern for my well being after my little “comedy” in the Novel thread. I encourage them to point me to other posts where I may have given off alarming vibes.
I would like to say that there is nothing wrong. The whole so-called “story” was based on a dialog I wrote for a writing class many years ago. The idea was to write two opposing points of view convincingly. The entire story took place on the bridge and the rest was extrapolated. I only got a B because the instructor said it dragged on too long.
Look, I’m sorry. It’s been a very trying morning for me. First the shower wouldn’t get warm. Then I had to get dressed. Traffic was terrible. When I wanted to get breakfast I discovered that I forgotten my wallet. Then I burned my tongue on the coffee I got at the office. The guy in the cubicle next to me has started listening to autoharp music and I wish he’d go back to punk rock, or something. Then I discovered that I sat on one of my favorite whistles (might be able to bend it back in shape). And one of my shoe laces broke. It’s just been rough. And I was trying to be funny.
Though, that excellent post does suggest an earlier period of ennui
which may have resulted in threads that may have been deleted. I
merely speculate.
I seem to remember a certain local pontif writing some violent poetry
(which was excellent, IMO), that did not jive with his peaceful nature.
Perhaps we should all strive not to confuse the author with the work.
That’s Jerry Murad, Al Fiore, and Don Les, in no particular order.
If these names mean nothing to you, join the club. I thought it was
Groucho Marx, as well. The Harmonicats sure sounds like a Marx
Brothers skit. I tried to think up a good Harpo joke, but the Force
is not with me today.
That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard.
