Tuesday, August 23, 2005

69. an apology

Hey all,

Gosh, based on MySpace's blog counter, people are visiting this blog all the time. I feel bad since I haven't been posting much of anything lately. A lot of that has to do with being busy with my Band's recording (and fixing broken recording gear *argh*).

Stay tuned because there's a lot of stuff brewing in the brain stew.

"Come on, Randall, throw us a bone or something."

Okay, I've got 15mins left in my lunch break. How about a speedy story...hmm...okay, here's a line that I've been thinking about using for a while, let's see where it goes.

He's a tool and he knows it. Useful, handy for fixing things, but once the loosely fitting pieces are tied up he goes back up on the shelf, faithful and obedient as a Border Collie, patient as the red oaks of California, unseen as the white truffles of Italy.

He is a tool but what he wants to be is a piece or, in the best of all worlds, a part. To be a piece of her life, peripheral perhaps, but still near and by her side. But best of all to be a part, integral, integrated, and in her arms intwined.

But he's just a tool. And so he sits upon the shelf, waiting for her call, ready to spring up at a moment's notice, dropping every task at hand, serving her every mundane need, dutifully making himself unobtrusive when the job is done.

What can he do? He's in awe of her, in love with her, and he'll make himself useful with no hope of recompense so long as she has a need. On the shelf, off the clock, waiting, praying, loathing his place in line, hoping beyond reason that the next time she calls upon him that she will see beyond his utility and take him with her. Off the shelf, out of the garage, into the wide, rapturous world.

1 comment:

'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

'Thought & Humor'

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
Great Humor
Great Thought
CyberHumor, CyberThought
CyberRiddles for your divertissement!!!