tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67312083246775696662024-03-28T20:28:36.590-07:00A Toy-Mental Toodle-Foo"Hope for the Hopeless ... Fear for the Fearless .. Wait for the Weightless(ness)" © 1963mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.comBlogger439125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-90426400201543216962024-03-16T14:06:00.000-07:002024-03-16T14:06:54.956-07:00Story of a Man.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslKUK8BmXdAtFXMGpQFsusfuM5f15V2_qaW1oiyFOfuCvSSEj9Xcd0ZLoKlxIXW2yMOZllZqE9UiYwQeURdZDtbxrxdUI6wuS42A8VhjdZWa_Zx8oTnMj7nCp-tOy1-4mCVLoB1xIXH76akGWhgBk2y_kfoNze_pud2gL0XG8A95FSUzd7F0bwQ95XrrC/s260/_%20423_done4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="248" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslKUK8BmXdAtFXMGpQFsusfuM5f15V2_qaW1oiyFOfuCvSSEj9Xcd0ZLoKlxIXW2yMOZllZqE9UiYwQeURdZDtbxrxdUI6wuS42A8VhjdZWa_Zx8oTnMj7nCp-tOy1-4mCVLoB1xIXH76akGWhgBk2y_kfoNze_pud2gL0XG8A95FSUzd7F0bwQ95XrrC/s1600/_%20423_done4.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The man, who dons dull brown duopoly pants as a matter of course, believes it prudent to outwait the onlookers who gather nightly just adjacent to our vestibule to engage one another in tiresome social rituals. Due to his lack of common graces, he may not be permitted access when the time comes for 'the big reveal'. You see, about seven years ago, before we were married, my wife saw fit to carry on a torrid, if loveless, dalliance with a brilliant, now deceased, architect. This architect was a trusted confidant of the man's step-father. It turns out that they'd been on good terms until 'that' day at the quarry. No one can ever forget how the man, now just entering a squandered middle-age, took to his knees to stage what amounted to a mini-drama, all in the effort to lead a lesser cohort in an unappetizing direction.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLShzyif40g4-JlYRA00GmNIhvde6H6MJuwuzOafMVOU2kS9oujMcu9Nj5BBKibb8P6_90KyxlaLPuZ3QafmbpmwvkaHQwPSYiFiBdHWCgsQUBfB66XWwtvU4MfpTCAQTxd1ZBGMvBmq85vt3Rs2Ufl6najIbeCY-uTrXTuEUzMZxFyCm08yWLmWA-zLN-/s406/_%20427_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLShzyif40g4-JlYRA00GmNIhvde6H6MJuwuzOafMVOU2kS9oujMcu9Nj5BBKibb8P6_90KyxlaLPuZ3QafmbpmwvkaHQwPSYiFiBdHWCgsQUBfB66XWwtvU4MfpTCAQTxd1ZBGMvBmq85vt3Rs2Ufl6najIbeCY-uTrXTuEUzMZxFyCm08yWLmWA-zLN-/s320/_%20427_done.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Just across the street from where I write this, there's a plaque embossed with naive riddles. Also you'd find one or two names. They'd mean nothing if you weren't one of the ones caught cycling through cancer screening cards. We've told him that there's precious little time before he will be expected to arrive undisturbed at our remote testing facility. I routinely take him aside to explain the fundamentals. As is so often the case, he claims impunity against any ongoing designations. In any other language, this isn't enough to get you out of the loop. That's why I had to call his folks. They should be able to make it up here by Sunday afternoon. At which time I'll ask the Mom if she could get me up to speed on the basics. The last time I asked her, about a year ago, she just smiled and walked away super pissed. Go figure...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJm78xxfW0CpsSEpucQib6Jeg6cYdeJm7XsKzVDZvdDytD4OtNMZ4Vwp5jAzGo_gVOo-cbq2G6Zi3nBgAB1xRn2lbJH0SxeRhR5h1fAabB-0vUSEbOouOQ1d3-MoGAfEMvr7QZjQhkNNOwpdLq6pSyNIxqYO7JjXxj-Fyj6i2OFyiHGYf8PTwwap0vYDI/s289/_%20422_done3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="254" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJm78xxfW0CpsSEpucQib6Jeg6cYdeJm7XsKzVDZvdDytD4OtNMZ4Vwp5jAzGo_gVOo-cbq2G6Zi3nBgAB1xRn2lbJH0SxeRhR5h1fAabB-0vUSEbOouOQ1d3-MoGAfEMvr7QZjQhkNNOwpdLq6pSyNIxqYO7JjXxj-Fyj6i2OFyiHGYf8PTwwap0vYDI/s1600/_%20422_done3.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It's now common knowledge that the man feels impelled to bring in outsiders so that they can wait while he asks my permission. I know that with even one more click, he could be eliminated forever. The thing is, we both need him to stand guard in case anyone arrives after official screening hours. It will only be played once, this time for laughs. The hat he wears makes for quite the conversation piece. Why has he never told us any of this? Could it be that he found my cologne to be a righteous 'turn-off'? I'm not asking these questions to sound petty. There are only two other people who no longer feel comfortable playing juvenile tricks on elderly seamstresses. 'Self-awareness' just doesn't cut any ice with these bastards. That's why I normally stop in front of their house once or twice a day to just reflect on what it takes to succeed in life. Please don't say that you weren't warned. It's already too late by half.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">________________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-74937849141107142372024-02-10T18:48:00.000-08:002024-02-10T18:48:25.069-08:00Paper and Paste? Really?!?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGAPYXMhjmXxqDtR41s0seHiC9pYDnS0OX4w5fNOS5vUtE_Gusz7hBTGScNM7aGFDgIx2fKIckeI47-MjNFWvia8Pgtrtc5UZ5O5sOOM8iStUccGMIbnBLrBMdM3vjN6DMYnIFFX70aZIbd7NQ9VFKR_f0yptbuPaQoPQ90HakD1IgyoqLL4zkjUAi8b5/s340/_%20318_done2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="340" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGAPYXMhjmXxqDtR41s0seHiC9pYDnS0OX4w5fNOS5vUtE_Gusz7hBTGScNM7aGFDgIx2fKIckeI47-MjNFWvia8Pgtrtc5UZ5O5sOOM8iStUccGMIbnBLrBMdM3vjN6DMYnIFFX70aZIbd7NQ9VFKR_f0yptbuPaQoPQ90HakD1IgyoqLL4zkjUAi8b5/s320/_%20318_done2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The paper and the paste I have been given are for later. The dapple-rod is for this moment, and this moment alone. I regularly meet just outside the wall with those who seem somewhat pleasing, what with their mannerisms and something else besides. When one wonders about ambient room temperature, I can't help but look at him coldly. This isn't an event which inspires confidence among my surviving forebears, of which there are maybe two or three at the top of my box. I'll go one better and open it myself if you give your word that a name will never be provided, save under a District-wide enforcement decree. I'm debating whether to tell you exactly where I will ask you to sit once we get started. It could be a total wash if you're brought in too soon. You do have kind of a 'funny' look. Just not the 'ha-ha' kind.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPECRoB_8kySI0me_VOOAB8uE0P88gkXmErID53PRGZv7c9koZWawT_t0biD_TzByCLga5IiesixSrVQQi1e-8fCcYsTc7kLjkz3rVf9vq-jxBxvOZZ023qyCSqKtMEaBxMeBYfowQk3rZf39DvHOcU2CFOAwf0jt3oBN9RSXEf1Xt3vrkwAz4a2RqVh4R/s298/_%20320_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="244" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPECRoB_8kySI0me_VOOAB8uE0P88gkXmErID53PRGZv7c9koZWawT_t0biD_TzByCLga5IiesixSrVQQi1e-8fCcYsTc7kLjkz3rVf9vq-jxBxvOZZ023qyCSqKtMEaBxMeBYfowQk3rZf39DvHOcU2CFOAwf0jt3oBN9RSXEf1Xt3vrkwAz4a2RqVh4R/s1600/_%20320_done.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When the local people become inconsolable, the paper and the paste are set to be my 'go-to'. The rags which were all the rage three or four years ago have come and gone and now no one worth his salt can find the time to frame the entire area in a grid to make our portions stand alone when the light fades. A barely consonant feeding-post helps everyone get settled. I lead them via individual halters and they seem contented enough that any fear of swarming amounts to one of us taking on something which is decidedly over our collective head. I can't quite place the guy who told me just the other day that he'd found an empty binder in a park not far from here. This is important because I've had my doubt from the beginning as to when, or even if, we have any right to expect a priority notice. It's not every day that you have to compile a series of factors. This could get ugly. Please bear with me.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSMh-_aLEG1Qe3vY2Z-Wayp8qIuDlIlMP2D9I5Tz3Ab9qaiGfmnVp4JuP-liYYjgK8aVs89qyjXtuxXaOeh7Zi93vNMZTjo6eGDGXiPrk1p1tJlplDLlzlcKkEwhPggVO09iZfv_hpTpN01YebNmO4eTyxs7zH2kdao3JSd7OWMxoMkY6hyphenhyphenl46aL-8ARI/s291/_%20319_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="291" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSMh-_aLEG1Qe3vY2Z-Wayp8qIuDlIlMP2D9I5Tz3Ab9qaiGfmnVp4JuP-liYYjgK8aVs89qyjXtuxXaOeh7Zi93vNMZTjo6eGDGXiPrk1p1tJlplDLlzlcKkEwhPggVO09iZfv_hpTpN01YebNmO4eTyxs7zH2kdao3JSd7OWMxoMkY6hyphenhyphenl46aL-8ARI/s1600/_%20319_done.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">While we've been waiting in real time for our house to be completely demolished, I've been staying downtown at a rooming house normally frequented by high-flying nobodies who're just trying to get a grip. As if that's something that strikes a bell! The children have been placed behind a local Catholic girl's school where they can busy themselves with makeshift projects and possibly even earn extra cawthorns for all the trouble they've been. In my day, we took to flying through windows with a snippet of torn fungus as backup. I'd say it was worth every penny, except that when the car stalled smack dab in the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel, my wife decided that that would be the perfect time to perfect the timing of her outbursts. I'd like to say that I've never had it so good. But, before I say that, it'd be more appropriate if people on your level could investigate personal growth modules. Someone may have gotten the wrong idea, among much else. Why so gloomy?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">_____________________ </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-81701640765494706142024-01-20T14:12:00.000-08:002024-03-21T10:45:58.764-07:00A Cautionary Tale.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB1RvGMtwT7ANyXtAitQVGGr3ZdI75e-OGjcpe6lMpUQ6qqymegwpiWmJ0MLBNBvjSi13g41H3Y7b_4r-hloufX4DL-3ojnHJ6W8bvZaYLfb0cVrcA17wiO92wpmnwC0fy_jJFm_vXvTY-ZTp6v903TBakj-uqRPxn3RTPOotJB0GT8yEmaAiWJ5GdWuy/s423/_%20246_done.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="423" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB1RvGMtwT7ANyXtAitQVGGr3ZdI75e-OGjcpe6lMpUQ6qqymegwpiWmJ0MLBNBvjSi13g41H3Y7b_4r-hloufX4DL-3ojnHJ6W8bvZaYLfb0cVrcA17wiO92wpmnwC0fy_jJFm_vXvTY-ZTp6v903TBakj-uqRPxn3RTPOotJB0GT8yEmaAiWJ5GdWuy/w511-h372/_%20246_done.jpg" width="511" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>From her own lips it was not at all unthinkable that a verdict would be rendered, at distance if needs be. Still, those of us who stood to gain could take pleasure in knowing that her perspective was not without its very own zone of impactive tussle. We could lift a measly tribute and have it for her by the following week, except that time itself was rumored to have begun a process of telescoping which, quite frankly, has some of our most eminent physicists scratching their balls in wonderment. Try as we might, each of us has to face the real possibility of having to go without in the near term. What rankles us, though, is how your average passerby will seemingly go to any lengths at all to appear unconvinced. Our appeal to some well-armed colleagues is all for naught. Which leaves us no alternative but to seek redress through an informal arrangement of the fifth kind, thus confirming the unadorned suspicions of amoral data brokers from Day 1.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoIHjVexyuV5TyUir8Z3FskIrbeu5LQm7uYKEstnXsnKrkWDBN7OYz8BBYSaF2vpAj5EcA8Fzx-I1gwYxIzWnFmw_yxsvRbGOqa3r5Li_Y1RWmC98lCclGoD7zTLFRdcb7-NWwA9BaxveBz0b_04sVo-C6OKTKkmuD7su5zBj9uRRW8tpBTPX2YzZjWckc/s307/_%20255m_done3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="264" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoIHjVexyuV5TyUir8Z3FskIrbeu5LQm7uYKEstnXsnKrkWDBN7OYz8BBYSaF2vpAj5EcA8Fzx-I1gwYxIzWnFmw_yxsvRbGOqa3r5Li_Y1RWmC98lCclGoD7zTLFRdcb7-NWwA9BaxveBz0b_04sVo-C6OKTKkmuD7su5zBj9uRRW8tpBTPX2YzZjWckc/s1600/_%20255m_done3.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I have it within my power to transgress all prior novelizations in one fell swoop. But this shouldn't encourage like-minded refugees to begin scouring the countryside in search of clues to the whereabouts of a missing bannister. Because, even though I'm one of the people most enraged by her high-handed tactics, I will still leave it to my betters to breach a flaccid barrier in service to an emaciated agricultural agent. He will be a force for our own incipient removal to an isolated Summer residence where our sleep habits and morning routines can come under the kind of scrutiny which any fair-minded adult would have a hard time denying. The lone service provider who we've seen underneath our area was forced to admit to having waited for smaller members to take the hit. Otherwise, he told us the other day, he might never have been able to tell his family about where I did my post-graduate work.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvp6MvTWu4acaXfiLfE-Ih4wxKFq5lgrU0PPj1JQeYZon2yQvcDtXg3xdfjis0eKXWRQUh1T6VpIRQEZAPiFqYUKMfA22pk3eXVb9RO6hO4Pn27NuDIwP9I6gXCeEpBxob_BifaY4AXR-W70JnnU9Fy4dAIPFrBSe3YJPZjI9y05Rdrwb56KYOljbLlCz/s406/_%20254_done2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="290" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvp6MvTWu4acaXfiLfE-Ih4wxKFq5lgrU0PPj1JQeYZon2yQvcDtXg3xdfjis0eKXWRQUh1T6VpIRQEZAPiFqYUKMfA22pk3eXVb9RO6hO4Pn27NuDIwP9I6gXCeEpBxob_BifaY4AXR-W70JnnU9Fy4dAIPFrBSe3YJPZjI9y05Rdrwb56KYOljbLlCz/s320/_%20254_done2.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">From the way she styles what's left of her cotton-nibbed mane, the feeling in the room is one of incisive declension. Yes, I continue to roll my smallish cylinders just to the right of the can on the floor of the Third Annex. My erstwhile compagnard, Jerome Afgew, thinks it wise to prepare ourselves for an unballasted reliance on sybaritic cow-herds if things go our way. If not, we could be looking at more than three dozen training sessions, courtesy of Joe Ivy Associates of Bangor, Maine. They will most certainly deploy the most up to date lighting technology and no doubt bring in timing prods by the boatload—literally! Meanwhile, I rest in my ballow, trunk in hand, beasterage at the ready, hoping for a common solution to an age-old conundrum. It irks me to say it, but I'm only mildly ensnared by her seemingly eternal rapid-release response. Not that it doesn't rub the other fellows in a way which says, 'You can't get there from here!' Please, if you're reading this, try not to get too puffed up. It could happen to you as well, and probably will, if I have anything to say about it. And I do. Plenty, in fact. Wouldn't you like to know? No.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">_______________________________</span></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-31698642690181057332023-12-08T09:14:00.000-08:002023-12-08T12:24:37.342-08:00Client Observation Notes.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8-DZsdm4JWRjYWEof9ID2k-BvX60nScb6CtUjxQ8_Sj4FYglZgePZ8NM-GitemX3i_SQ3JQqkLpEuQiTgZTi25Gi7UNP7dJUvdODMVhhdNtVFpCD9_2dMBUZMXQxTqHhFU7N2fPYj-Lc-GOVsdaQgrwv7a66Zvy_oMhnN9bnLbg4K_hRjpYeiLuIPyl7/s465/_0%20789_done.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="465" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8-DZsdm4JWRjYWEof9ID2k-BvX60nScb6CtUjxQ8_Sj4FYglZgePZ8NM-GitemX3i_SQ3JQqkLpEuQiTgZTi25Gi7UNP7dJUvdODMVhhdNtVFpCD9_2dMBUZMXQxTqHhFU7N2fPYj-Lc-GOVsdaQgrwv7a66Zvy_oMhnN9bnLbg4K_hRjpYeiLuIPyl7/w502-h391/_0%20789_done.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Just yesterday, I saw that he watched their torsos and how they were manipulated at distance. He had a very sufficient reason to feel ill-at-ease. If training seeks its level in randomized cups, then whose pressure will afford the likely return to a status quo release? The question answers itself, if you ask me. If not, I will bring him straight to you. This will allow for permanent inspection as to the merits of his glade. For some moments now, he has been permitted to hum softly into a shiny all-seasons canador crèpe. Each instant is indeed up for grabs but the girl as he's known her has now been shifted into an overbearing frequency alert. The badge on the cudgel says it all. And now I myself will find a space to mourn a knotting displacement from room to parapet to absenteer. How they sell them is their own bloody business. If they enter my payment system, though, one defective awning could make or break a year's worth of incendiary promotional novelty slippers.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVTeAJyuj4c2CNfRAZI5xqk44KLfJ9i9zonpXULBTMuKlG7I6HIi6K8DJUtiPDPm1khVd0EsU3lrBd66udkh6676MIidz2tLYlbU2q9MyXoYSBrem1bDgnjzo2p5WQv-GhNBhC7Y6zsDSnnjzIqG19IsynZyM4UhP4BOXeSG0FUP_VKqyhYRTew6i-hpq/s403/_%20040_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="313" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVTeAJyuj4c2CNfRAZI5xqk44KLfJ9i9zonpXULBTMuKlG7I6HIi6K8DJUtiPDPm1khVd0EsU3lrBd66udkh6676MIidz2tLYlbU2q9MyXoYSBrem1bDgnjzo2p5WQv-GhNBhC7Y6zsDSnnjzIqG19IsynZyM4UhP4BOXeSG0FUP_VKqyhYRTew6i-hpq/s320/_%20040_done.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There could now be a wigwam in our trial-edition couvet. Until now, no one has seen fit to raise their voice in defense of my final attacker. When we live outside the reach of impressive realms, then we risk mutual exposure through radically exfiltrative media honchos. Our way of feeding resolves itself into a brisk movement. Only stolid frauds are welcome to try their hand at a fractious input strategy. Each will come to his or her mind in a matter of seconds. If I slip a darning hoop through the window to a reluctant addressee, just who do you think pays for that anyway? It could be a person on his way downtown to perform a banal civic ritual. Or maybe the son of one our brighter citizens will enter without the required wristband. Who could tell whether this gesture was, in fact, 'serious' or not? It would have to be someone we've known for at least a day or two. More than that and I'd need more than a cursory nod. And I won't be wearing anything either.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-75660063029712157762023-11-15T10:27:00.000-08:002023-11-15T10:30:32.601-08:00Juvenile Stunt: Admission<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kn2kgMuBlJvWHd2K9WqWgImjHvjuDnPUebt4Qhhtq_9rxed6NROQgnD_4av8QJf9iNomvWRB1rgIBiEcx2U7hspn647fIxgZeaf3uF8OSI1RjfN4Nlo8fyZsM35lhyjInZ09ZlTpq2pmprXBzrL9Fb7EeWN1MtG8w3R26SnXOyz-j7sxljxI1ND6-LeH/s288/_0%20987a_done3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="264" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kn2kgMuBlJvWHd2K9WqWgImjHvjuDnPUebt4Qhhtq_9rxed6NROQgnD_4av8QJf9iNomvWRB1rgIBiEcx2U7hspn647fIxgZeaf3uF8OSI1RjfN4Nlo8fyZsM35lhyjInZ09ZlTpq2pmprXBzrL9Fb7EeWN1MtG8w3R26SnXOyz-j7sxljxI1ND6-LeH/s1600/_0%20987a_done3.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">For some reason, I feel remarkably comfortable admitting to my part in a rather juvenile stunt. You should know that I've been home-bound since the accident and I've lost the ability to tell the difference. What I could do, though, was reach through very quickly and then withdraw my hand before anyone got wind of a creeping suspicion. From the way they looked at me, no one would ever guess that I once dated the Swedish puff-ball champion, Ilona Stewart. These kinds of things just come with the territory. Or so I thought until that day in the early Spring of '97. I'd been let go from my job at the Carruthers Parking Light Facility due to unsupervised hiatus clumps. My best friend in those days, Jamie Basnik, had enrolled his son in a tertiary program and I was on guard for skin eruptions which would only complicate matters. Especially where it matters most, which would be right in the cabasa!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Bnhuv_VoIVeS2204ZRWzBHUIatCwuh_IMlQkC20v45QE9xdR_Zt_fGQ5Ox7L6sqUCSTP2Ye1NoWzUoxPPOkCvlTWM6_iMT-wAbXQ_dLI0kcz2xn5pX-G-_caBxlQL59pvoSN1J1fd48Nwt6qAiTxzUJ_xqdmHKchz9mlThgI9g8R0sYUlxBiYZsLu0W_/s356/_0%20648m_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="356" data-original-width="244" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Bnhuv_VoIVeS2204ZRWzBHUIatCwuh_IMlQkC20v45QE9xdR_Zt_fGQ5Ox7L6sqUCSTP2Ye1NoWzUoxPPOkCvlTWM6_iMT-wAbXQ_dLI0kcz2xn5pX-G-_caBxlQL59pvoSN1J1fd48Nwt6qAiTxzUJ_xqdmHKchz9mlThgI9g8R0sYUlxBiYZsLu0W_/w256-h374/_0%20648m_done.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">By the time I shifted into second form, I knew beyond any kind of shadow that the officers who'd made my life pure hell for the last sixteen years were now on their way to dancing with the wrong end of a hedge trimmer, if you catch my drift. Their names were Eplar Panistode and Rasmin Bastirk. If I recall correctly, the taller one had a shifty gait and the other just couldn't be bothered to make even the smallest effort at conjugal living. I'd seen an article about them in a Sunday supplement several years before things got really out of hand. I'd tried to rein in their activities by keeping them on a short leash. For some reason I got it into my head that they might enjoy a brief excursion to a lakeside mall of some renown. What I didn't count on, though, was the way they would try to intimidate some of the younger busybodies who thought nothing of trashing people's reputations by the truckload. Now that I've had time to reconsider, there's no doubt in my mind that some of our emergency personnel could use a refresher course on basic mental hygiene. It might save them a pittance in the long run.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkacyMY_-jeh0ZLjdGNsiU1wT3jYSgX_NRsRpl63pSG5Q1DPBJf8tzHj3AEhwKK7I_Sx9jYaWEQ9L8ZuE90KViUfgiR6y9Vfqxs26zG27t_iycNygIz9MIW5XkVub3JknMngSXxZ3raN90TadqLTuKe8mgpvXmzFLm7ZpBCdo4BxygKhOYvOpTIRVmApG/s371/_0%20863_done3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="371" data-original-width="358" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkacyMY_-jeh0ZLjdGNsiU1wT3jYSgX_NRsRpl63pSG5Q1DPBJf8tzHj3AEhwKK7I_Sx9jYaWEQ9L8ZuE90KViUfgiR6y9Vfqxs26zG27t_iycNygIz9MIW5XkVub3JknMngSXxZ3raN90TadqLTuKe8mgpvXmzFLm7ZpBCdo4BxygKhOYvOpTIRVmApG/w277-h287/_0%20863_done3.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But now, or so I've heard, everything is ruined. In that some of the folks we attended school with in the early aughts seem to have a strangle hold on effectuating apparent misconceptions. It always seems to bring out the best in people who should have no right to expect a fair shake in life. If I ever have to sign off on a home invasion already in progress and then take the heat for significant breakage of frail items, someone might be asked help me take a calming breath when the whole thing comes apart in her hands. Because if there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that her hands have never really seen anything remotely like the kind of trouble that could get us into hot water. The little booklet which I make a practice to keep at-the-ready is replete with a full roster of planning stage revisions. I already had to take a bath when things went majorly south. But I could always count on some of our Efficiency Experts to try their hand at wheedling a distracting affair to smooth things over. It's when stuff gets a bit 'crinkly' that I usually have to take a leak. If anyone thinks that my family is unlikely to hold off on following through, they should maybe return to an earlier chapter for professional guidance. Because, if there's one thing which remains to be determined, then I'll have one of my suits hand-delivered to our boys downtown and they'll see if they can talk sense into some of our piebald participants. Otherwise I'll be forced to look into the acquisition of a solution-oriented enigma. Don't say you weren't warned. We have ways. And ways to go. Just don't let it stamp you as a quitter. </span><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-50662058982536473832023-10-02T12:31:00.003-07:002023-10-02T12:37:37.708-07:00Collegiate Athletic Roundup.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMewBVCxvMFp9DarAWvjXglZfILNnvUyuOEaA05UoTIO4xrG-HeNa2X9B_yTvW5EUvpE_c4fGRJmptG3SO7WSSHyFYGIzxYsksK0Rba520SczmPJbDukPJIG9X6KobSaGihed0FqCeN1an779U1P0YiuNmiacemLuxhD_vhS-8W7_REY7DJilhOq0sRhT/s292/_0%20915_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="292" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMewBVCxvMFp9DarAWvjXglZfILNnvUyuOEaA05UoTIO4xrG-HeNa2X9B_yTvW5EUvpE_c4fGRJmptG3SO7WSSHyFYGIzxYsksK0Rba520SczmPJbDukPJIG9X6KobSaGihed0FqCeN1an779U1P0YiuNmiacemLuxhD_vhS-8W7_REY7DJilhOq0sRhT/s1600/_0%20915_done.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">State Championships start Monday. By Wednesday I should have already received some Holy Stones via the Federal System. By all rights, no one has any more say than a very svelte brunette named Robin Morris. It seems that she's the one to whom everyone turns when they're fresh out of some miracle ingredient or another. You can count on the fingers of one hand the times I've caught her peeking into a local gulch in an effort to appear more worldly wise. In fact, I don't know of a single person who comes close to her level of out-and-out flagrance when it comes to showboating through all kinds of anapleptic procedures. Anyone who wants to can quite easily figure out where I hid the charging documents. Yeah, sure, there's been a whispering campaign centered on my ties to the IRA, but for now let's just say that I'm just not the kind of person to get involved in anyone's dietary inversion.</span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2e5NAU6_uTtk2z1LBaVYgYDmfOVLSO294vnuz_XjkkSTYhMLTbQi0FTndNjCEowp7fW26UFxmVHsfa3ofgFk1w8FJSf1weXqxTTLX2ZicgWrCotg2WS-MP2yRp2YApepEpW1_Bnqa_6gQGShr76zUvxnwExBUCd7YL1RlPGi9kxkCvTJqqvmvwy2kmKZM/s315/_0-0-0-5-3_done2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="312" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2e5NAU6_uTtk2z1LBaVYgYDmfOVLSO294vnuz_XjkkSTYhMLTbQi0FTndNjCEowp7fW26UFxmVHsfa3ofgFk1w8FJSf1weXqxTTLX2ZicgWrCotg2WS-MP2yRp2YApepEpW1_Bnqa_6gQGShr76zUvxnwExBUCd7YL1RlPGi9kxkCvTJqqvmvwy2kmKZM/w261-h264/_0-0-0-5-3_done2.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On the crumbling rear staircase of a moribund office complex, you can usually round up a few go-getters and have them do you one better in half the time it takes to get ready for a very well attended affair. On the other hand, if one so vicious is teamed up with a two-bit parlor pony and asked to make a snap judgement, no one would be remotely surprised to find that you've been forced to account for a missing nine-pointed Star of Harold which has been hard to keep track of since Day One. Everyone here knows how hard you've tried to fit in with a geriatric Search Crew in our Nation's sprawling mid-section. It's only right that you try to engage a more solitary lifestyle. They say it gets better as time slips down the shoot. However, if after three years and multiple readings, we find that your ability to sustain neutral interactions with inveterate stage managers has come under question, then by all means we wouldn't hesitate for more than a few minutes to send you on your way to live in a third country.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOhtF0_KwvfLXFMlZa9h3qMkVOAFUaI78fzQ-LX6EUn-bf8jClZNaKvkuz46twBQuEI1YozUfBCyiwBORjgZgnNEyod0jGMRC6mJlk0CF8AwB0ggSWAwKMFPcbeySy3Q55sddNzc3gFFZkfeLJ7WgZn0-GtqseWudqOIJxfZpGl-l6WUFQW9o_S4jUeaM/s458/_0%20910_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="269" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOhtF0_KwvfLXFMlZa9h3qMkVOAFUaI78fzQ-LX6EUn-bf8jClZNaKvkuz46twBQuEI1YozUfBCyiwBORjgZgnNEyod0jGMRC6mJlk0CF8AwB0ggSWAwKMFPcbeySy3Q55sddNzc3gFFZkfeLJ7WgZn0-GtqseWudqOIJxfZpGl-l6WUFQW9o_S4jUeaM/w251-h428/_0%20910_done.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Is anyone under the (false!) impression that I've crossed some kind of 'red line' here? Because, if so, there's a good chance that some pesky kid has decided, despite all indications to the contrary, to make use of 'one simple trick' to induce a set of very suspicious cascades on the very day I'm scheduled for a much-anticipated tooth extraction. If you ask me, it's all about a basic sense of fair play. Not to mention good will. There's no chance you'll ever see moi pandering to the hidebound inebriants of the lumpen proletariat. They've been on my list for quite a while. Even if one of them thought it wise to pen a little ditty in honor of my brother-in-law's botched vasectomy, that wouldn't give anyone anywhere the right to barge into my Toxicity Hearing like nobody's business. I'll have you know that I've worked long and hard to put a smiley face on a very sensitive set of parameters which we're just now digesting. For all the harm it did to my family's good name, I'd be more than willing to stop draining fungible assets from a seminal retirement fraud. And that goes double for my wife of six long, interminable decades. Please dry your eyes. It's not THAT bad. Hear me?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">_____________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></div>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-54041976525486366472023-09-19T13:43:00.006-07:002023-09-19T13:43:56.720-07:00Lingering Hypostomy Rumors . ....<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyxyGyU1fZeOuMfJrAVraLWLoq66J0nBoxWghXvFDiBy140Mtc4mewRlGotr8mKQaylBKcMRH8XWUcy0Lj_nFAi6oBbotFQWFIFsuJ6AHc1iZJWD1H0N5wnpVViFX8tJaGl6dUla7oJcZf47i0e2elND3V75bn8HzAdRshNCYFrqTqHZTbV4jWZD7lCnR/s302/_0%20082_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="302" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyxyGyU1fZeOuMfJrAVraLWLoq66J0nBoxWghXvFDiBy140Mtc4mewRlGotr8mKQaylBKcMRH8XWUcy0Lj_nFAi6oBbotFQWFIFsuJ6AHc1iZJWD1H0N5wnpVViFX8tJaGl6dUla7oJcZf47i0e2elND3V75bn8HzAdRshNCYFrqTqHZTbV4jWZD7lCnR/s1600/_0%20082_done.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We are not above holding certain persons' opinions as sacrosanct in the extreme. On the other hand, if the handlers who we've conscripted at flashpoint get too big for their batches, you can count on us to up-end a rivalry on the South Shore which gives every indication of inflicting a topsy-turvy emotional toll on those who stood by in a dank Summer underwall while trying to avail themselves of diametric thought patterns of the first foil. If you ever see me looking out of sorts and you decide that trying to tempt me with a small bit of cake would go a long way to patching things up, you should be advised that one of your closest confidants was seen recently wandering through a women's hosiery trade show without a trace of bonhomie. And this goes double for more than a few others in your cohort of shame. Be warned.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-KBibEN0jD8rC4HCibG1vtnSKE3caAyoCVqmBCiXCv5eXZ4MRfza20awt6Q5ayPvLYd6eFZ6qILMRs6yB0a35joeQbS00IeN9nFsFod0duHMlRqq9lZmUWleSWVvI5cu-gtRoRcDdLgGkPId1bem2TDuadiu2rKeza1T4Jl-Jk3NgpHv8ewWSiDDrm-x/s414/_0%20815_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="398" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-KBibEN0jD8rC4HCibG1vtnSKE3caAyoCVqmBCiXCv5eXZ4MRfza20awt6Q5ayPvLYd6eFZ6qILMRs6yB0a35joeQbS00IeN9nFsFod0duHMlRqq9lZmUWleSWVvI5cu-gtRoRcDdLgGkPId1bem2TDuadiu2rKeza1T4Jl-Jk3NgpHv8ewWSiDDrm-x/s320/_0%20815_done.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On the back-end of a charming De Chirico scenario, those who have been known to follow us at all hours on all fours are thought to be wielding a scant Bismarck when all that was ever known for sure was the date of an upcoming Enablers' Conference at the Mid-Hudson Holiday Inn in Brisbane, Ontario. I took each of them, one-by-one if needs be, into a used cheesecloth distributorship in the Lower Twelfth and had them swear on Newton's Bible that they would never go so far as to mount a challenge to my remote leadershit prerogative. I stood with my wife and our neighbor, the vivacious Susan Parnell, and we took turns whipping through a variety of worksheets with which you likely have zero familiarity if you didn't grow up on a ranch near a strip mall. Alternatively if you're anything like a run-of-the-mill plagiarist-du-jour, you probably already have your hands full cleaning some of the parts which ended up in your trunk by mistake, if that.</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik74Cx_Po_agtlyxRLGOcIMHjG6dRh5_coBK6-6wdov_fiRbcNUP_3FJBdaPJNDquYfOgDdR6ncd2lLZc9MDgAG1Q4vqd9kxqWjzoJ9lNAAezmvPT0MLr-F6O92_Yx01-PNsFVFjrvN2HRFDclE6PoMLqIKIZTsg46k5RAheYtezmZbngIouBKX6wXmHRV/s389/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-6-5a_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik74Cx_Po_agtlyxRLGOcIMHjG6dRh5_coBK6-6wdov_fiRbcNUP_3FJBdaPJNDquYfOgDdR6ncd2lLZc9MDgAG1Q4vqd9kxqWjzoJ9lNAAezmvPT0MLr-F6O92_Yx01-PNsFVFjrvN2HRFDclE6PoMLqIKIZTsg46k5RAheYtezmZbngIouBKX6wXmHRV/s320/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-6-5a_done.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Excuse me, but where is it written that two out of every five needlepoint executives are poised to enact a tragic, if remarkably feeble, scheme to entice an ever-shifting collection of bonified stakeholders into throwing away untold decades of histomological entrance reports for the benefit of certain purveyors of genuine spurious remedial glamping tufts? Because, from where I sit, there seems to be no justification whatsoever to launch a vindictive power play over a measly bit of artificially scrambled offal. The regime which we seek to install is one which holds fast to a randomized, double-blind color test in cities of the Golden North. Nothing could be further from our minds than trying to mold you and other apparatchiks into exemplars of rational game theory writ large. If we had our way, all duly appointed guardian clones would be surrendered forthwith into a cauldron of speculative trigger-farmings. Does this ameliorate the comfort levels by which you've become so declensively intrigued? Just so you know, it's not our decision to make. As of now, it's completely out of our hands. Treat?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">______________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></p></div>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-71442471030802103292023-08-14T09:55:00.001-07:002023-08-14T09:55:20.783-07:00San Jacinto Library System: Problems.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirL_ktPqk2hhV3jONs35p2d4kcuxgXQou-Q-ubod7WGPKHKUe8TCxFRXAoND_xawf3w7USeQHIVG7AtqbTy9hXbrHGWBH6taxYCTAjNJMPp-8a3ivd6xJMRiRjNk7SlJLvO7vVY5wUmADbwaIRf-X397yfgm3iHA2KID7elmD8NdRyD5tKGbbowPvkEomq/s426/_0%20678_done2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="342" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirL_ktPqk2hhV3jONs35p2d4kcuxgXQou-Q-ubod7WGPKHKUe8TCxFRXAoND_xawf3w7USeQHIVG7AtqbTy9hXbrHGWBH6taxYCTAjNJMPp-8a3ivd6xJMRiRjNk7SlJLvO7vVY5wUmADbwaIRf-X397yfgm3iHA2KID7elmD8NdRyD5tKGbbowPvkEomq/s320/_0%20678_done2.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Over the months spent in the San Jacinto Library System, I can safely say that my rights were violated not less than twelve hundred and forty-two times. When it was broadly determined that I could be forced to mount a challenge, it was all I could do to see that everything would unfold in its own rhythm. Now it was my turn to ask folks to please stop leaving things near my personal storage area. There's a kid upstairs who, if reports are to be believed, prefers wallowing in an unmoderated chatroom to engaging in performative theatrics for the benefit of his flagging sense of personal belongingness. We know that to keep him on a tight leash will take some doing, but even so, it just doesn't strike us as too particularly out of the ordinary to see him washing any old stick which might've crossed his path on the way to the hairdresser where his Mom holds court by the hour. Only anyone whose eyesight needed major adjustment would fail to see what kind of conflagration would ensue if any of us got word that one of our favorite Clergymen was arrested for marijuana possession within six hundred feet of an all-girls cheerleader convention.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC4Z8Ej6IU0whEBF5yQPbjXY01IzlsWX54FfsjIlrPdlA8w0j4a8_OC1j10S6qD9kvJTU9K6Y1cT8i9xY-AwImxgkzKH9WCgAKfk_Z6TeZPJV12eQmPkFy8xYKATxM1Qcc3ussheabB5P33FBNLXWtFYAp6tNOBmqyj2kOe-2SMQMFwg03isqf6yfTgVu/s278/_0%20723_done2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="245" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC4Z8Ej6IU0whEBF5yQPbjXY01IzlsWX54FfsjIlrPdlA8w0j4a8_OC1j10S6qD9kvJTU9K6Y1cT8i9xY-AwImxgkzKH9WCgAKfk_Z6TeZPJV12eQmPkFy8xYKATxM1Qcc3ussheabB5P33FBNLXWtFYAp6tNOBmqyj2kOe-2SMQMFwg03isqf6yfTgVu/s1600/_0%20723_done2.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Why do some people go to great lengths to appear overtly triggered when I mention my degree in Anabaptist Horticultural Semiotics? It would seem that more than a few have time to burn. They get up every morning, rush into my den, spill coffee on my iPad and then call me from overseas to ask for a 'special favor'. I live with my eyes permanently focused on reading material provided at cost to retired air stewards the world over. The problem is, when a guy who should very well know better tries to get the best of a local eye surgeon and then has the coonies to complain that he'd never been given an update on Tropical Storm Luisa, you'd have to wonder if he's all that he's been cracked up to be. Especially in light of his atrocious taste in woolen accessories as such. Now that I have more free time on my hands, I'll see to it that someone reputed to be too old for his size is never given access to a standard aviator bloodboard. No one has any idea what may happen if I'm asked to enter a verdict on the 15th of every month ending in the letter 'w'.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5dh9B5h6vCTrur6vlfxYnKTnNwi-g7TXiPFOXK_ooWo4_mNXhudOTQYcQDRwQ19aa5yB8BjWwAjG-qcMhbl--iFSO6T9teSPr76uy4LBvC9JA_Djo7HidaJ7gm9CWhpj1HCiRRTBB9a_2QdgoDZzpNqUf0t9yZBPM_34TrCOU02-z-9d7SFLHZSKi82c/s430/_0%20704_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5dh9B5h6vCTrur6vlfxYnKTnNwi-g7TXiPFOXK_ooWo4_mNXhudOTQYcQDRwQ19aa5yB8BjWwAjG-qcMhbl--iFSO6T9teSPr76uy4LBvC9JA_Djo7HidaJ7gm9CWhpj1HCiRRTBB9a_2QdgoDZzpNqUf0t9yZBPM_34TrCOU02-z-9d7SFLHZSKi82c/s320/_0%20704_done.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Anyway, so now that we all are feeling more comfortable in our skins, is it even remotely possible that one of your closest friends could be taken by shuttle bus to the opening ceremonies of the Lusaka Games? I'd be more than willing to provide copious references if his or her name is taken off the list for good. But, if one of us is asked to create a 'model cities' program, there won't be much time left to abscond with whatever funds we might be able to scrape up from the leavings of the Permanent Council. I would be more than a little embarrassed to have to assume an alternate identity in the light of underlying flight conventions. It's still hard to admit that my coating is undergoing a much overdue reconditioning. There are sources of light on this island which are not about to be pinned down without some major expenditure of co-terminous funds. I don't say any of this easily. In fact, I plan on not saying any of this at all. The least you could do is to stay close at hand while I douse some of the unused furniture with bittersweet kerosene. Are you in?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">___________________________ </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-66147496932086362852023-07-21T08:28:00.003-07:002023-07-21T08:28:50.217-07:00The true scope of this thing scares us!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBZloCijJXWx0Ky8qJNuAiGqipDYHKkVff8_HCvtUaE6sUrhKrFDO24wQDMfU79X0klMxTslFLQAScR6BXxIYC4wVC1ZLyhqq3ByfIr7GIo4sxL5TPnNaoCsAnJ0W9llQHR_RW1gxmcHugwFoIs6j8gf5YF5EiMV2md7gVMjSRfe1onPD9RmqhIiiQxhe/s573/_0%20515m_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBZloCijJXWx0Ky8qJNuAiGqipDYHKkVff8_HCvtUaE6sUrhKrFDO24wQDMfU79X0klMxTslFLQAScR6BXxIYC4wVC1ZLyhqq3ByfIr7GIo4sxL5TPnNaoCsAnJ0W9llQHR_RW1gxmcHugwFoIs6j8gf5YF5EiMV2md7gVMjSRfe1onPD9RmqhIiiQxhe/s16000/_0%20515m_done.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Every one of us has now slid further into a skein of our very own good fortune. The young lady who issued a prompt at the first sign of a hemostatic voltage-alarm bears a striking resemblance to a wan blanklet holding the fort at a bakery's secret entrance. That's because, when she lifts barbecue tongs to the ceiling in an effort to free an errant honeybee from a knot in the core, you can tell that one of her parents has been holding certain 'things' at arms' distance for her whole pafentic life. And, to tell you the truth, this just doesn't sit well with the Preacher's kid that I know myself to be. If I had it to do all over again, I'd try to find a very impressive collection of geometry memorabilia and mount it in a lobby not far from here. After that, I'd try to live down some of the things I once said in a weak moment. Because, who's to say that it doesn't make any difference anyway? Surely not anyone I've ever talked to, if I'm being honest (which I'm not).</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Qs4H59SHCK-f5Yt3rfAqKZInY9Ox2W-CqDIb5y9aGEJHQYv2YMfvgzk2eiY-I-l3K--3FMZtg9Qw9H7vcyQK6Og0My9hGpsU6nwBqXLdxPNiWLfTBFAqgbkVzgkZ4TrijxoyR_OvW68bX6eUcF3nXsGt4_dN-re2TUyZ_rfF2y0giS314KIlnC39QQc0/s386/_0%20565_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="372" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Qs4H59SHCK-f5Yt3rfAqKZInY9Ox2W-CqDIb5y9aGEJHQYv2YMfvgzk2eiY-I-l3K--3FMZtg9Qw9H7vcyQK6Og0My9hGpsU6nwBqXLdxPNiWLfTBFAqgbkVzgkZ4TrijxoyR_OvW68bX6eUcF3nXsGt4_dN-re2TUyZ_rfF2y0giS314KIlnC39QQc0/s320/_0%20565_done.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">You could try to be a little more circumspect when we notice that some of your notebooks were left out in the rain during a recent news bulletin. We're not in any position to brag, but the promotion which you so long to bring about won't do anyone any good unless a local factory can be induced to stop infecting people's fingers with amateur parking glue. Sorry, but this is just a 'sore point' with folks on my side of the proverbial fence. You see, one way or another, the principal activator is going to take a fall. And when he does, I'll be right there holding my tongue and distributing buffet items to a phalanx of opportunistic Veterans' Affairs officials. In fact, I make it a practice to keep one right here. I'd ask him to say a few words but, at the moment, he's tied up making a lot of calls on behalf of a tertiary organization. Little does he know how they gently chuckle when he leaves a room in disgust.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F9-GHPwlATbFfFsO_72e9CiZCtq1JhfQDYCWW8rOn3tkG-jtfn4LwZR0KN_lEXsbU5m9nkJQNrpEXnpVa8ZLltuHxOxsb4hHJzUjjjwhrc8ELGqYdOW-XOsEFN2_hAJ9wS2t12ACIpP1X0mleOP_8FExcMPmJn9XHyS8lwf0pScZcDVf1NWRpHD6RrTk/s472/_0%20084_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="302" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F9-GHPwlATbFfFsO_72e9CiZCtq1JhfQDYCWW8rOn3tkG-jtfn4LwZR0KN_lEXsbU5m9nkJQNrpEXnpVa8ZLltuHxOxsb4hHJzUjjjwhrc8ELGqYdOW-XOsEFN2_hAJ9wS2t12ACIpP1X0mleOP_8FExcMPmJn9XHyS8lwf0pScZcDVf1NWRpHD6RrTk/w240-h374/_0%20084_done.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There is a host of reasons why most of us are no longer permitted to leave the grounds without a miniature tail-light concealed on our person. For starters, you'd have to be 'certifiable' to think that you could adjust expectations in light of some of the portents which have come under our purview during the most recent ratings period. Then there's the quandary surrounding a viscous liquid slowly oozing into a control annex in the nerve center. Each of the usurpers has upheld a common oath and regained consciousness without first signing on to a felonious rack sheet. I myself have kept one under a spare pillow for going on three and a half years thus far. And no, I don't intend to retrace my steps anytime soon. As soon as you get back, there's the small matter of a missing lamp cord which might be to your liking. Please let us know if we can help your extended family find employment in a lucrative sector. I have it on good authority that they can be found most nights burnishing their credentials under a streetlamp near a toxic waste dump of some significant repute. Did I or anyone else ever tell you different? Be honest.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">_________________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-12729518718339454282023-06-26T11:30:00.003-07:002023-06-26T12:45:32.250-07:00Colliding Eventualities: Report.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8o4p-S1SakTfcaTjr-DXkylhyowqaKjqH3SWWJyP3Zo9XsQ2oLwfAwc_CnA_7lgiYJyN2YQrPvUm4iKx3VIv3GEdl0-qI3aSQkm0UkwJ38mN448xZHBsv3LeGWjVUp2vtrSU099FcljqFQ5c3ojP2S3AtLvU-orFoApswV8eI9drJ9NLOJpJotrqvxOj1/s599/_0%20956_done3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8o4p-S1SakTfcaTjr-DXkylhyowqaKjqH3SWWJyP3Zo9XsQ2oLwfAwc_CnA_7lgiYJyN2YQrPvUm4iKx3VIv3GEdl0-qI3aSQkm0UkwJ38mN448xZHBsv3LeGWjVUp2vtrSU099FcljqFQ5c3ojP2S3AtLvU-orFoApswV8eI9drJ9NLOJpJotrqvxOj1/s16000/_0%20956_done3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If I'm ever called out of a meeting and my clothing gives off a strong aroma of wrinkled paper trinklets, then anyone who lives within a mile or two of my former inlaws should be asked to get their affairs in order because there's a very long road ahead of us. On the other hand, what is it that gives some people the right to loiter in doorways, write stuff in stolen notebooks and look for all the world like a good examples of actionable computer wraiths? I ask because in all the hubbub surrounding our appearance at an annual shielding festival, I seem to have lost touch with my grooming aide and, given the time of year, just cannot be bothered to give her folks a call without letting a few details slip. They're all about keeping a lid on emerging difficulties, whereas I'm never not in the mood to be bowled over by some of the looks I get while I explore dry wells the world over. You can train them once and you won't live to regret it. However, if you go for Number Two, well, .... the sky itself has a limit, if I'm being honest.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2Du0oUocic9umJPMSKN1wREqqrfM39qhpQd-bXyF2PWqumeVRqsWKtresDz-QcmWYTNOomJ_fJGDI4dQ80jCxp7GO1Q1BLZ0EWBFj9wuQtPw6L5npClMLSYkWr6RFt-Jswv5-LvtOsVvck215741l5Au7fnVfEEQiQCtUlbFgs0uIO8CAnZvTE5-CN-k/s262/_%20000fs2_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="217" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2Du0oUocic9umJPMSKN1wREqqrfM39qhpQd-bXyF2PWqumeVRqsWKtresDz-QcmWYTNOomJ_fJGDI4dQ80jCxp7GO1Q1BLZ0EWBFj9wuQtPw6L5npClMLSYkWr6RFt-Jswv5-LvtOsVvck215741l5Au7fnVfEEQiQCtUlbFgs0uIO8CAnZvTE5-CN-k/s1600/_%20000fs2_done.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">So, we worked on her car until midnight the next morning. I'd placed my favorite jacket in a secure duct for safekeeping. Her undergarments were found on a road at least three hours from here to the East. I rounded up one of my premier crews and laid it on the line. They were, by turns, incredulous, disconsolate, insufferable and not a little volatile. No one has paid me to say this or anything else. Which means there's no money in the bank if one of my lackies turns a downmarket key in a very suspicious lock and we decide to move together as one into an overbroad lake in more ways than one. When I say that I have a right to suspect irregular marauders of handscaping a look-see, then no one in their right mind will think it proper to do double duty while a Christian contemplative rides shotgun on a molecular veranda. It's not for nothing that they pack them in groups of three for just this reason and not much more.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBCUmAiSnzXlBFYsfS3rBLnUsusnetJ7J-zzY_FQNWJ2clpSV2jhNiG-1TMx39u9_weioP-vdfCYc_QbbV3lPKLNvZZVjbx2EUE2nEL5QqWPgQoMU70NVJEPAnYbY-BV-iWNV06QtxHNiZLfgdOv5eCjzUjudMx9RUXzUNdqm5G-cIO9T3AgNzIiANF0l/s450/_0%20260_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="360" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBCUmAiSnzXlBFYsfS3rBLnUsusnetJ7J-zzY_FQNWJ2clpSV2jhNiG-1TMx39u9_weioP-vdfCYc_QbbV3lPKLNvZZVjbx2EUE2nEL5QqWPgQoMU70NVJEPAnYbY-BV-iWNV06QtxHNiZLfgdOv5eCjzUjudMx9RUXzUNdqm5G-cIO9T3AgNzIiANF0l/s320/_0%20260_done.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It'll be kind of a 'pay-me-down', rather than the more customary 'pay-me-over' affair once we've been assured that a linked fissure will be ours for the asking. If no one ever quizzes you about our plan to inter a noxious monad with the personal effects of an abortive skell, could you please guarantee us that you won't stand near a tank of liquid nitrogen while providing back-up for one of the most halting excuses of an Executive Affairs Assistant that anyone's ever seen? The only reason we feel the need to iron this out is the one which you yourself actually put your finger on when we exposed your teenage daughter to sunlight in the most speculative way imaginable. And yet still you prefer to play the 'dumb' card and go about your business without first getting the go-ahead from our Comintern or one of its many proxies in the field. This will leave a serious mark on the record which you like to keep daily. In view of the above, we'd like to have you entertain the notion of faster-than-light travel when the truth is finally set free to roam about without compunction. You are all we have left and now even that is washed away like a tidal frumcake. Happy?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">_________________________________ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-84283961713365273502023-05-07T11:12:00.004-07:002023-05-14T09:26:21.349-07:00Table Findings Resist as Per Ferpteclor..<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCA8mvuczal-SaUgNaruL_6e2WLqRckhoK2XAHgWDqfg5ADx63pyueVxlqty-RQLjRvQP5Mx63mpsXINjdTB93yZm6XNAy1Y7y6613j_3Z7sNy3tFg34RYKe3J2_mWJlfi_yLDnfsNyIrfIW7-r2x2O0hfFCwAuoVtrgMxbMHZutAEIMut7hCG8yGVMw/s428/_0%20000yabel_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="311" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCA8mvuczal-SaUgNaruL_6e2WLqRckhoK2XAHgWDqfg5ADx63pyueVxlqty-RQLjRvQP5Mx63mpsXINjdTB93yZm6XNAy1Y7y6613j_3Z7sNy3tFg34RYKe3J2_mWJlfi_yLDnfsNyIrfIW7-r2x2O0hfFCwAuoVtrgMxbMHZutAEIMut7hCG8yGVMw/s320/_0%20000yabel_done.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The page which sits at the bottom of my table is all we have left. I feel pressure to ignore a belt which I received as a gift before anyone had decided to explore the indoor area. All around us there are shy people who subsist on the knowledge of lone numbers. The page holds these numbers but the convection remains obscure. Since last year's incident, all callers have been asked to provide for a lack of candor about the length of time they intend to squander. It comes from knowing which direction sounds most promising. This gives us confidence in our ultimate betrayal. On the topside, I will be living with a modicum of standard pain, all the while coalescing with the others around our love of succulent bounty. A pleasing life should guarantee the sanctity of a newly endowed profusion of wisdom chips. You may be able to find a container being carried by a woman who seeks to increase the rate of proactive delay. That way, if anyone finds her about to give a stranger a toothsome look, an approximate response shouldn't be a worry in the short run. However, if a person on the command line let's it slide down a sullen hillside, a scattering of breakages is just not something we can afford to pin all of our dashed hopes upon, lest we look with glee at the next dotard to enter the fray.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8lBFSPzhpq-sEISclJC3Xvq_9duPxmMMEH60s_ZJdmWjsJeolqwuvAIwsYtFD1SirPll04ywcOSO3S8cw9323eL8nS7x0BRzKv91Gyzn4302jYMlWlSbYIDT0UYharXmibNtaL6R0RHLBhMGmcO2Iry6ATnJCqBEnL6Ha_VKm_9_BVsGg6J2LktYiA/s360/_0%20977_done2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="360" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8lBFSPzhpq-sEISclJC3Xvq_9duPxmMMEH60s_ZJdmWjsJeolqwuvAIwsYtFD1SirPll04ywcOSO3S8cw9323eL8nS7x0BRzKv91Gyzn4302jYMlWlSbYIDT0UYharXmibNtaL6R0RHLBhMGmcO2Iry6ATnJCqBEnL6Ha_VKm_9_BVsGg6J2LktYiA/s320/_0%20977_done2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I will enter a bid on the thirty-fifth day of my incapacitation. Those who work close by are relieved to finally be allowed entry to my randomly bestowed basket-trance. I always wonder what made them act in such a way that anyone not already enthused would find it hard to lay blame on solidly built young Danish construction brigades. It always seemed so easy to deceive their caregivers as to their ability to violate collapsing social norms. In my own case, it took a steady increase in palendrical segmentation to really open my eyes to the struggles in the daily lives of those thought to be in need of a calmly delivered bromide. Each shelf holds a shelf's worth of exiguously captioned materials. What matters most is that one of our case studies is seen as fair to a network of felonious survivors. This particular issue is quite often perceived to be 'tricky', when in fact, that could not be further from the truth.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYxamr1MDiP5UmrMVV7ToDl1e4mecADhfGMrYsXRE3GWmlhM40qHLxRfiWvth2OUe4QKtkJp8_aAe76Z_2BTh2wfL15k9oOEZ2quoZypewS_aJp2qM2U8IfKsZDt5_cWLbyaj3zAp3lA6zIEFlylq9f1-nSICZPSpY_9qikCH0lLJBOO0pu7lTN-M-Q/s351/_0%20193_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="351" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYxamr1MDiP5UmrMVV7ToDl1e4mecADhfGMrYsXRE3GWmlhM40qHLxRfiWvth2OUe4QKtkJp8_aAe76Z_2BTh2wfL15k9oOEZ2quoZypewS_aJp2qM2U8IfKsZDt5_cWLbyaj3zAp3lA6zIEFlylq9f1-nSICZPSpY_9qikCH0lLJBOO0pu7lTN-M-Q/s320/_0%20193_done.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The bane of our peasant highlights is the amount of detergent needed to undergo a model citizen campaign without incurring the risk of overturning a nascent column of thrillseekers everywhere. On this shoal, no one who cares enough to become their own bargaining chip should feel confident about not having to pay into a common kitty. Because, if even one more sled is found to be in need of copper shielding, we may have to force the issue with little afterthought. This may give us the time we need to restrict her to a steady diet of sodium light tradecraft implosions. You can tell that she was never the intended recipient. As one moves, the other's hair remains perfectly constant. I give you a person of studious bearing. He can be observed on most days sitting quietly in the company of Trappist monks the world over. The strictest of limits are not without their inherent shortcomings. This is why the moments between start and finish are so difficult to predict. I give you all of my padding. Now you lumber incoherently in my Osskoff corridor. We are no longer certain if one is left alive on our burnished track. This isn't what we prepared you for. And now, please fight to resolve the gated penury of untold versabs. It can't hurt if you don't try. Why?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">________________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-83232185402330108132023-04-02T16:02:00.005-07:002023-04-02T16:03:24.935-07:00Preliminary Evaluation.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNj6dSUFy5YWFODcUwhoiG5AXQbbMkO8qOJt5lYQypTpFbQzoEEGWVF81t0nQOt9cYBWDpMZ1vRo0O9mtwk_WxA2E_tcLB_BBQ5vNLYF4iJJEWa3bW7jZUwpp0dN9smZU3t6HTt48QNNbDdq_6BZSEF9TmGVUeEBqLB81uGiNPn7SNzYX0Ya7jAxmt6Q/s321/_0%20418_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="257" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNj6dSUFy5YWFODcUwhoiG5AXQbbMkO8qOJt5lYQypTpFbQzoEEGWVF81t0nQOt9cYBWDpMZ1vRo0O9mtwk_WxA2E_tcLB_BBQ5vNLYF4iJJEWa3bW7jZUwpp0dN9smZU3t6HTt48QNNbDdq_6BZSEF9TmGVUeEBqLB81uGiNPn7SNzYX0Ya7jAxmt6Q/w232-h290/_0%20418_done.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Trace amounts were found, along with a shard of an invisible mirror, a waxen Vicar's shield and three stellar objets d'art. I walked through her room at the Fontana Inn, took the chance to catch up on some of my shows and then realized that someone who'd been brutally honest half a lifetime ago could ill afford to take my place without first registering with a little known agency for the benefit of a powerless faction. In the beginning, I was all hands-and-feet. By the time it ended, I believed with every fiber of my being that your proposal would have to be shelved before a microscopic spot could expand into a full blown text-derived fracas. Why is it that an ambitious hausfrau named Becky Norman has been held liable for over $29.00 of damages to my Aunt Minerva Kelly's rattan patio set? Especially given the fact she's grown ever more remote over the ensuing years of internecine struggle, it would only behoove a nested futternink to survive the Winter without having to call in a temporizing brigade of aftasastic featherweights.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGonW-IMC7ZB680WYA7z3XELMgtFezFMcfrcp7rNHibMrSfHkzv_HOl6OFIGPZj4GGdmjiSrdSmqRRfzBM-SjYLHcoKGYbR7V6EKlzyEtglo6fA_JBvmw5AOKtBGpefkHvXs3JK4A30OES_n8H5St2K0D_HOmYIy5iMSfRh7yWx8Ka7al-HMoJpQyo1A/s424/_0%20032_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="281" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGonW-IMC7ZB680WYA7z3XELMgtFezFMcfrcp7rNHibMrSfHkzv_HOl6OFIGPZj4GGdmjiSrdSmqRRfzBM-SjYLHcoKGYbR7V6EKlzyEtglo6fA_JBvmw5AOKtBGpefkHvXs3JK4A30OES_n8H5St2K0D_HOmYIy5iMSfRh7yWx8Ka7al-HMoJpQyo1A/w228-h343/_0%20032_done.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My years in the industry have done a lot of damage to innocent home owners county-wide. However, this, by itself, shouldn't entitle any two-bit security threat who walks, talks, and quacks like a duck, to gain unprecedented Holy Roman access to seventeen years worth of confidential jeremiands without first submitting a full roster of specimen samples. This is not the way I was raised to behave while attending a rally in the name of a deceased step-uncle in-law. And, just to be clear, I won't have you or anyone else waltzing around my parlor trying to be noticed by those content to be 'on the safe side', as they so willfully put it. As I prepared to enter my bedchamber just a week ago last night, something came to me which, while slighty amusing, just didn't make me want to crawl through a moving target to retrieve a set of boldly patterned cloister pots. You can tell that I am firmly commtted to achieving an ever softer skin tone on the palms of my hands. If not, I'll have no choice but to start living in your basement rent free. Do you feel it yet?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">___________________________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-69517581004478593142023-03-05T09:45:00.003-08:002023-03-05T09:45:57.862-08:00Report from the front line of the inner struggle.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKISBJSJ04TOVHerzEisbjOKkP_Jyckj9NkXTnLlqYyqL3pd9NzEwF6iYSvgi7Z8FwanLM-NPWjV_iGbs-f-ujCXFvI9ZW5XJO0s2TLKHKZhziIHLOUuJMghxTlzXMNSx9rofATtEBThk1MAXnS5Camx-9Tw5xlH9s4DOqaesFNc0CMY34iV8RAsBbA/s385/_0%20115_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKISBJSJ04TOVHerzEisbjOKkP_Jyckj9NkXTnLlqYyqL3pd9NzEwF6iYSvgi7Z8FwanLM-NPWjV_iGbs-f-ujCXFvI9ZW5XJO0s2TLKHKZhziIHLOUuJMghxTlzXMNSx9rofATtEBThk1MAXnS5Camx-9Tw5xlH9s4DOqaesFNc0CMY34iV8RAsBbA/s16000/_0%20115_done.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When I tell you that every once in a while, I give serious thought to the ground truth of your continued existence, that's when you should try to spot tiny, animated specks moving just outside of your field of vision. If any sound accompanies their incessant dithering, you can chalk it up to a negligible potion which one of us was politely requested to drink. And that's on a good night. If you had signaled me with a flashlight in the rain during that evening years before I had any right to expect trespass-papers, I could have told you then and there not to evince a belief in discarnate vagabonds as that could prove to be your psychic undoing when I stepped out to use the john. A detailed investigation of wholesale imperfection is all that stands between us and the wiles of a battle hardened inebrient of the fourth kind. In case you don't know any better, one of your most devoted disciples is scheduled for advanced removal at the crank of dogs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieu3moLts_gwJpX_DW_2OjBqCgUMrMybZuF2RDV-lkifYknkDjtB26c_wH5wp5GZ_ErRy_LUh1k-4Zb9z8Gvj0i1yHR2fw5mA_uUgkaTTr-fFkJv8cuI2XWp_xFmkL5Sx9RIJuWTQ5l3kAksA_SC3Ru4zYpMbcPhoqQZf7VIeMrhPVW7Hp0-AtJKmn-Q/s311/_0%20000_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="311" data-original-width="280" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieu3moLts_gwJpX_DW_2OjBqCgUMrMybZuF2RDV-lkifYknkDjtB26c_wH5wp5GZ_ErRy_LUh1k-4Zb9z8Gvj0i1yHR2fw5mA_uUgkaTTr-fFkJv8cuI2XWp_xFmkL5Sx9RIJuWTQ5l3kAksA_SC3Ru4zYpMbcPhoqQZf7VIeMrhPVW7Hp0-AtJKmn-Q/s1600/_0%20000_done.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div>We used to prefer re-usable eunuchs to provide a serious cover story in case all the stunts in the book didn't cut it anymore. By the time I yielded the right-of-way to a major organized crime figure, I'd all but stopped caring about how my appearance could affect those less fortunate than the average of what came before. Before what? Before I was forced to give up the one thing which coats some of the more mundane pieces with soothing moistness to keep everything droll and puffy. I say this as a friend, or even a loyal enemy. It irks the very ground upon which I stake my codified bell system that when someone requires a vanishing reprimand, I'm usually not the one who leaves the pound with only a modified soreness near the area. It would be a 'dream come true' if one of us could get behind a wheel and look for continuing monoliths in our dressing cage. Unlike the other two fellows who brought you into our arrangement, at gun point if necessary, I'm the one who usually goes through buildings with only one small label glued prominently to my joiner's loop. And you know what that is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBnQfS2Z5fl1EKxj1RRpqbXqKB9xLSbA_fDsKIO5UK_Wf1Whjfi2CDw3k5C4T0P99TfVFdmJuwPkUpYCAVMIObxldZ9iUxtid167jAL2EB8ERc9gN6pR50rPmzMoM9U-V7QksDKJe5dFj3XRY3e1g-UrLQNHdZUs6pCom25o5-oiF0C-Wc2QdmFKOcA/s397/_0%20916_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBnQfS2Z5fl1EKxj1RRpqbXqKB9xLSbA_fDsKIO5UK_Wf1Whjfi2CDw3k5C4T0P99TfVFdmJuwPkUpYCAVMIObxldZ9iUxtid167jAL2EB8ERc9gN6pR50rPmzMoM9U-V7QksDKJe5dFj3XRY3e1g-UrLQNHdZUs6pCom25o5-oiF0C-Wc2QdmFKOcA/s320/_0%20916_done.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The 'trick-of-a-lifetime' is what we were promised. Instead, a random assortment of variegated console powders evoked a sinister gel plan which only helped re-brand a case of serious vapors. I once read that those in need of a sound policy proposal would be better served if the racket often heard during a minor tussle could be recorded for the pleasure of our lesser bromads. They have a way of yanking any vainglorious contender into an innocuous field unit for a quick stress-test near a bonny ridge. The drifts which you inoculate near my right eye are solely tapered for the truly greedy. I live with this every day. Others are not so lucky. When they stare at my door asking for a panty farling, I know they're up to no good even if their leanings make for a good convo at the pub on weekends in the dry season. If I tell them that I've never had any, they refuse to believe that it runs in my family's blood. Not only that, they also liken it to the way a robot would behave in a densely packed warehouse. Excuse me, but I fail to see what that has to do with my segment of the presentation. Now you're doing it right.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">_____________________________ </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div> </div><br /> <p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-26607403245200013182023-02-18T19:19:00.005-08:002023-02-18T19:23:42.086-08:00Let's float this and see if it sticks!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmVPtBFsmeD-nl7QnSTG7PQQ7DYO9L4Gks7IRHVRFBlDvZutn-CKh5B9DuDSDT4_wPV9WchHQRhCNGnwCsckBVQQaTrIR5IYtiH4saDJbSkS-YcphEMv6QgJhZ0RWg1HA7uLYdElc-H38oZYKU_lWa64-fhXcjJTKBqYDDvmzt6MzU9ejdwzGTk1teA/s276/_0%20719_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmVPtBFsmeD-nl7QnSTG7PQQ7DYO9L4Gks7IRHVRFBlDvZutn-CKh5B9DuDSDT4_wPV9WchHQRhCNGnwCsckBVQQaTrIR5IYtiH4saDJbSkS-YcphEMv6QgJhZ0RWg1HA7uLYdElc-H38oZYKU_lWa64-fhXcjJTKBqYDDvmzt6MzU9ejdwzGTk1teA/s16000/_0%20719_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It's not uncommon for someone in my puffball league to wax philosophic in order to explain the rather remarkable changes observed in the master category of local clump-like structures. We've taken to giving them control names and even conferring honorary sentience. All but ignored is the fact that I no longer seek to hide my proclivities from an independent commission of inchoate busybodies. Because yes, it's all I can do to enforce a scheme of bonded stripes, which, when proper coloring is applied will render our own softer touches as somehow miraculous in the short run. At longer time horizons, anyone who commands the respect of an entire cohort of industrial sales representatives can't have it both ways, however much they may want to skip to a very revealing function. To say that I've had it up to 'here', wouldn't only be untrue, it would also be incredibly hurtful. And this after fourteen years of unchecked service to Our Lady of Ministry. The nerve!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpR-vQrWXj_6Gva0tvBL52kxI5SbgeWtez4IcwDYtFBn_Thz_fVgHDHQefTEdQKo6zUfulzVlJQkZTeCRBNczvLVinfZLxlHWrevzCM8DGyoryoUJSDl2tzQWgsQav8x-JYv_4zwf55ifol78q25qCSlSoXSTeltz2FZJSBx1Mlz31pY0U1CtIeoEC2g/s515/_0%20692_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpR-vQrWXj_6Gva0tvBL52kxI5SbgeWtez4IcwDYtFBn_Thz_fVgHDHQefTEdQKo6zUfulzVlJQkZTeCRBNczvLVinfZLxlHWrevzCM8DGyoryoUJSDl2tzQWgsQav8x-JYv_4zwf55ifol78q25qCSlSoXSTeltz2FZJSBx1Mlz31pY0U1CtIeoEC2g/s16000/_0%20692_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On this or any other day, as I gavel in the proceedings from my mountaintop retreat, it occurs to me that solidified materials are an increasing challenge for our younger colleagues. On the rare occasions when their whining reaches an ungrounded pitch, I will make the 'supreme sacrifice' and remove an imaginary object from a pleated cape. And this will be directly in front of a single stationary camera so that any charges of misfeasance will render the accuser into a salvific meat product for which his remaining iron will do the 'dirty deed'. My wife and I have decided to move our operation to the Southern coast of the Northern-most of the Maldive Islands. From there we will direct a truly vacant series of unbastioned studio product. I have it in writing that even the lowliest camper, if he or she should find the correct melody to intone, will be invited onto the stage and charged with multiple counts of aggravated perfidy. During all my years at the Directorate, I can't remember a single time when this or that stalwart had the coonies to jump over a desk at the noon hour to retrieve the last removable holder from the grip of a reliably cooperative ejection specialist any time soon. For what it's worth, it's still hard for me to believe that you are mentally lying to yourself even as you read this.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkR201KUnRHRV2fP7i-3-CPphV6zuj5Ig-4v1OnIIY_nP1J53h9LJ8dN8dgOSuZEesK-J8uGsgk_QK0rsx8JdfF949UGB_b3X0OzBfwE8G1pcu8XFFQdnOz86JyMLC8QPwtPLWkKd7yujezSSEaRBsbR8Tt1g23522pAw5E2PFITYfGmUUMA6HFvHtfQ/s402/_0-0-9-9-9-9-7-1-9_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="318" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkR201KUnRHRV2fP7i-3-CPphV6zuj5Ig-4v1OnIIY_nP1J53h9LJ8dN8dgOSuZEesK-J8uGsgk_QK0rsx8JdfF949UGB_b3X0OzBfwE8G1pcu8XFFQdnOz86JyMLC8QPwtPLWkKd7yujezSSEaRBsbR8Tt1g23522pAw5E2PFITYfGmUUMA6HFvHtfQ/w260-h329/_0-0-9-9-9-9-7-1-9_done.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It's no secret that if even one of us is asked to live for a month or two without a carbon shielding apparatus, that will be the last time that any of our many hands will be wired for sound. Another sore point revolves around my relationship with the soon-to-be former Ms. Debra Fischer. But for her many perceptual onslaughts, those who peer playfully and without guile through unanticipated openings, could, even now, be risking life and limb to foretell an unexpected result of a not very well known, yet decisive, contretemps. I've asked only one person to arrive not only in one piece, but also in one place. From which we are sure any crappy plans can be crushed in a matter of months, if not years. It goes to show the rest of them what can be boastfully accomplished when working together becomes just another idle threat formation diatribe. I take it that some of you reading this are wondering where you, in fact, fit in. If that's the case, I'd go out of my way to have you processed in less than a day. Beyond that. what we need to hear is how you intend to make our lives and work both more challenging and more productive by half. With all that out of the way, I intend to take you by the hand and lead you through an underground passage so that you can see for yourself that we mean no harm. At least not until we have good reason to believe that you may have dual loyalties. Does this sound like something you'd be interested in getting involved with for the long run? Don't lie.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">___________________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-50146669496071979122023-01-02T08:57:00.002-08:002023-01-02T09:21:57.030-08:00One Man's Flight to Sanity.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOZYb5aJCnfDp3lIPb0yMM5beQgmK4R4lE2R8dSEFIgGB8O9LNZrT3NlBuq7ptMxnUK0O2WSfbKOba023bzpzpwB5KLcXqDn46Gri_5tY_rf1tmR7pgE0OM-sK0r8Fw8br7lZqMwxwX1i2JyP56KEO6DHb8K-rffHZxTp9-xraIovOQnzIUafIKRySg/s528/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-7-2_done.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOZYb5aJCnfDp3lIPb0yMM5beQgmK4R4lE2R8dSEFIgGB8O9LNZrT3NlBuq7ptMxnUK0O2WSfbKOba023bzpzpwB5KLcXqDn46Gri_5tY_rf1tmR7pgE0OM-sK0r8Fw8br7lZqMwxwX1i2JyP56KEO6DHb8K-rffHZxTp9-xraIovOQnzIUafIKRySg/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-7-2_done.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">From the way I was seen walking to my car the other night, not a few folks started having second thoughts about getting the wrong idea. Even on the off chance that I was mistaken as to the basic premise, that was still no excuse for my family to calculate an imaginary wind storm while I rested peacefully in my room after a Bible funding collapse. The scary thing was, I'd known each of them for at least a minute or two and was under no illusion that they could be coerced to initiate a hare-brained scheme just for the honor of saying that 'it just wasn't so'. I stewed in my gruel and then got up, lit a cup of joe and got under the covers for a long haul. In this case I caught a ride with a semi out of Cleveland for a West Coast jog. On the third leg of what turned out to be a monumental boner, I was handed a flashlight and a magnetic tarpine and asked to rouse some of the plunderers from my home state. Even so, a lot of the reports I filed rested on the good-faith efforts of the easily repressed. I could pull them out by the hands or have them delivered expo-facto into a badly scripted third-party humility-trap. At which time most of the particles would be hard to spot, if that. Don't say you weren't warned. That's why it always becomes warmer at night, even though it rarely is. When?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB5kAipxQs3EEMBroGzT2CqiKf2IwrbEQbps-ZobBe_beTeHq-Nqwil7uENu9Aj9AVAe-AQaGs4IWdsT-7dDxAB3VLokIoUHMPT9arouPW08LaQf58cmtoXNUQHErFrhqpGDk6-9RDcpZEEB3pmXzZJo6J1qA9ddKHxc4_jDif8yhIRx980VJytQRNg/s352/_0-0-9-9-9-9-6-2-0_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB5kAipxQs3EEMBroGzT2CqiKf2IwrbEQbps-ZobBe_beTeHq-Nqwil7uENu9Aj9AVAe-AQaGs4IWdsT-7dDxAB3VLokIoUHMPT9arouPW08LaQf58cmtoXNUQHErFrhqpGDk6-9RDcpZEEB3pmXzZJo6J1qA9ddKHxc4_jDif8yhIRx980VJytQRNg/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-6-2-0_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If there seems to be a gaping hole in this account, please remember, those were your words, not mine. More often than not, we try to take our time when introducing new Escort Cadets into the vacancy pool at one of the motor lodges under the Security Blanket. If any of them start to project immature fantasy material into our Master Class, we can always contract the services of a power lifter and see them diminish one by one until all that's left are a few piddling remarks in the wake of an inoffensive presentation. It's not an exaggeration to say that I'd happily go to bat to have her picture introduced into the food supply of a major motion picture. The kind where you can almost hear someone say something, but not quite. It's all about the explosions. But on set we run a very tight ship. If anyone is having a 'bad day', we sit together and try to talk it out. No one ever likes to mention it, but there's often quite a bit of intentionality involved. Especially when it comes to diverting funds into a patterned relapse flagship. There you can often find one or two folks who make some very valid points. And, you know what? They DO have a point. People just want to see their kids on a TV show. Is that so wrong? Why do you say that?</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxlE4YULOe_8bLEKUfBZnJA78F_Ta5etr-1-6KGF5_zzVo5ZAu1mif7p7C4fct_PZegssCk8eOAmbyJRjRIZMtVnXClXon8OzBnEPPQjmRhaHcoHzb8z5FMsWrfIrbkpiSvxmiqLNVxeJEDW4EzRqHZbF0mdhygBQW_xyHQvyTNov7aOrHHb_myuo8w/s252/_0-0-9-9-9-9-6-0-1_done2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="208" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxlE4YULOe_8bLEKUfBZnJA78F_Ta5etr-1-6KGF5_zzVo5ZAu1mif7p7C4fct_PZegssCk8eOAmbyJRjRIZMtVnXClXon8OzBnEPPQjmRhaHcoHzb8z5FMsWrfIrbkpiSvxmiqLNVxeJEDW4EzRqHZbF0mdhygBQW_xyHQvyTNov7aOrHHb_myuo8w/s1600/_0-0-9-9-9-9-6-0-1_done2.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When you start to look for a way to impress yourself with your cleverness, you could do a lot worse than to locate a mechanical spaniel in one of the caves under the Dorset Green. One way or the other, I believe we will live to see the day when people the world over are removed from a hazardous situation without their families or friends knowing any better. Once they see the trouble they've caused, no one will be able to set them up on a new career path. From this moment forward, let a call go out and then call it a night for all I care. If I were to cater a private affair, would anyone object if I left a few fabric samples behind so you could take a look? It should only be a few moments before we'll be back on our feet. Still, you might not want to be in the room when I get back from an orderly process. Even with all the regularized distortions, some folks still try to have it both ways. After I feed them, they usually join separate lines. But not before they are asked to abandon a very discreet panel. This was set up over a year ago. My Uncle had a part in it. It's dogged him for at least three years. And yet he still can't seem to find a way out. They have a weird hold over his breathing process. And also his hypnotic reveries. It's often stated that this gets easier with age. I find just the reverse to be true. Which is why you should stop hitting me.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">___________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-11750342827665520472022-12-17T10:03:00.005-08:002022-12-17T10:56:51.304-08:00You know who you are, isn't it?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5f7woY4yEv0Ps1M8yCPBPqWHzlFJ4tNjRsC-8L2ctIky0dK4Cj8tsdiC_b4qbqPTCjr2bxQ34wTNUH7J-eTojUjI1T_lnDrTfc9N_bjRVdkZYInN4plQLQ1mySULg_tAnYIwE465jhsjXkBp020N7mgsvSxWNXgZ8-Mm0mQ0323CM7vtMECIDRBdiA/s539/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-2-3m_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="331" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5f7woY4yEv0Ps1M8yCPBPqWHzlFJ4tNjRsC-8L2ctIky0dK4Cj8tsdiC_b4qbqPTCjr2bxQ34wTNUH7J-eTojUjI1T_lnDrTfc9N_bjRVdkZYInN4plQLQ1mySULg_tAnYIwE465jhsjXkBp020N7mgsvSxWNXgZ8-Mm0mQ0323CM7vtMECIDRBdiA/w290-h473/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-2-3m_done.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">You are the one who we've entrusted to measure and install a tripwire at the entryway to our Central Demonization Annex. This can only help the most sincere applicants to sort through a mountain of offering statements and expose a near-term surcharge megalith. The brand-management team is all over your side of the argument and one day very soon a transponent corofim will no longer appear bound for a season of unscripted justice armadas. The tinkling sound in the corner of your plume is just the kind of racket which anyone who thinks of getting involved could do worse than to mildly approximate. Yes, there WILL be manifold opportunities to snuggle with alt-right activists and no one should worry about the invitation which disappeared down a rabbit hole of our own exclusive design. It comes in any color you can imagine, if only you could see your way clear to lie down peacefully once the announcement becomes an immaculate reality on the ground going forward. In the midst of a long, cold afternoon, it's remotely possible that you'll be able to find your very own tube which contains everythnig you'll need for a dormant recipe follicle.</span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLamnHFhLljl6TWj6g_H62yA8NaNHB36gsefSXWVtf5Ac6lbCfjGsiil1tSX_msAMnRuTmNWmeMcLbwhTTBMcA7XsiLdmBxNHiFCCk3HyiZDos-KNkLuNEOgg4fU_EdzUrtF9Yvi9iVR0lBbwqLTnZaDU0iWh76NF-opeCJ89nzDDSrLUaUXJ2uvHkEQ/s331/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-0-4_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="331" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLamnHFhLljl6TWj6g_H62yA8NaNHB36gsefSXWVtf5Ac6lbCfjGsiil1tSX_msAMnRuTmNWmeMcLbwhTTBMcA7XsiLdmBxNHiFCCk3HyiZDos-KNkLuNEOgg4fU_EdzUrtF9Yvi9iVR0lBbwqLTnZaDU0iWh76NF-opeCJ89nzDDSrLUaUXJ2uvHkEQ/s320/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-0-4_done.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We all long for the days when one trick after another would spark the interest of those currently enshrined in the moshpit next to the convertible transom in our isomeric garage tulku. I will plead the fifth when it comes to circulating bales of whey among depressed celebrity handlers in our third largest exposition fiasco. There's just no telling when I'll once again be repeatedly rammed on my way through the dorsal chamber which abuts the sacristy in my fog helmet. Because of all the times that my leisure mode beverage of choice was laced with a permanent stain-removal procedure, I've been forced to take out all the stops in a conveniently placed opinion-quotient release, and all that with my head caught between my own two, very burly, front-backs. Now that the interval between gatherings has ramped up, all the usual flyboys have decided to give our ringtoss a wide berth and instead motion to some of our pre-teen Nurse Assistants that they should take a few minutes and spend them wisely once the demolition starts in earnest. Call them by whatever name strikes your fancy; just please don't issue standing orders to betray a common enemy for wont of a strident paleo enthusiast.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVE2ZGsiRjhi_Iuxaf0Enhmm1G3hXjbZb3yfmoQ9pCp28fr51gHB4SOs9YJ2XQok_nKzx7KLEWgUbhEjz7FxCLxTZ9sjJqDFr5KFhFNzk7H5wKNcFjR9tPtWqtKAXP8F_ABiWCb0X9PiScsTpleCQXM-Ln3MBSv-gyv_X-vjPlfAG5yZbVdk-lDWUTQ/s375/_0-0-9-9-9-9-5-0-9_done2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="375" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVE2ZGsiRjhi_Iuxaf0Enhmm1G3hXjbZb3yfmoQ9pCp28fr51gHB4SOs9YJ2XQok_nKzx7KLEWgUbhEjz7FxCLxTZ9sjJqDFr5KFhFNzk7H5wKNcFjR9tPtWqtKAXP8F_ABiWCb0X9PiScsTpleCQXM-Ln3MBSv-gyv_X-vjPlfAG5yZbVdk-lDWUTQ/w284-h238/_0-0-9-9-9-9-5-0-9_done2.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Now we need all of you to strain yourselves until the pindar juice is fully backed with gold contract flukes. Each will then be asked to enable seven strikes to be added surreptitiously to their name-of-choice. A round-robin will ensue in our purpose-built dome lozenge, at which time a never-before-seen color field will be induced into the visitors' prayer-group mound. The vision will ring with a sterling clarity, and I expect to see an appalling amount of victim-blaming occurring without any single individual having to rely on a purported ribbon tree in our Sculpture Annex. Has anyone heard tell of an ancient formula for restoring unshaped pardons to a pristine parking slide? Because if so, there won't be any people left stranded in a line at a ceremony on the Lower Level. That's due to the fact that our Phase One endpoint is just a matter of seconds from cancellation. Tony Beflin will give everything he's good for. Without that, some very pious people would be sunk within a pastel rolfing snot. You can even see it in their eyes. It's made of a permanent enamel. This is the cause of not a little sensitivity. And no, I'm totally uninterested in how they appear behind closed doors. Trailing compartments could be another story. You tell me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">___________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></div>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-60031597041870224392022-11-23T12:25:00.003-08:002022-11-23T12:26:02.827-08:00This is NOT rhetorical.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvcc6ly3NEOovfnuMzexCsf9unr7sFN2CZzn_8TB2i6iMGMwxOPdTbjIJlZQ0bMu8KiX7j_DhmPWGp0Y5FdzmHpMh0NjFfHM0O_nO3RGngoMjq-r8bHxBboR7R53kjgDkWv94T9wpYOBVBmjvLm2hJ6DUNk6pjLy3PhKy1XlDlbMB47CHugN-ErswDA/s370/_0-0-9-9-7-4-0_done3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvcc6ly3NEOovfnuMzexCsf9unr7sFN2CZzn_8TB2i6iMGMwxOPdTbjIJlZQ0bMu8KiX7j_DhmPWGp0Y5FdzmHpMh0NjFfHM0O_nO3RGngoMjq-r8bHxBboR7R53kjgDkWv94T9wpYOBVBmjvLm2hJ6DUNk6pjLy3PhKy1XlDlbMB47CHugN-ErswDA/s16000/_0-0-9-9-7-4-0_done3.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Does it ever strike you as odd that when we're on our game no one can be bothered to interfere with our current status update? Because, even though I've loaned him the equivalent of two hundred and thirty-two panels, the time never seems to arrive that we can just place our hands on a central table and take turns on a mound in one of the Recreation Centers near our office segment. The pattern which you observed in my best-dressed category is nothing less than the latest example of our rigged result coming under serious wraps. If anyone tells you that they're impressed by your temperate reaction to news of a random flooding event, you might think to offer them a chance at telling time from the back seat of one of our premier duco lounge sets. It's known that just the integers alone could have you questioning the exact reason for your habitual malfeasance. It's not like anyone as unlikeable as myself would think to offer you a chance at every last swedenborg in our County Treasure Chest. That's when the 'big boys' come out to play. You don't want to be in the room. Or, maybe you do. What will it take? Some kind of hair care product? Don't go there.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJMQP6TkA8Bv3Sv5CDb40LCIGQWK_0_RFnr5NlzyYeKB67P43ffUeNembtPE-rZuBsHsMoMPz4J4fSO95wCBM3x9W5fCyL0h51N4LtsxIVe9iuFNxu-P1G7gY6xyDRf5dP5J_KyxHSSqj-FufCN7QuclfEOwYESxQJmqwb4d7DqKAejt1SGQMToe7rw/s457/_0-0-9-9-9-9-3-9-4_done.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="457" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJMQP6TkA8Bv3Sv5CDb40LCIGQWK_0_RFnr5NlzyYeKB67P43ffUeNembtPE-rZuBsHsMoMPz4J4fSO95wCBM3x9W5fCyL0h51N4LtsxIVe9iuFNxu-P1G7gY6xyDRf5dP5J_KyxHSSqj-FufCN7QuclfEOwYESxQJmqwb4d7DqKAejt1SGQMToe7rw/w525-h332/_0-0-9-9-9-9-3-9-4_done.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After my son rode a mis-positioned scoop underneath a psychic roadbed, his mother (my former wife, Jillary Mosgrun) hosed up some pleated ballet slippers and made off with the lion's share of the proceeds after not more than eleven big ones. For my part, I never wasn't unconvinced that her attraction to satirical spy satchels had anything to do with my lactose intolerance writ large. But, what I DO know to be the case is that without her fooling around in a down-market longterm storage operation, no one would have ever had the bright idea to look through my credit report and find a gaping hole where that came from. In all my years in the Chicago Police Department, I've never had to lie about where, when and/or if I had to hang my head in artificial shame. It doesn't take a genius to see that I was the clueless one all along. In the event that someone knocks over a precious display, you may have to make do with whatever you can scavenge from a bootstrap comintern on the periphery of the outskirts. In which case you better be ready to deal with some very major characters. I've never taken a penny in my whole life, just so you know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yz9dGnBIYbcomhrkpY8RDnNTf9k_ThmzAtOBuWCpAv9zbldgVTqv56FOaEppMrwscmAX3TnS8CSqCJYwDyiJ9co0wzMLIXGyzBasY79TFvzg_alUyycjvTLj7IPMWTBBeLH0AYzL3SwrCXwQHod2AQOOiwjRTfSYd2oe0b3mXR-fW-cKtZGqm1kaPA/s343/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-1-1m_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yz9dGnBIYbcomhrkpY8RDnNTf9k_ThmzAtOBuWCpAv9zbldgVTqv56FOaEppMrwscmAX3TnS8CSqCJYwDyiJ9co0wzMLIXGyzBasY79TFvzg_alUyycjvTLj7IPMWTBBeLH0AYzL3SwrCXwQHod2AQOOiwjRTfSYd2oe0b3mXR-fW-cKtZGqm1kaPA/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-4-1-1m_done.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">What will it take to finally get people to understand that they won't stand a chance if they take a chance and just 'stand there'? Because, if anyone ever finds a telltale lesion on the exact spot where my bodice was interred for the duration, it's a good bet that a rain-compromised filtration excuse won't do the trick to get them all buckled up for our field trip to witness a military flaring device up close and personal. My own 'season of doubt' began when and where yours was said to end. And that's before all friendship cones were duly accounted for. Who the hell is it who would go to bat for the likes of a scrawny shipmate in an underground plenary trap? If you knew them like I do, I don't think your answer would be less then three percent correct. And that's not even adding in the time spent on overbroad narrative conventions. Please don't think that we can't see what you do in a secret library compartment. Of all the ones I've ever encountered, that has got to be the most impressive collection of Eddie Haskell bibliographies that anyone's ever thought to use as emergency fire paste. Please accept my most sincere condolences. It won't help. See?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-83060244564155508232022-11-15T13:22:00.004-08:002022-11-15T13:26:15.215-08:00Try to weave this into your life's fabric.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJB3MPx66UjKTmTJ3LuQPwKnKwiZZbLLjOCKNgzphEr6BLQvSI-6QNn0ON8cbeNi5wsxafl-PVw-Ch6xpDT-9Ue3cu4nbMYJVHymj51zaB-lMrjxldUUN1jD7jSHo-PjGqLTwk_YHGSe0EQe7srsddN6CUagvPJVoII91XaocCSHvzOPG9VQb2Eg2cQ/s389/_0-0-9-9-9-9-3-3-5m_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="379" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJB3MPx66UjKTmTJ3LuQPwKnKwiZZbLLjOCKNgzphEr6BLQvSI-6QNn0ON8cbeNi5wsxafl-PVw-Ch6xpDT-9Ue3cu4nbMYJVHymj51zaB-lMrjxldUUN1jD7jSHo-PjGqLTwk_YHGSe0EQe7srsddN6CUagvPJVoII91XaocCSHvzOPG9VQb2Eg2cQ/w277-h284/_0-0-9-9-9-9-3-3-5m_done.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This isn't the kind of thing which happened more than once or twice a year. The guy who was known around town for infiltrating micro-scale sculptures into the community water supply drove into Biloxi early one evening on mountain scale. I would arrange to have his information scanned in advance to ease his daughter's release from an inappropriate group located just below the Gulch. Try as I might, I couldn't get the thing to hitch. So, I ended up back in Mark's basement, only this time I had to convince some strenuous onlookers to stand near the rear entrance in case there was anything to endure before a steep fall-off.</span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKT9Kr0Em2MM7zmhVqn3O8l26J6kQJCnhywOsPUiGNliFTYfSXTkqklCu3gleauW5VWR_1B9IemoUz0_J58s8Ib3IHpNq4zHz0ZxKyusiTAnt5hWgMkw7tUOCrpsPuntQVjDd3irWAFv2W3qI1vcKs67O4extda2bMV3Pvv5qO520qOckfHhQsd1Z9g/s320/_0-0-9-9-9-9-3-3-2_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKT9Kr0Em2MM7zmhVqn3O8l26J6kQJCnhywOsPUiGNliFTYfSXTkqklCu3gleauW5VWR_1B9IemoUz0_J58s8Ib3IHpNq4zHz0ZxKyusiTAnt5hWgMkw7tUOCrpsPuntQVjDd3irWAFv2W3qI1vcKs67O4extda2bMV3Pvv5qO520qOckfHhQsd1Z9g/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-3-3-2_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Sheila walked into the carport on the instructions of my former mentor. As his associate once confided to my estranged attorney, it would likely take upwards of three or four weeks before we could begin to reconcile conflicting accounts in the matter of likely placement of materials to be officially codified during a sparsely attended ceremony at Winston Field. In cooperation with the Piper Boys out of Allentown, PA, we would meet with a steady cascade of applicants to the point where a brownout seemed in the offing.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlyVrwhprEW4QQ99szKLqxmONSbEFVvP52zimeh6ineQ738sYonNgnyC7nMT1-wxMzMGRGRGI7yM2Z3h9gwYZQATKBPRJc48_kLJq8DR4KrzcUfF2WbyiT7JMHC-oWKFLdXlxARdD4_3l7g3UX6YGFGs0cMxvRe1-1ljaXqlZfVnapYhq3MsciuWODA/s332/_0-0-9-9-9-9-2-2-9_done.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="332" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlyVrwhprEW4QQ99szKLqxmONSbEFVvP52zimeh6ineQ738sYonNgnyC7nMT1-wxMzMGRGRGI7yM2Z3h9gwYZQATKBPRJc48_kLJq8DR4KrzcUfF2WbyiT7JMHC-oWKFLdXlxARdD4_3l7g3UX6YGFGs0cMxvRe1-1ljaXqlZfVnapYhq3MsciuWODA/w290-h288/_0-0-9-9-9-9-2-2-9_done.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I got on the horn to thank my brother's ontologist before switching out a set of duds which no one but a lame epterola could fail to appreciate for no reason other than the drill of the bunt. Even as her hands mounted an improbable defense, the back-end promise-keepers still hadn't erected a phony proxy stall so that those in their mid-aughts would have a chance to skulk through stacks of course-work, even while arousing a devilish sympathy among the unwashed layabouts. What does it take to scour a neighbor's nightpad when stellar additions are things of the past? I won't interrupt your support crew if their number includes known carriers.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">_________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></div>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-16612517591534103582022-10-25T12:44:00.000-07:002022-10-25T12:44:28.769-07:00For one so young ... Who goes there?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjhCc6E-5Cs94rVaFbB5Kmw0nvp7KGgmSJqUSAwUshm43cmmlS7SZV8jXI7XsSTk-WpalPuA35fW0O-EN6eOMw2-W8vbFuTMpIvfF-Zjzf13WRmJKJZx8zCuSjWs4u1YgYBnUEMRHhFSdrcUS7ZvgXDFppc06ssiPXQx619SSKLSHEeaFsWy8Jj9Qzw/s420/_0-0-9-9-9-9-2-4-0_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjhCc6E-5Cs94rVaFbB5Kmw0nvp7KGgmSJqUSAwUshm43cmmlS7SZV8jXI7XsSTk-WpalPuA35fW0O-EN6eOMw2-W8vbFuTMpIvfF-Zjzf13WRmJKJZx8zCuSjWs4u1YgYBnUEMRHhFSdrcUS7ZvgXDFppc06ssiPXQx619SSKLSHEeaFsWy8Jj9Qzw/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-2-4-0_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One of the ways which people sometimes use to make their 'worship gestures' appear more febrile by half, is to invite participants to investigate the likelihood that one or more of them will have dodged a circulatory issue before the night is out. At the same time, more than a few of our best lookers seem to forever be holding tightly to a formula which may guarantee that a shipment of age-appropriate parking wads can be thoroughly simulated before any mark-ups are deposited in real time.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">From the moment I located the odd tool-and-die operation within my remaining sphere, a virtual stepping stone opened up for all to see, as if that would get us any more 'me time' before the call came tumbling down. No one should count themselves out for the count before either I or my team have had time to involve ourselves ever more deeply in a place you refuse to look. What would it say about someone if they were caught unaware of all the ways their appearance has caused folks to focus their energy on getting out more often? Why would you assume that a person you've only heard about is wondering what sort of a stunt you're going to pull next?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yxj6g1hzDcceR1Rygb-bmNuWl7wv7opHAXrR6Q1qb_qCzZR0vzhp6veQcJo3eJJ_bs-S6G8GqOn_TuUmoMf9XmsW1paP-0hzzn3BphFhwaOn8YWqOyY-NaamGAUYzC6Ddfm9tPH1BwDwc1xAw-CcwUaVY7sdSOObg71V2164AYJhqkfUKmJp3_ke_w/s323/_0-0-9-9-9-9-2-3-3_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="296" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yxj6g1hzDcceR1Rygb-bmNuWl7wv7opHAXrR6Q1qb_qCzZR0vzhp6veQcJo3eJJ_bs-S6G8GqOn_TuUmoMf9XmsW1paP-0hzzn3BphFhwaOn8YWqOyY-NaamGAUYzC6Ddfm9tPH1BwDwc1xAw-CcwUaVY7sdSOObg71V2164AYJhqkfUKmJp3_ke_w/s320/_0-0-9-9-9-9-2-3-3_done.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It isn't for nothing that I came out for guided incantations sometime back. I'd read the studies and counted myself as one of the few attorneys in the Tri-County to make myself available for online life coaching even before the Mayor ended up in the hospital after I got hit with a three-pronged assault charge. They took me by force but that didn't mean I'd go quietly. Far from it, in fact. If you had ever gotten to know the people who work on the edge of the loop, you could've saved yourself a boatload of embarrassment when everything was finally revealed. That's why the kid's first name is 'Scott', NOT 'Todd'. It couldn't get any easier if you punched me.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">________________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-83154853284759869782022-10-17T13:28:00.001-07:002022-10-17T13:28:17.386-07:00How does this hurt anyone?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8V2K-DxL2J8XCvrRNUx2cwvQnbEuSEP5Lifraibnio1dXts_W7A0_5UHVhouhBYFiZHdPKrNvDuNGNOoxASlBhcOdY0tFz_8fFnV1X2zCU8ZccPvAaiTB1B0X8QdLc6jjogDLViHjQ-SGUY-L8wvfd_y_o045EbI7VX0uk2X4GaInQ4yAinWAG3m-w/s350/_0-0-9-9-9-9-1-3-8_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8V2K-DxL2J8XCvrRNUx2cwvQnbEuSEP5Lifraibnio1dXts_W7A0_5UHVhouhBYFiZHdPKrNvDuNGNOoxASlBhcOdY0tFz_8fFnV1X2zCU8ZccPvAaiTB1B0X8QdLc6jjogDLViHjQ-SGUY-L8wvfd_y_o045EbI7VX0uk2X4GaInQ4yAinWAG3m-w/s320/_0-0-9-9-9-9-1-3-8_done.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Orferd and Landermeade stand with their backs to the window, darning socks, discussing a series of patently false allegations unearthed by a vain crew of eminent backsliders, the likes of which have left most folks on location high and dry. From here we can see that Orferd's hair is mussed. It's clear that he just doesn't give a damn anymore. It's kind of a shame considering what he originally brought to the table. A table for one, I might add. No one's yet been willing to retrace my steps back to last night's fifth frame. Because it was then and there that I first became aware of Lucy Goddard's tendency to flub lines and then throw a tantrum in a way that only she could manage with her eyes closed.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRZhIhsSvcclP-4Sa_bEbwq0la_WbuxV58z1nW7d-xvBRfvp5ULJ5cGDjxbT-3gaxsdEI2sUNCOzW67WY4Dk2ZutOUEyf7Dz2AUNv47faqDTF9VVtzl3R7tBpPKnZXs8FRbSkrMDFJ6RMlYWgbTwf2I6moYjQ1Rq6wqYbxxP2XV1KUWEfd5BL3FuzMw/s462/_0-0-9-9-9-9-1-1-4_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="462" data-original-width="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRZhIhsSvcclP-4Sa_bEbwq0la_WbuxV58z1nW7d-xvBRfvp5ULJ5cGDjxbT-3gaxsdEI2sUNCOzW67WY4Dk2ZutOUEyf7Dz2AUNv47faqDTF9VVtzl3R7tBpPKnZXs8FRbSkrMDFJ6RMlYWgbTwf2I6moYjQ1Rq6wqYbxxP2XV1KUWEfd5BL3FuzMw/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-1-1-4_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">So, what did I do? It might amuse you to know that even my most uptight relatives have sought legal representation in multiple jurisdictions adjacent to Old Tombstone, Nevada. In my capacity as Site Overseer, I trade in a set of loosely defined 'facts'. If you or anyone else knew what was good for you, I wouldn't have to stay up half the night composing my valedictory speech. In a space the size of a gampede hutch we store some smallish tubes which sometimes compromise our inviolate sanctity. By the looks of them, only one other person has taken the time to navigate a precarious, if ephemeral, enigma. And even then, we all had our doubts about the sincerity of her enthusiasm. She appeared especially guilty while in a state of deep, dreamless sleep. I know this because I was privy to her old-fashioned sense of humor. No one ever said I wouldn't amount to anything; look who's laughing now!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-34870201914522510032022-10-04T13:28:00.002-07:002022-10-14T15:56:22.856-07:00Is this a Cry for Help?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OqsanPi5jXgKL3pU6Pwf9BDSo3jeark5ioFioljANdZDUZcOmOQRkCIFnc9iiZMFHA58pvIl4GvvEnmZBXhGkQifFblV_FpZ3f7IRAmKrecu7eA2RtliLm3nUbIvITl5Ep-Go86GmyMk4Iv1nQUycpPyyCVLcFCczp2z9u4DRyDqi48RVAqUgYb25Q/s272/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-8-5_done.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="202" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OqsanPi5jXgKL3pU6Pwf9BDSo3jeark5ioFioljANdZDUZcOmOQRkCIFnc9iiZMFHA58pvIl4GvvEnmZBXhGkQifFblV_FpZ3f7IRAmKrecu7eA2RtliLm3nUbIvITl5Ep-Go86GmyMk4Iv1nQUycpPyyCVLcFCczp2z9u4DRyDqi48RVAqUgYb25Q/s1600/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-8-5_done.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The other day I made the acquaintance of a baby in a costume on the front steps of a zoo by any other name. In the time that remained, I made it my business to train a wandering hostess in the arts of subliminal induction. She gave off the redolent odor of gratelessness but I forged ahead nonetheless. In the back of our straw chassis, we customarily carried two out of three carved switches. Each one linked us to a Great Continent. I would fold all my pictures in a way which gave everyone an idea about which conflict would suit them best. By the time we were through, no one felt that they'd received a fair shot at a brighter tomorrow. I knew for a fact, though, that if I followed through on my original buildup, I wouldn't have to go looking under an abandoned pier for a missing widower wearing a drop-dead kimono with an attitude to match. In fact, only a wisenheimer of the first rank would ever consider basking in the approval of those with limited horizontal cognition.</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45WgMBvqx1r61OtSr7oYq8OY2LqaHfCTE217VBzxjGU1bWY64b3QGJ8Yqj95Jxi5avaRmfFei24OknTR8voImo7DfWaYb_64ULotdUsSSXyePwa7cKYVNrmSE9fmZxkL1EevjEnUe-5n8T8jo4rKXl_JvOO5-eJMs53CQIBU9G1zIU6l50jMcrG2noA/s281/_0-0-9-9-9-9-1-5-9_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45WgMBvqx1r61OtSr7oYq8OY2LqaHfCTE217VBzxjGU1bWY64b3QGJ8Yqj95Jxi5avaRmfFei24OknTR8voImo7DfWaYb_64ULotdUsSSXyePwa7cKYVNrmSE9fmZxkL1EevjEnUe-5n8T8jo4rKXl_JvOO5-eJMs53CQIBU9G1zIU6l50jMcrG2noA/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-1-5-9_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The next time you're in town, if you meet a guy with hazel eyes who speaks with a notably Scottish brogue, could you please ask him where he was on the evening of the 19th at about 2:71 AM Mountain Pacific Time? It's a widely shared opinion around these parts that he might be more forthcoming to the wiles of a traumatized stranger. If, though, he should suddenly lightly touch your wrist (right or left, it makes no difference) and then make a remark about your surprising resemblance to a pariah he once encountered while stacking coal, then it might be best if you move back in with your parents and pick up where you left off all those years ago. I'll be waiting by a bridge in an Oxnard blue sedan. My hair will be thoroughly conditioned, and I'll be carrying a copy of Lord Newton's Oriental Bible in case things get sticky. You can share in whatever I bring back during the next minute or so. If not, there's a place down by the water where they take bonified nutrition very seriously. This has always been a very important part of the overall picture.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEAyCBCaFcVvxMsL2jHxRk89UTLk5Iskc6K4Vm6hn2-P7qZ1iAl3C2uPpZ_FCIWcc_Iu1SCIDqrk9lxEDsqyPRGbgnW7_ZRgx9-b-SG--jC9Y7y-pSOh3eUue7CoO6tg0Yl4DC9BWwqk8OiDMZqLajs6t8r-uf764t6PMvAn8MKDJz8lka_HqPW94Rw/s387/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-1-4_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEAyCBCaFcVvxMsL2jHxRk89UTLk5Iskc6K4Vm6hn2-P7qZ1iAl3C2uPpZ_FCIWcc_Iu1SCIDqrk9lxEDsqyPRGbgnW7_ZRgx9-b-SG--jC9Y7y-pSOh3eUue7CoO6tg0Yl4DC9BWwqk8OiDMZqLajs6t8r-uf764t6PMvAn8MKDJz8lka_HqPW94Rw/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-1-4_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In all likelihood, the game will be extended—past sunrise if necessary. I'll see to it that you won't get left behind like the last time. All the bars in my sundrome are rigged to emit lightning-fast accountancies and, even now, each one seems to be pinned to the very moment when you're expected to regain consciousness. If not, then one of my brothers may cast a line on your behalf in the search for a crestfallen debutante. One of these nights, I expect that we'll find your direct lookalike aligned with a malignant equestrian trend. You shouldn't take it to heart, though. Because, if all the playacting has proved anything at all, it's that one of your best chances for redemption is to leak some crucial details in an effort to establish your adamantine credibility with all the naysaying crybabies once and for all. In the interim. would it be okay if we put you down for next Tuesday the 23rd at six? That's the only time we'll be in the office for the next three or four months and we wouldn't want to miss out on a chance to see you take on a person of your own size for, like, the first time ever.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">_____________________________</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p></div>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-31284832226706562882022-09-24T15:42:00.002-07:002022-09-24T15:42:54.326-07:00There's nothing contingent about this!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxkicqUy5Yupje4hooTqUcp1H6lQTavi-7t4lewf_R6Uh9ns95_kcnjrTgvaTTdREL3S8Ctb93bYC77u1GSYlGpH6Il4ft5x8CeHyMS7RWGrPx_9HThD2gDt3DkaTImcotVLDd_X5wuwUXQRPPet5wa185zj0JWcmmrFCFXd7Mz2pqd0gIIu0POvSYw/s443/_0-0-9-9-9-9-5_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="443" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxkicqUy5Yupje4hooTqUcp1H6lQTavi-7t4lewf_R6Uh9ns95_kcnjrTgvaTTdREL3S8Ctb93bYC77u1GSYlGpH6Il4ft5x8CeHyMS7RWGrPx_9HThD2gDt3DkaTImcotVLDd_X5wuwUXQRPPet5wa185zj0JWcmmrFCFXd7Mz2pqd0gIIu0POvSYw/w484-h380/_0-0-9-9-9-9-5_done.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When I say that one of my daughters has been provided with a sanded oak way-station, someone in your position may be inclined to believe in the existence of a set of facts which could hinder a person of normative aptitude from gainsaying the acuity of our Observation Force. People who like to wrap up an operation before all pantheistic sycophants have grasped the essential details are no longer welcome to join the party which accompanies us to the Roswell Proving Grounds. The reason we feel the need to exhibit such rank inflexibility is that as young inductees we were repeatedly impressed with the size of various farm implements which littered the furthest expanse to which we had any hope of accessing in the near- to mid-term. If it wasn't for the way you presented yourself in a true-being bonnet at half-time, I myself would have had to seek your remandation to a refrigeration unit in the Chaldean Heights Research Area.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02WS5AeTdH5GqGjrt37YpK9Viv0FAwMO1iWJe9rArkcTAlYUtztAEmDUnEyQpDaVlI2Ho4ZgWcTOgte0KNklQkMX39DMIly54BEHO7q2byDK7QR4nn1-6xZlbEiwNHJx-Bd-qNC9K0FAPeAjmnasNe0i64riyX3TFVC4XNqzgLPbdz8lgtC22kDqWoA/s619/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-5-1m_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="362" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02WS5AeTdH5GqGjrt37YpK9Viv0FAwMO1iWJe9rArkcTAlYUtztAEmDUnEyQpDaVlI2Ho4ZgWcTOgte0KNklQkMX39DMIly54BEHO7q2byDK7QR4nn1-6xZlbEiwNHJx-Bd-qNC9K0FAPeAjmnasNe0i64riyX3TFVC4XNqzgLPbdz8lgtC22kDqWoA/w319-h546/_0-0-9-9-9-9-0-5-1m_done.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Some have reported feeling 'put off' by the way my hands attract the attention of a few stalwarts who never think twice about commandeering whatever slots remain after all our future reports have been shredded and fed into a local refibulation combine. I can only mix three volatile elements before I am thrust between a level-headed co-creator on one side and on the other a calm gent in a sports coat who can't seem to get his story straight. On second thought, if I offer either one a sip from my canteen, I can count on at least seventeen nights of fretful sleeplessness. When I get up in the morning to sign in for my routine, I am told that not three seconds prior I was to be shown a tricky panel where cultured lights substitute for residual magnetism. Now, however, due to the lateness of the hour, I must sit with three alternate winners and console them with bargain basement candy-canes. Pardon me, but this is most definitely NOT what I trained for. In fact, I'd go so far as to feel my way into someone's spare brain if that would in any way lead the rest of our crew into a kind of linoleum chemical fraud, for all the good that would do.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1AU97iPDdZrF079CVFB_HzWfQmnB1yvmAEjTmMo74QLl1xfad_N9lecD5bqjUAhWZC-qO0CYC4rP1MIiOZlHiYwDXb21cGJVPGoqV54NmgKEqjFT2KMdUDQrBBdHl8k5xtf3jb8wz5HCkdLPHNG-7IYhnGgGUkeGgCkEl44d19ztvYmOofYb8HTMqA/s442/_0-0-9-9-9-9-9-8_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1AU97iPDdZrF079CVFB_HzWfQmnB1yvmAEjTmMo74QLl1xfad_N9lecD5bqjUAhWZC-qO0CYC4rP1MIiOZlHiYwDXb21cGJVPGoqV54NmgKEqjFT2KMdUDQrBBdHl8k5xtf3jb8wz5HCkdLPHNG-7IYhnGgGUkeGgCkEl44d19ztvYmOofYb8HTMqA/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-9-9-8_done.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It's a sad fact that, from now on, if you or someone under your direct control holds a pocket unit directly inside my neck area, I will have no choice but to bounce back bigger the next time. Once all the pills have been distributed on the periphery of a metropolis which has seen better days, there will be no excuse for my daughter to parade her existential angst like a 'badge of honor' and prance through Third World airports as if anyone ever gave a damn in the first place. In the second place, I will continue to endanger a construction crew on their lunch break and do all I can to install premium aspimators in the Lower Lounge after everyone is safely incapacitated behind a platinum wall in the City of the Future. We look to establish a cozy perimeter and loll gaily before the Basket Trials get underway for real. A commission of 'secular sainthood' is sure to be bestowed without anyone's prior knowledge, permission or impatience. Those of us who will employ off-color language from the dais at a trivial affair are sure to experience second thoughts once our plane has been cleared for take-off. I sit with my back to the wall in a premium hotel set-up. Someone is grabbing a bite to eat and I have to use the john. Thank you for your report.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">_____________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-69685544972654151272022-09-13T12:26:00.001-07:002022-09-13T12:26:16.387-07:00Yet Another Pristine Account.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmhLcsSkuBsSj7_AL3plAuZ5beC5zZYWzMAiYJythXXnT_fdydd9rr6gEJQq7GPlmnoFGdQoiHQKQgziRUIDW-tRNxGogi2DEurZ6FkhvUg7NIRSfWS0MHWr4NbbvRS1j5DLM3AJp42a7L9SpPxzrS4dknhZZ-k15jWOHLHjDt38rCQyhm-12IfXzAw/s290/_0-0-9-9-9-4-9m_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="140" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmhLcsSkuBsSj7_AL3plAuZ5beC5zZYWzMAiYJythXXnT_fdydd9rr6gEJQq7GPlmnoFGdQoiHQKQgziRUIDW-tRNxGogi2DEurZ6FkhvUg7NIRSfWS0MHWr4NbbvRS1j5DLM3AJp42a7L9SpPxzrS4dknhZZ-k15jWOHLHjDt38rCQyhm-12IfXzAw/w119-h200/_0-0-9-9-9-4-9m_done.jpg" width="119" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The people I normally travel with made sure to plead with my supervisor that I not be allowed to pick up anything either near an immoderately scanned motorway or in the bowels of a moribund Achievement Center. And by 'pick up' they refer to my rather notorious behaviour with a trite selection of comely young lovelies. This has all been documented in previously unearthed tomes when no one thought to pay attention to such effluvia.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpDs1ExX65t77fnAV9-18eu1XnoD936jc8hui0FWjYpG5y3WLi2Kd9espLe0zV3onazRCSxO8RdDjAYtuGNdzcjBye7HJWDdjgZffObbCZPPfc4nvOD8uGfmNyaSoV88rd9mh3F8bgeiCqQcEUd33Qz8rc21Vc86JK7b7PoOJuYXSlcnysFkOsdZRoA/s348/_0-0-9-9-9-6-0_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="228" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpDs1ExX65t77fnAV9-18eu1XnoD936jc8hui0FWjYpG5y3WLi2Kd9espLe0zV3onazRCSxO8RdDjAYtuGNdzcjBye7HJWDdjgZffObbCZPPfc4nvOD8uGfmNyaSoV88rd9mh3F8bgeiCqQcEUd33Qz8rc21Vc86JK7b7PoOJuYXSlcnysFkOsdZRoA/w131-h200/_0-0-9-9-9-6-0_done.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">You've got to understand, as the host of my own show, it falls on me to police my underlings in the only way I know how, by shoving them HARD into and through a very special doorway. I felt trammeled in the extreme, so I sat down, turned on the sprinkler system outside, got in touch with my brother Phil Carter, walked over to the Community Pool, ran into Commissioner Howard, took a nap, did some errands, had it out with my nemesis and trained my sights on the Grand Prize which will be awarded sometime later this Spring.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHQnIJjpiHvVYaXyg4vw8MwYdG288aSX0kd40JxfhydWlKi0bNlYbGrEf5oBNZ4gtIdBl8dvGM15rhnhyY6WvAPvnr1q3K8KTxAm1WNl5wsfyMy8qfxw_9iuK2zVA7EEvqX6gczyYb1y1L3ArTlZukLzyzNWSk7s_IzWCWFFyYDrf87tTLZVd-6ZOXg/s401/_0-0-9-9-9-4-2cc_done2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="229" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHQnIJjpiHvVYaXyg4vw8MwYdG288aSX0kd40JxfhydWlKi0bNlYbGrEf5oBNZ4gtIdBl8dvGM15rhnhyY6WvAPvnr1q3K8KTxAm1WNl5wsfyMy8qfxw_9iuK2zVA7EEvqX6gczyYb1y1L3ArTlZukLzyzNWSk7s_IzWCWFFyYDrf87tTLZVd-6ZOXg/s320/_0-0-9-9-9-4-2cc_done2.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Once I got used to prowling the grounds of a sprawling compound on those evenings when I wasn't being directly implicated in the erection of a third-rate balance-shield, I felt free to liberally apply a forbidden lineament to the mid-forearm area where experts have told me it would have the most effect. Somehow, I couldn't not look up when a harried professional slithered by, humming my ex-wife's favorite song from the film of the same name. Unfortunately, though, the name of the tune didn't come into focus in time to prevent a major blot from sullying my already overly bloated record of insouciance in the face of officious diktats. Your last surviving Monitor should be so lucky.</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">____________________________ </span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p></div>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-18692731414032940272022-09-02T13:31:00.007-07:002022-09-03T08:15:04.480-07:00A major course-correction is on flap..<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VyuHQId5kshESVn9DLt-uxnN75drKl2xpBG81boKN13D_PS53bT2yRbmRVTFBlnzaoSLpnqcfkubSKa_3YGSSIGXE_UYMPUBgHak6TMCSZ9TDH0ntxOGcyTOeCacpCgIC5QtxK7BdQUxVseeH3nxrIDR4yKi9L0g8XcZhXowz3rt0BDkYqdp6lDQqw/s483/_0-0-9-9-9-0-9_done.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VyuHQId5kshESVn9DLt-uxnN75drKl2xpBG81boKN13D_PS53bT2yRbmRVTFBlnzaoSLpnqcfkubSKa_3YGSSIGXE_UYMPUBgHak6TMCSZ9TDH0ntxOGcyTOeCacpCgIC5QtxK7BdQUxVseeH3nxrIDR4yKi9L0g8XcZhXowz3rt0BDkYqdp6lDQqw/s16000/_0-0-9-9-9-0-9_done.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It wasn't a matter of whether I could arrange a duplicate to be delivered on time. No, that was clearly out of the question. Now it was a matter of holding certain parties to a potentially unearthable codicil which would attain due force only in the event of a catastrophic reception. I have it on good authority that just a few of our boxworthy splint-threads would be sacrificed to make room for a private affair. Each of the persons who routinely faced us on a minute-by-minute basis could now be required to bow out just as a benign reassessment came into view.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0EbiJe2Gk72Ou9ojQYO-JvyciKmBBPuur1CYwY-xTIvhyT9HRijRJ76U8V9Qc4LT6Ln30YM0KaRviWDcEYmLb9UmxhbJeCwfLCuXiQQPahMfbaoktqu1fLzI-ZvqZoocPKCQRKiZpohrf6NdR6U6FExeIm5LtinNuyow2emEOss-6nZH5_FNJw9DwQ/s251/_0-0-9-9-9-2-7_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="251" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0EbiJe2Gk72Ou9ojQYO-JvyciKmBBPuur1CYwY-xTIvhyT9HRijRJ76U8V9Qc4LT6Ln30YM0KaRviWDcEYmLb9UmxhbJeCwfLCuXiQQPahMfbaoktqu1fLzI-ZvqZoocPKCQRKiZpohrf6NdR6U6FExeIm5LtinNuyow2emEOss-6nZH5_FNJw9DwQ/s1600/_0-0-9-9-9-2-7_done.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Who would want to plant a stake in a novel strategy of reduction? Certainly not any of the lads I coached in the year since my wife was caught paying off building inspectors during the recent 'overflow craze'. As my overall pressure neared zero, I came to see that any one of my study aides could achieve a polarized transparency if they but donned an inelegant carpers' wand in lieu of bringing inveterate marauders to a mutual bargaining chip. I began to wonder if the unnerving sound I associated with it was somehow meant to release certain facts to a wider public.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYobYlDAYgQDiS15rYyBmenpQWTgXw3uE2gUPq6noByY9AyL8hx41ainUuDBkYp4OyET1bbv_BJmyFWNYB8ZS9Q8VTAQm7i19V0ewoyoTAmIEtO49jm1zHsJQJpTxn5modBr5xoY1hh1kZrcJeY0xye89WGonDPga-xx73Pd-hdzDMzv6edW-YToyJg/s450/_0-0-9-9-8-2-6a_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="328" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYobYlDAYgQDiS15rYyBmenpQWTgXw3uE2gUPq6noByY9AyL8hx41ainUuDBkYp4OyET1bbv_BJmyFWNYB8ZS9Q8VTAQm7i19V0ewoyoTAmIEtO49jm1zHsJQJpTxn5modBr5xoY1hh1kZrcJeY0xye89WGonDPga-xx73Pd-hdzDMzv6edW-YToyJg/s320/_0-0-9-9-8-2-6a_done.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Quite naturally, one would try to focus one's gaze at a point midway on the Ecaranza Spectrum and pray to God that a notional fanfare could erase the results of uncoached conclaves the world over. Meanwhile, if ever one of your standard people appeared in the company of a marvelously equipped passtender, and made a move which indicated to all present that he or she was not to be bested, then what do you suppose the rationale would be to move all parallel lines in octagonal configurations for the pleasure of dissociated Pastors in our Southern Branch? They cleave to a hindrance only as a fond last resort before total absorption. This means that our collective life is bonded. Only now can we pack an awaiting crate with the life's work of a panicked holder of an original Tedmark. Who's laughing now?</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">________________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731208324677569666.post-54876598692167642052022-08-26T05:38:00.004-07:002022-08-26T05:38:55.120-07:00Donald Jerkins: Summary Findings.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMs70XBLALo4GHg6gZzUQ8uEpCeucfOjNuQ_qCdeP7WNSY3Too2WaI-_wsXk-jKptpC-4VW4x5ZpimXzl_otSKPRsKYUfCFNFRDdVa82-CObGPraxBRXcheccoFg0H4WOnRBADylLUDap9hb3mRKbOlxHzO5rlBAp0gIHqzNq_uhYRpbrSiiZeqOD2g/s222/_0-0-9-9-8-9-7_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="157" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMs70XBLALo4GHg6gZzUQ8uEpCeucfOjNuQ_qCdeP7WNSY3Too2WaI-_wsXk-jKptpC-4VW4x5ZpimXzl_otSKPRsKYUfCFNFRDdVa82-CObGPraxBRXcheccoFg0H4WOnRBADylLUDap9hb3mRKbOlxHzO5rlBAp0gIHqzNq_uhYRpbrSiiZeqOD2g/s1600/_0-0-9-9-8-9-7_done.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Donald Jerkins enjoys manipulating other people's expectations so that when remote leisure enters the picture, he feels a deep certainty that any other face will enjoy equal protection. When sitting on location near a partially burnt household totem, he dreams of one day performing an amateurish subdominal procedure without the benefit of artificial lighting. This arouses a latent glow in one who hovers in the distance hoping (without any reasonable way forward) to issue a terse denial to all who have given Donald advice in the personal growth domain.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1y90KFJKW8bca1nV_AeREYC6t-WlI_OTlCn23OkfmBIG5qmZ1KB13hIzZlHcGi98J_yWVN1CW63Nhlox9DLPkjsrTRqZWB5lw5ApdQRG8Qzar8gO6axduPiLT0DGcl_dXqJKuWlCMLVqFJwL0gj2CE_BsSGC9FNZ1fJopTAikcf-93pTq_2KnGJ2iQ/s301/_0-0-9-9-8-9-0_done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="301" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1y90KFJKW8bca1nV_AeREYC6t-WlI_OTlCn23OkfmBIG5qmZ1KB13hIzZlHcGi98J_yWVN1CW63Nhlox9DLPkjsrTRqZWB5lw5ApdQRG8Qzar8gO6axduPiLT0DGcl_dXqJKuWlCMLVqFJwL0gj2CE_BsSGC9FNZ1fJopTAikcf-93pTq_2KnGJ2iQ/s1600/_0-0-9-9-8-9-0_done.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">By turns loquacious and subtly refractive, Jerkins scrapes the bottom without indulging in vacant self-recriminations. This strikes some folks as odd, but others use the time which has now been released to seek closure in an abandoned Fallcraft shelter. With one hand he pretends to make a feeble gesture of allocation while with the other, curled into a limpid fist as it is, he displays colorful novaks which timorous eunuchs seek to dispel. Eventually this may lead weaker members to make questionable comments to newly released pickaninnies. Some of the names have been forgotten, others are to be heard from the mouths of flaccid strangers.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbl5uBDJLAosQiN3b5JRbhSLG0TJAv54AVLD6_S7a5QBzcTbP_ldcvZ3eWvlXNkymSu26M7mLO-WBnf-mE1bZycYdvWmI038Sw2kuoPsiDv0garwsi5-w6XRgHGx7XGn2od_6SQnTdoIFV1-0NlHzsbt80aelqHg_77tBBXE1XvZGa--qfdX26S8EgQ/s329/_0-0-9-9-8-8-4_done3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="258" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbl5uBDJLAosQiN3b5JRbhSLG0TJAv54AVLD6_S7a5QBzcTbP_ldcvZ3eWvlXNkymSu26M7mLO-WBnf-mE1bZycYdvWmI038Sw2kuoPsiDv0garwsi5-w6XRgHGx7XGn2od_6SQnTdoIFV1-0NlHzsbt80aelqHg_77tBBXE1XvZGa--qfdX26S8EgQ/s320/_0-0-9-9-8-8-4_done3.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Once the last list has been delivered into the girl's hot hands, a muffled sigh is all that escapes the singular presence of a trusted bromad. Now we learn that the girl has escaped vetting and 'gone rogue' in the process. She'll sashay into a medical office bragging about a feudal inheritance, invite a beleaguered grifter into a dark alliance and then move to the other side of the country without so much as plugging into the nativist petrie dish writ large. This is what causes some of us to move to a different side of a room we've already occupied, not that anyone's entitled to feel comfortable with my personally improvised arrangement of molecular portents. The word is shot. Is anyone asking you?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">___________________________</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>mackle wopahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15662144991184039580noreply@blogger.com0