Ramble On 1 Me: So as I was saying last week the
disunity between our reality and actual rea. . . . IV: Uh, Wray Can I interrupt you a
second.(in a fake British accent) Me: I am kind of in the middle of
something here. IV: That's what I wanted to talk about.
Haven't you been on the soapbox quite a bit lately? Me: Well these pieces are a chance to let
my readers know what my thoughts and feelings are. IV: True but do you want people to
think you are a cranky blowhard? Me: Problem is I am a cranky blowhard. IV: All the time? Me: Point taken, well you seem to be
full of opinions what should do to fix this? IV: Imagination Me: Whatcoo mean? IV: Let it all hang out and see what
comes out. Me: That might work but it could be
weird though. IV: And your point is? Me: I do have tendency toward the weird. IV: Exactly UFO boy. Me: Otay here goes something. Under a ska colored sky the Cat puts
on his tuxedo and looks for forlorn friends and humping birds. I
interrupt his reverie and entertain him with tales from my day. At first I opened my eyes but seeing
as I wasn't awake I closed them again and waited for the semi truck of
consciousness to come get me. Whith much wheezing and wrumblings it came
and I faced the day. It faced me back and informed me that it
wasn't worth it. I contemplated that idea and the appeal of a
forlorn bed. Deciding to sally forth (whoever she is) I went about
my routine of massive denial and cyberspace. Not finding solace or
direction there I decided on the biography route. For a couple of hours a stooge of a
biography kept me enthralled followed by murderous children and
enraged men in tights. After that we talked of our plans for
the day and the lists that entails. Me: Is that better? IV: Don't know about better but
different. Me: I wonder what my readers will
think? IV: Good question but you may never
know they aren't the most talkative bunch. Me: True, well I am done for now. IV: But isn't there more to tell? Me: Yeah but I am tired, want to go to
bed. IV: Oh, ok well good night.