Tuesday, November 29, 2011

For Lack of a Better World

Dammit Jason, there you go again, thinking up an incredible blog title with no place to put it...

Friday, November 25, 2011

Short Stories

Here are five:

James knew he needed more porridge; he just didn't know who he should take it from. One-armed Slimmy was an obvious choice, but an unexpected sense of guilt swelled at the thought of making such an easy swipe. The chancellor had more than her fair share, but she had sealed herself off behind an invisible wall. He would appeal to the Council, but he knew he would be going hungry tonight.

The marble was being kicked mercilessly by the toy soldier. "We don't like your kind." The marble hoped the soldier's foot hurt. It's not easy to kick something so solid.

While all the others made their virginal flight from the nest, our lone bird painfully and meticulously inched down the tree, step by step, with clawing wing and beak knifing into bark. Five hours later our bird reached the bottom of the five foot tree. He sat down at a tiny bird table and had the stiffest drink any mammal has ever had.

Her tears were not genuine, but don't let that make you think they were difficult to produce. An inner leer graced her mouth that she could see in her mind's eye.

The milkshake willed itself to fall over. It feels better to spread out.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I Specialize In Anxiety

The title is true, but I don't suffer from real, clinical anxiety. I'm more of a day tripper, a tourist, a harmless neurotic.

This week I'm frequently fretting about an article I read some months back. It said that information we read online sticks in our head much less than reading it from a book or newspaper. Does that mean that all the reading I do online has been largely a waste of time? Is my investment in building my Kindle library a dead end? It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it.

Concern for cancer slowly and patiently devouring my insides has reemerged again. I think I'm almost out of the woods for MS. But nothing can save you from sudden heart attack, drunk drivers, and food poisoning.

Fear of a life lived in quiet desperation is never far from my mind, idle or otherwise. But I'm being challenged in my job right now, so it's less of a concern for the moment. Still, fear of never breaking free of anything more than shallow and surface relationships remains an ever present concern.

Also of concern lately is a mole going melanoma on me.