(If you want to skip the nonsense that follows, GO HERE. Of course, if you wanted to skip the nonsense, you wouldn't have me bookmarked.)
Did you pack your jammies? Got your teddy bear? You didn't forget your bathing suit, did you? Good. We're going on a trip, and we're staying overnight. I hope you remembered to bring extra underwear. You're likely to need it after you find out where we're going.
You may, despite the stunning ability of the brain to block out horrific memories, remember the interview Emon Hassan did with me several weeks back. If you successfully blocked it out, but for some reason you wish to relive the carnage, here's Part One and (sequentially enough) Part Two.
At that time, he promised (or threatened, depending upon your ability to absorb punishment) to continue the interview at a later date, with the third and fourth portions of it concerned with what laughingly passes for a musical career in my delusionally grandiose memories.
Well, the time has come to pay the piper (an apt turn of phrase considering the subject matter, don't you think?)
Go HERE. Now!
Don't give me that look! Uncle Emon's gone to all this trouble for you, and if you don't show a little appreciation... well, you will, if you know what's good for you! Don't cry, or I'll give you something to cry about! And eat everything on your plate at dinner, you little brat! It's bad manners to tell your host you don't like creamed spinach! And if you have to fart, hold it in until you get home!
If you don't stop pouting right now, I swear I'll turn this blog around, and...
Oh, for goodness' sakes, just go.
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Such a bully he is! Oh, alright already.. I'm going. Sigh.
Heh heh...Uncle Emon! :)
Jim, have you ever considered an audiobook version of your collection of stories? I personally would love to listen to them.
Shrinky - You'll be glad you did, if you like long-winded responses to perfectly reasonable questions.
Uncle Emon - I've recorded "Pointy The Poinsettia", but you knew that already. That's the only story I've put on tape (or CD, or extra-terrestrial gamma waves, or whatever) and that's fiction. I think you're probably referring to my true stories about family and such. Someday, I suspect I'll do that, but I hadn't planned on it anytime soon. Thanks for the encouragement, though. I'll keep it in mind for when I'm stuck for an idea of something to write and I (once again) decide to re-run old stuff. If I read it, it might fool some people into thinking it's actually new!
I'm sorry. Where did you want me to go? Ohhhh. I don't get it? Where?
Any more smart mouth from you, young lady, and I'll take away all your Tool CDs!
I went already! Thoroughly enjoyed the trip. But you will never make me eat creamed spinach.
I fully expected you to run a lovely prank post yesterday, but I can see you were way too busy.
Is that you, Sir?! All rock-star pose and stance? Absolutely fabulous!
Ginger is just so cool, as you rightly said! Righty ho, I am off now, no bullying or cattle-prod necessary, honestly!
The flutiphone is surely made up, no disrespect, right?!
Found it fascinating, Suldog, thank you!
The Flutiphone is 100% real, true, and not-made-up. I could probably still play "Goodnight, Ladies!" on it, if you handed me one.
This reads like a fan post. No, a crazy addict post. No, a isn't this the place where they give free donuts, post. Sorry, Suldog, I'm getting lots of groovy vibes and that only happened in the sixty-seventies. You weren't there.
For those wondering: Yes, that's me in the photo. On-Stage, Live And In Color!
And, what do you mean I wasn't there in the seventies? How the hell do you think I got this way?
I'm a girl and I LOVE all the bands you mentioned, and I have the albums to prove it. I couldn't get a buzz from smoking grass, so my brain must be wired differently too. ;)
interesting. my mom taught me to read before kindergarten too and i spent many hours pouring over the funk and wagnalls. i can recall many an afternoon when i had at least half the volumes out on the floor because i was following cross references for the joy of it.
thanks for sharing all you did, long-winded or not i really enjoyed it.
Rideo, Risi, Risum! (a rather suspect machine translation of "I went, I saw, I laughed" into Latin)
Well done, especially the serious bits.
Far freakin' out dude...that was awesome! So proud to know you!
Great lead in...off to read it now!
Looks like funding in my public school was worse than yours. The "flutiphones" jammed down our throats didn't have cute bells hanging off the end, and were dubbed "recorders" by the lanky hippie who lead our class.
Unless, of course, some jackass snipped the bell strings as a prank.
Oh, too great. LOL
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Okay, I'm on my way. Just setting the GPS now ......
an audiobook is a great idea.
great photo and interview!
You're a rock star!
OK I'm going! I got here late but I'm going!
*running as fast as little legs can go*
But, but, but...I can't not pout Sully! It's against my nature. OK, I'm going...Pout and all.
w00t! love the pic of you rocking it out. i don't know who emon is, but i'll head over & find out. hehe :)
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