Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Force Planet
Forget Zapfrap Beeblebrox and the rest of them..forget the man in the bathrobe that got shot out into space and doesn’t know who he loves…forget them all…this maybe a story of the big cheese in charge of discovering new planets, and forget the congestion in space about doing that…because there isn’t any
This is a story about the big cheese, for as cheeses go, he was the largest wheel of Tilson ever made and he was, in fact, in charge of discovering new planets. Thing was, as things go, his latest discovery included finding a wife.
This guy’s name, if we are to be so bold as to try to interpret his language, was Bing Bong Bluey…(Ishityounot)..his underlings referred to him as ‘Bling’ to keep it all straight..because he didn’t really have underlings, he had sort of..divisions of himself, if that is the proper term, and they all sat at big glassy (sort of shiny and smooth like glass but not the same material at all..no)port monitors and studied galaxies and pondered the universe.
One day in pondering one particularly rocky and remote corner of the galaxy of Nanarnair..which had three suns, two moons and a nice little quadrant of spooky planets that all seemed to have atmospheres that weeped, Bing Blong Bluey was looking over the screens. One by one he investigated what each guy was finding.
Shereep Dispado had found a little goat-like creature on the particularly yellowish planet they all decided to call Boobaya because it seemed to disappear in its weepy atmospheric clouding and then reappear with a sort of a ‘boo’.. Shereep was a tall awkward Gangfonian from Loffsla. He was particularly adept in panel controls and could zero in on an item on a planet with Bobs’youruncle speed. He wasn’t particularly astute on defining what he mnight have found, however. He had learned, with great trial and error, however, to let the major Bling be aware of the find as well. So it was, in pondering the strange little beast on his screen, that he pushed his glimigoxen gadforeepia peshnacorlax, right, they definitely called the alert button just that...mmmhmmm, and Bling made his way over to Shereep's station.
"Sup bro?" said Bling with some curiousity, for he did think, when he had the bends and twists of Shereep all ironed out with begnine sanguinity and savoir faire, that the underling (divisional) might one day replace him as the supreme cheese of the outfit. He was confident of Shereep's finds in the great, wide universe with all its myriad facets of life. Why only last week in the sector of Jadune, there had been that wonderful little sheep-like creature that was so tiny it fit in your hand, all curly white wool, so soft. Bling had named him Bonecider. He kept him in a specially designed atmospheric chamber in his private quarters. Shereep had found little Bonecider. They had beamed him up to the giant ship that hovered in the outer atmosphere of Jandi, tiny, shivering, probably wondering where the ffff am I?(to be continued)
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
fighting dogs...
welp...have to be in a pensive mood to get this all organized in my thoughts, my little pup, Lucy, has grown up, produced a litter, and now absolutely hates the little white peke I Took in...strange how that capital T got capped...it just happened, that would be a better name for the little white peke...'Ituc'...sort of Polynesian/Samoan..sort of..
n.e. weighs...
Lucy just about tore eyetook to pieces yesterday...for some reason, and I don't know what it is...those two females hate each other...eyetook is the heir to a line of shadowy figures that emanates from a trailer court up on the hill above sekiu...her mistress took care of Lucy while I was in Phoenix last year attending my daughter's graduation. I found her mistress dead when I came to collect Lucy. hmmm...something tells me this little Prince Charles cocker (sort of, again, there's some Beagle in there they tell me) has strange powers...or weird/quirky karma...now she's chewing on Eyetook, which I didn't intend to keep (does one refer to a dog as 'whom'??) to the point where I'm seriously intending to unload her at the first available opportunity..
I could call Forks Animal shelter, I suppose, but it seems a bit stressed to do that, or do what I had to do for my little Bichan when he was uncurably ill and in terrible pain (dare I say it, no I won't)..something has to be done about Lucy today. She's sitting in the truck, waiting for the verdict. She was in the house this morning, terribly fierce with eyetook to the point I had to remove her from the premises. I carried her out of the house and put her in the truck, where she is sitting.
I try to think that LUcy terribly resents the presence of Eyetook, that she wasn't at all pleased to be left with the shadowy figure who died (seems this person was conducting an illicit relationship with an inmate of the local state penitentiary, so rumor had it after she died). What I know is the week before she passed, this woman of Scottish descent drove me to Forks on some errands (her idea). While we were there, she displayed all the benevolent characteristics of a dog sitter. Lucy seemed quite copasetic with the idea.
We went to a person's house. There were great animals there, very large pitt bulls. It was a bit unsettling. The Scottish woman purchased some illicit drugs. She was a cancer patient. It was understandable. I was a bit unnerved to be party to a drug transaction because she died a week later possibly of the valium she had gotten. I did not tell the authorities but I can't say why. I thought if there was an autopsy there might be inquiries but there wasn't. The Scottish woman was far gone in her cancer, her blood pressure was through the roof, she hadn't long and she knew it. She was rather a nice person inspite of her illness, which she had put at bay with medication I'd suppose, doting on her little dog. She was most happy to have Lucy for the week I was gone. It was traumatic to me to find her dead, her body white, fleshy, cold, resting on the little divan in the front of her motor home. She'd lived there with her pets, waiting to find a suitable house, as she'd decided to settle here.
(feels like true confessions this morning)
So now Lucy is a vicious hound. I'm not sure what to do about it. I'm not beholden to Eyetook (not the name the Scottish woman gave her but I like it. I raised Lucy from a pup, she was a darling little female puppy with long floppy ears and now she's so jealous of Eyetook that she can't be in the same room with her, Eyetook has taken her place in the home, she's out for blood. It's a challenge to decide what to do but for starters, keeping them separate is going to have to do, until I can arrange for the cocker to be rehoused with someone else, I think.
One has the same fierce loyalties to one's creatures, I've found. I've observed it in other animal lovers like myself. The pet provides the nuturing that is absent otherwise in the person's life. It's a comfort zone that aligns itself as a source of care like when my last child went off to college and the house was empty. We'd always had cats but that's when the little Bichan came to live with us. Right from the beginning, he was a member of the household. It was a minor tragedy when he had to be put down. There was a bullet lodged in his spine that couldn't be removed. He was terminal. My little friend, with me through thick and thin, died at the hands of my brother's .22. He said little Andi walked up the hill with him, as if he knew what was coming. Andi sat there staring at him as he plugged him between the eyes. He buried him on the hill behind my folks' house. Can't help think how sad that was, how I looked for a replacement dog and found the hyperactive Scottie that only lasted a few months (he chewed up my glasses), hehe, then fell in love with a giant black Labrador retriever I took in as a favor. Off to the pound went those two. Then came the puppy Lucy, who was as sweet an animal as one could wish for, but never the bright enthusiasm of the Bichan, I must admit. Eyetook is a little more competent and comported (whatever that means), but she isn't Andi either. I suppose I ought to find a picture of the little beast but he's on my Myspace photo album for the world to see. What a nice little dog. Maybe I just shouldn't have another. Feel sad Lucy has to go but it seems to be the case. She just can't share.
I guess I better go deal with her right now.
The canaries are hanging in their cage over my desk: Tweety and Snowflake (a female, for the lusty male Tweety, so that we may have a dynasty of operatically-inspired canaries). Easier pets to maintain, but not the patent devotion of the canine. A warbling song in the morning (though I have to say, Tweety hasn't been quite so cheerful since Snowflake came, so she may be returned to her previous owner as a 'definite downer bird' in terms of my own canary's ability to ignite the morning with his song.
This is the tender heart of the pet owner, in the middle of a house move, the little cocker becomes a savage over territorial rights...
n.e. weighs...
Lucy just about tore eyetook to pieces yesterday...for some reason, and I don't know what it is...those two females hate each other...eyetook is the heir to a line of shadowy figures that emanates from a trailer court up on the hill above sekiu...her mistress took care of Lucy while I was in Phoenix last year attending my daughter's graduation. I found her mistress dead when I came to collect Lucy. hmmm...something tells me this little Prince Charles cocker (sort of, again, there's some Beagle in there they tell me) has strange powers...or weird/quirky karma...now she's chewing on Eyetook, which I didn't intend to keep (does one refer to a dog as 'whom'??) to the point where I'm seriously intending to unload her at the first available opportunity..
I could call Forks Animal shelter, I suppose, but it seems a bit stressed to do that, or do what I had to do for my little Bichan when he was uncurably ill and in terrible pain (dare I say it, no I won't)..something has to be done about Lucy today. She's sitting in the truck, waiting for the verdict. She was in the house this morning, terribly fierce with eyetook to the point I had to remove her from the premises. I carried her out of the house and put her in the truck, where she is sitting.
I try to think that LUcy terribly resents the presence of Eyetook, that she wasn't at all pleased to be left with the shadowy figure who died (seems this person was conducting an illicit relationship with an inmate of the local state penitentiary, so rumor had it after she died). What I know is the week before she passed, this woman of Scottish descent drove me to Forks on some errands (her idea). While we were there, she displayed all the benevolent characteristics of a dog sitter. Lucy seemed quite copasetic with the idea.
We went to a person's house. There were great animals there, very large pitt bulls. It was a bit unsettling. The Scottish woman purchased some illicit drugs. She was a cancer patient. It was understandable. I was a bit unnerved to be party to a drug transaction because she died a week later possibly of the valium she had gotten. I did not tell the authorities but I can't say why. I thought if there was an autopsy there might be inquiries but there wasn't. The Scottish woman was far gone in her cancer, her blood pressure was through the roof, she hadn't long and she knew it. She was rather a nice person inspite of her illness, which she had put at bay with medication I'd suppose, doting on her little dog. She was most happy to have Lucy for the week I was gone. It was traumatic to me to find her dead, her body white, fleshy, cold, resting on the little divan in the front of her motor home. She'd lived there with her pets, waiting to find a suitable house, as she'd decided to settle here.
(feels like true confessions this morning)
So now Lucy is a vicious hound. I'm not sure what to do about it. I'm not beholden to Eyetook (not the name the Scottish woman gave her but I like it. I raised Lucy from a pup, she was a darling little female puppy with long floppy ears and now she's so jealous of Eyetook that she can't be in the same room with her, Eyetook has taken her place in the home, she's out for blood. It's a challenge to decide what to do but for starters, keeping them separate is going to have to do, until I can arrange for the cocker to be rehoused with someone else, I think.
One has the same fierce loyalties to one's creatures, I've found. I've observed it in other animal lovers like myself. The pet provides the nuturing that is absent otherwise in the person's life. It's a comfort zone that aligns itself as a source of care like when my last child went off to college and the house was empty. We'd always had cats but that's when the little Bichan came to live with us. Right from the beginning, he was a member of the household. It was a minor tragedy when he had to be put down. There was a bullet lodged in his spine that couldn't be removed. He was terminal. My little friend, with me through thick and thin, died at the hands of my brother's .22. He said little Andi walked up the hill with him, as if he knew what was coming. Andi sat there staring at him as he plugged him between the eyes. He buried him on the hill behind my folks' house. Can't help think how sad that was, how I looked for a replacement dog and found the hyperactive Scottie that only lasted a few months (he chewed up my glasses), hehe, then fell in love with a giant black Labrador retriever I took in as a favor. Off to the pound went those two. Then came the puppy Lucy, who was as sweet an animal as one could wish for, but never the bright enthusiasm of the Bichan, I must admit. Eyetook is a little more competent and comported (whatever that means), but she isn't Andi either. I suppose I ought to find a picture of the little beast but he's on my Myspace photo album for the world to see. What a nice little dog. Maybe I just shouldn't have another. Feel sad Lucy has to go but it seems to be the case. She just can't share.
I guess I better go deal with her right now.
The canaries are hanging in their cage over my desk: Tweety and Snowflake (a female, for the lusty male Tweety, so that we may have a dynasty of operatically-inspired canaries). Easier pets to maintain, but not the patent devotion of the canine. A warbling song in the morning (though I have to say, Tweety hasn't been quite so cheerful since Snowflake came, so she may be returned to her previous owner as a 'definite downer bird' in terms of my own canary's ability to ignite the morning with his song.
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