Monday, October 31, 2022

Snow White and Big Head Discuss Smoke, Covid-19 and Parasitic Diarrheal Disease


 Big Head:

“What a day.  The smoke is so bad here.  I’ve never seen it so bad!  It’s our anniversary today and we were headed to the coast for a hike but saw the Cliff Mass Blog and he said “Don’t bother”.  How are you holding up with this all this covid and smoke?  Protests and crazy stuff going on in many places.  Waiting to hear some new protest songs!!  Where are they?”

 

Snow White:

“Yeah.  The smoke is worse than yesterday here.  Fires. Plague. Darkness.  If I hear that Lake Washington has turned to blood I’ll be fixin’ to see Frogs and Locusts next.

 

Big Head:

“I seen a giant gerbil chasing a Sasquatch.. They was goin’ north”.

 

Snow White:

“I know and there’s Giardias everywhere.  I seen them, too”.

 

Big Head:

“What does giardia poop look like?  Watery, sometimes foul-smelling diarrhea that may alternate with soft, greasy stools?  Fatigue or malaise?  Abdominal cramps and bloating?  Gas or flatulence.  Do you track the Giardia’s by following their poop?  With Sasquatch I just follow the footprints

 

Snow White:

“Wow!  Ya know I been waitin’ forever hoping that someone would be smart enough to ask me that. 

So, the deal is there are some things that you need to know about Giardias if you ever hope to see one for yourself.  As you know, their existence is not universally accepted and nothing but a radical-left conspiracy as far as Qanon is concerned.  Seeing one, or a herd of them, is not nearly as common as trippin’ over a Sasquatch turd in the Arboretum or even up in The Ravine.  I mean a turd so large that you trip over it is hard to deny.  But Giardias, well, they are a whole ‘nuther thing.

To start with, and I’m tellin’ you this now in the strictest confidence, their shit is bioluminescent which makes you think that “Hey, spotting glowing shit is easy”, right?  At least that’s what I said but it isn’t easy at all.  No, and it’s also really dangerous to expose yourself to them so seeing them for yourself can come at a price.

The deal is they are really fucking teensy, right?  So, a single glowing teensy turd doesn’t really jump out at you.  Ya see, you can’t really see just one Giardia turd so in order to see them at all you have to find a whole herd of them.  Only when you are in a huge group of them will there be enough glowing shit that you know that you are in their midst and when you are surrounded by them they attack you and bite your gentiles.  I shit you not.  I seen them and undergone their attacks so I know.

The first time I seen ‘em I was with some friends in the forest smoking some Thai stick.  After many lungfuls of smoke I saw that I was in a cloud of teensy bioluminescent shit.  When they attacked me, they knocked me onto my back but The Force was strong with me and I quickly jumped to my feet.  My friends were all laughing at me so I knew that they had not seen the shit and therefore were unaware that I had been attacked.

I thought that maybe seeing ‘em was my gift or something, sort of like you and your ability to see dead people, but the next day my crouch was itching like crazy and I decided it was gift I didn’t want.  The itching was driving me crazy so I went to the doctor and told him that I had been attacked by a herd of Giardias.  He said, “Giardias huh”? Then he told me to go to the drugstore and buy a bottle of something called RID, which I did.  I followed the instructions which made no mention of Giardias.  It did come with a teensy comb which not only helped remove the Giardias but provided a great styling tool for pubic hair.

The second time I seen ‘em was at Volunteer Park.  I was with some friends and we had dropped acid.  Pretty soon I started seeing that I was surrounded by colorful geometric crystals floating around.  This time I wasn’t the only one who saw them, though.  We all seen bioluminescent stuff but didn’t realize that it was Giardias.  They are sneaky fuckers, I tell you, and because we all saw ‘em it didn’t cross my mind that we were under attack.

A few days later it started burning when I pissed and I got suspicious.  When I pissed that golf ball, I put 2 and 2 together and realized that those fuckers had gotten me again.  I went back to the same doctor and told him that it was another Giardias attack but he said that it was something else called Gondolarrias or Gorgonzola or something like that.  He gave me a shot to get rid of it.

So yeah, I seen ‘em and I hope to never see ‘em again.  I would rather be abducted by aliens and have them stick that needle in my belly button again then undergo another attack on my gentiles by rampaging Giardias.  They are a total fucked story.



Wednesday, October 26, 2022

The One

 



A time of change in a young life where an established place had been found but no longer fit. 

Now, on the bottom rung, looking up, who do I trust? 

Looking for a face that is slightly less afraid than my own

Or one that will accept me as you I am, fears and all.  


Hoping for an open door it seemed like forever.

But it was just a blink of an eye in the arc of a life before that face found me.

In Spanish class where there were two “Juans” so I was called, “Eduardo”.

There was only one “Mel-veen”.

The door cracked open and we became Mel-veen and Eduardo.

I was safe.


Time moved on. 

We grew. 

Friends came and went. 

Some disappointed.  


A precious few stood the test of time and remained to prop us up when we faltered.

The few become fewer.

And then there was only one.

The one that I wished I was more like.


 The door remained wide open

The brilliant sun shone in

Ideas and experiences were shared

Some not-such-good ideas but always something learned

And always there was trust

With “The One” who was always there.


“The One” who would always tell me the truth about myself

Especially when I needed it the most but didn’t want to handle the truth.

“The One” who encouraged me to seek and find my own direction

Nudging, leaving breadcrumbs, but was sometimes forced to resort to a 2 x 4 across the head to gain my attention and make me listen

“The One” who also shared his concerns and fears and looked to me for ideas when I  felt unworthy.


And then one day the call came.

The door was closed.

What had I missed?

Where to from here?



Saturday, October 22, 2022

Shirts and Skins

 


Behold the Montlake Pennant.  I bought this at one of the last Montlake Carnival I attended (1962 or ’63?) but lost the staff that came with it.  The staff was simple wooden dowel with a dark green ball on top.  Note the school colors of Hunter Green and Grey. 

The word pennant or pennon came from the Latin word penna meaning “feather” or “wing”.  It originated in the Middle Ages when they were carried on the lances of warriors.  Various colors were used to denote who’s side a warrior was fighting for and that concept has carried over to this day as seen on sport team’s uniforms.  Makes it hard to confuse a Cincinnati Bengal for a Los Angeles Ram or a Flying A from a Longacre Colt.  

n.d. - Stategikon

At Montlake in the early ‘60’s our basketball team had no Hunter Green and Grey uniforms.  Heck, we had no uniform of any color and our league schedule pitted us against just two rivals, Bryant and Stevens Schools.  They also were without uniforms.  

n.d. - Craig Daily Press

 But, we didn’t need no stinking uniforms because we had Shirts and Skins!