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| [May 10] I think the timing fell perfectly for this particular page and Mother's day. It helps when you use actual dialogue you remember from certain points in your life. Motherhood, of course, is a badge that automatically acquits the average female from doing any wrong whatsoever. Or, in reality, they can hide behind motherhood as an excuse for motives that would otherwise be considered self-serving. Ah, but I don't want to taint the repulsive commercialised ritual of Nester's Fest, so I'll simply move on to other things.
How about Father's day, soon to come, I presume. Since the average American Kid and adult has no real relationship with the sperm doner of the family, I came up with the idea that you could break the ice by giving ol' Dad the kind of gift you would give yourself, as a way of saying "You're a total stranger, Dad, so I gave you something I thought you would give me if you gave a shit." No real loss either way. If he doesn't like it, tell him you'll take it back and forget about it. | |
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| [May 10] 'Dorkas' is a Germanic name. Only in America the Beautiful does it sound like something demeaning. I guess. And Dorkas is apparently Rudy and Izzy's kid. Mel didn't let me in on that one until know. Which does make the story a bit more exciting. I don't know exactly what's gonna happen and when pages are late I actually feel pretty irritated about it. But that's life. Surprise, disappointement, it all has its ups and downs. It's kinda like caffein.
So, how bout those bees? Apparently only the farm-raised bees are being effected by whatever is killing them. Native bees aren't being harmed by whatever it is. So, if you're in an agriconomy which derives much monetary pleasure from the constructiveness of bees, you can look forward to the delights of higher prices, which, although the native bees will fill in where the weak GM bees are failing, will continue to be high long after this is over. Also, you can look forward to those wonderful news reports --and hopefully videos-- concerning people who have been stung to death by those Satanic Nasty Africanized Bees (SNABs). ...it's kinda like caffein: it creeps up on you and then you have to eat more and more sugar to keep the buzz and/or jitters going. It's so goddamn fun!!! | |
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Didn't he already help you?... oh, never mind.
"Great to see you! Thanks for letting me in! And by the way, my name's not-" Jeeze, that's the last thing I need: to be known as a cop. I'm a PI for cryin' out loud! Not some dog-sniffing gumshoe. What the hell... oh... BBQ. Okay, so I'm 'Bobby'. "-in the papers yet, you don't have to be so damn happy!"
Ah yeah, my new friends sure know how to pull my strings. First BBQ then a vigerous preflirt with a nice set of pins. Now, this I could get used to. I hope she likes my big shotgun. Ohhh.. she does..
I don't, I like BBQ. I hope she does, because after this that's all I'm buying for the next two months at least.
Your kid? Okay, sure, pal. Mate? "Hmmm", I thought as I ate more of their delicious BBQ.
Hey, that wasn't very nice. My bookie says I'm worth at least 10 grand.
I paused. Since he's dead in the alley behind the house, that probably means Bobby is the lunk who tried to bean me with what looked like a lamp post. Mmmm... juicy, tangy, and full of spice. 'Man's best friend is the beast he eats.' --my dad was aways right. Well, about that, at least. We really missed that.. cow. "We never had a cow. Odd." I kept eating. Best not to reminisce while eating.
Izzy, Iggy, Immie, Indie, Emma... and Bobby. Bobby must have been the oddball of the family. Who would name their kid 'Bobby' anyway? Hm, I probably should have dumped the body in the river or something. "It seems his cell phone is out." Yeah, that's a damn shame. Bobby. I don't know if I'm gonna get used to being called that. Sure is good BBQ.
Dorkas. ... They named a little girl.. Dorkas. I had to take a long pause after eating the last rib. I licked my fingers and pondered that one to myself, "Dorkas. ... hey, did anyone notice the time?" These people were strange. Good meaty fun, but I.. I just couldn't handle being called Bobby. And being around a kid named Dorkas. And I'm supposed to not accidentally call her 'dork'? Oh, the hell with it, "Yeah, I really need to get out of here. I'll see if.. uh.. Iggy is over at the uh.. pub, I guess. Where do think he would be?"
"Probably not at a pub, I'd hope, try the chapel, he's probably counting up today's donations."
..I killed a priest. Or rabbii. That just figures. "Okay, I'll stop by and take a look. Thanks for dinner!" It was going to be a long night. I had to sneak behind and pull both bodies out of the alley. I knew these people were crazy, but.. well, at least they won't have to worry about Rudy and Bobby anymore, and hopefully.. "Thanks, it is kinda cold out tonight." Izzy pulled a nice fur coat over me and gave me a peck on the cheek. Really warm. Yeah, the coat, too.
