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October 21, 2005

Volume 7, Issue 21

"Did you fix the charcoal?"

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“These things are amazing. Out of control. Hell they’re worse than rabbits!”

“We’ve got to keep them separated. I’ll get started and you keep track. The lighter shades are female the darker male.”

“Whoa, how do they move so fast?”

“Careful now, keep them separate. I’m working as fast as I can. Nine done, are they still delivering? Man it seems like a loosing battle.
Hey, HEY I said keep them separated.”

“I’m sorry doctor McCoy. Keep working, I’ll do better. Oh no - in the corner, a black one and a pink one. Did you fix the charcoal tribble yet?”

Posted by: kasac at October 21, 2005 8:12 AM · Permalink

“These things are amazing. Out of control. Hell they’re worse than rabbits!”

“We’ve got to keep them separated. I’ll get started and you keep track. The lighter shades are female the darker male.”

“Whoa, how do they move so fast?”

“Careful now, keep them separate. I’m working as fast as I can. Nine done, are they still delivering? Man it seems like a loosing battle.
Hey, HEY I said keep them separated.”

“I’m sorry doctor McCoy. Keep working, I’ll do better. Oh no - in the corner, a black one and a pink one. Did you fix the charcoal tribble yet?”

Another unintelligible story. They make so much sense to me when I write them. Oh well, half the people here in my building think I’m smoking the medi mari anyway. Now they’re really wondering – yep, I’m a granny trekky.

I can write a 100 word story, I just need another 100 words to explain it. “I’ll do better” - I haven’t tried to write in a whole lot of years.

Thank you to those who haven given me a couple of pluses here and there, and thank you for your patience. My reason to live is to make the front page. HA HA HA HA HA! I’d have to go back to school. At my age, they’d laugh me to the marble match.

Posted by: kasac at October 21, 2005 1:50 PM · Permalink

G-d bless you Kasac, keep scribblin. We're in the same boat...I just started a correspondence in course in writing recently myself. Fun stuff when the muse hits, miserable when she gives the charcoal shoulder...I mean cold shoulder.

Posted by: Eric at October 21, 2005 3:21 PM · Permalink

Charcoal lay scattered all over the pavement as Chuck held the compress against head bleeding from a number of abrasions on his forearm. Red flashes of light reflected off his glasses and there were boots crunching on the broken glass walking toward him.

The meat had been marinated to perfection. The grill sparkled. He would make the barbecuing husband’s hall of fame, until Belinda asked that virility crushing question, “Did you fix the charcoal?”

“55 in 15. You OK Chuck?” the officer asked.

“Unh,” grunted Chuck

“Belinda called. Asked if you could pick up some sauerkraut on your way home.”

Posted by: Eric at October 21, 2005 3:43 PM · Permalink

Ernesto fumbled with his straw hat. “Lo siento, Senora, pero no entiendo que..”

“None of that gibberish, Ernesto,” Edna ordered as she crammed another cigarette between bulbous lips. “We speak American around here.”

“Si…er… yes, Senora.”

Pudgy hands firmly placed on corpulent hips, Edna continued, “And where’s that book I gave you? The English/Spanish dictionary?”

Ernesto grinned and produced the paperback from his back pocket before frantically flipping through the dog-eared pages. “Y-y-you want me to fix the charcoal?” he stammered.

“No,” Edna sighed. “I want you to repaint the lawn chairs.”

Ernesto nodded and went looking for the charcoal.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 21, 2005 6:27 PM · Permalink

>> At my age, they’d laugh me to the marble match.

At your age, kasac? Sheeesh! I can remember when they test-marketed dirt.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 21, 2005 8:26 PM · Permalink

So even *this* has to devolve into a pissing match?!?!

Kidding. I kid. I'm a kidder.

Posted by: Stacy at October 22, 2005 5:36 AM · Permalink

A pissing match? That sounds like a mean prop for playing a practical joke on smokers.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 22, 2005 11:57 AM · Permalink