Let’s go… Slaho!

CHAPTER 51 

Trevor spent his day collecting. The giant cover would show up every day, usually after the deluge. Every day it seemed that it was a different color, and every day Trevor felt compeeled to take a sample. Some days the giant material seemed softer than others. The softer the material, the easier it was for him to collect. Some days he could collect five to seven times his body weight in material. Other days he couldn’t collect as much, but he would collect nonetheless. His friends would make fun of him. Some would get angry. There was not much room in the ditch where they lived, and he would find a way to clutter up the entire area. But it was so soft!!! The material was so comfortable to him! And so beautiful! He just had to collect it! And so everyone accepted this about Trevor.
Unfortunately, Trevor couldn’t find a way to keep what he had collected. No matter how much he collected the appendage always seemed to come in and remove it. This usually happened right BEFORE the deluge. Trevor always figured that the day would come when the appendage would not show up and his collection could be used to protect them from the large volume of water that would fall upon him and his co-dwellers. But every day it would come: the long giant rod with the printed marks on one side and with the hard surface on the other. It was the hard surface’s edge that would scrape up the material and dispose of it. And if Trevor wasn’t careful he’d get scraped away with the material. Fortunately for him, no one had ever been removed with the material, though there had been some close calls. losing someone, he knew would be the end of his collecting days. Trevor never understood why this object kept showing up all the time, but it did. But he would not be discouraged… he would continue to collect and collect.
Everyone did agree that the material was good for two things. On days when the giant cover was removed for long periods of time, it would protect all in the ditch from the very bright light that would sometimes show up. It also helped to muffle the noises from underneath… roars that they called the “HAHA”s, grumbles that seemed to bubble up, and what seemed like giant voices with foreign languages they didn’t understand, but that used very similar voices every day. It was these voices that they heard that helped them to come up with names for the covering, the material, and their home: shirt, lint, navel. That’s probably where Trevor’s last name came from - Navelintshi.
So Trevor kept collecting. His mission seemed clear. Get as much as you can. Overcome the dirty looks from his family and friends. Enjoy the material before it gets collected. And when the appendage comes… DUCK!!

THE END

OK, so I didn’t post for a whole week (and change…) but now I’m back. I should be posting regularly again. I must admit, I’m pretty proud of myself because this month was a whole lot more productive than April 2006 (no posts whatsoever!) Let’s hope I can continue the torrid pace. On top of my creative entries, I plan to share more of my thoughts from now on… in other words, make it a TRUE blog. Here’s to the beginning of daily musings!

CHAPTER 50 

Saburo stealthily stepped out of the window and onto the branch of the great oak. Not a leaf rustled. Camouflaged in the night by his black garb, he was careful not to alert his target. Discipline. Focus. Blend in with the night. “He’ll never see you coming. You are a ninja!”
In all his training, Saburo had never failed to successfully ambush his prey. Today would be no different, he thought. “I am one with the night,” he would remind himself as he continuously neared the unsuspecting being. Respect it. Respect its place in the world, and the world will respect your quest. A quest for victory. A quest for dominance. A quest for control of each and every situation he confronted. He was one with the world, so he would not be recognized as independent of the world. He would not be seen. He is a ninja.
But this target is different, he notes. He’s always moving. He can’t stand still. Always fidgeting, swiveling, darting, alert. No matter. Saburo was now within two arms’ length of his victim. He would succeed. Just one more step…
…and he was gone.
“Damn it! I hate squirrels! Why can’t they just stand still! He was mine!”
Failure. He had never tasted it before, but there it was. Bitter, acrid, YUCK.
It’s but a stepping stone. He knows. He will step over it. He is NINJA.
Once he catches the squirrel his training is done. He will be ready. He IS ready.
“The squirrel is mine!”

THE END

The creativity police has arrived to make sure that all is running well
What he sees is some inaction, at least as far as he can tell
Lots of postings have been made but they’re mostly from one member
Most everyone else seems AWOL dating back to last December
He writes up a citation for those creative minds who have been idle
It seems they haven’t even taken the time to write a decent title
To create takes but ten minutes as our administartor exhorts
Nobody is expected to have to write one hundred page reports
There’s no monetary fine linked to the ticket that has been dealt
Just take a moment to write or draw what you’ve been thinking or have felt
The authorities have spoken and now have left but with a warning
If you don’t sit down and create something it will result in global warming!

 (This poem was written about the inkndoodles site where I like to post most of my creative works… it is a workshop for those who are trying to find a community that promotes creativity.  The problem is that there are all of 3 of us in the community.  This poem airs a bit of my frustration, but is also an invitation for all who want to create and share, and give input to these creations to join the inkndoodles community.)

www.inkndoodles.com

JOIN NOW!

I’m sitting here at night because I’m unable to go to bed,
Grappling with all the thoughts that are spinning in my head.
I can’t quite make them out, they’re one big giant fuzz.
Am I afraid of what awaits me, or am I running from what was?
Every time I stop to contemplate these thoughts I have inside,
I purposely find something to do and my enlightenment’s denied.
All the things I should be facing I block out with some form of noise.
I’ll find myself making a phone call, or picking up my kids toys.
Maybe I should stop and listen, I may have something useful to say.
I just may ease this tension that keeps me from sleeping every day.
I think I’ll say a prayer, that I let these thoughts become clear.
And maybe all the answers I’m avoiding will suddenly appear.

Good-bye-a
Sanjaya

CHAPTER 49
DOING MY TAXES

I went to the bookstore because I wanted to see if there was a good self help book on doing my own taxes.
As I was walking in I saw a book I hadn’t seen in a while:
“All I Ever Really Needed to Learn I learned in Kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum.
I realized that I have very little memory of kindergarten, but…
I immediately went home and printed out all my tax forms.
Then I handed them to my son to complete.
Everything should be fresh in his memory… he’s in first grade!

THE END

Here’s a quicky
Not too tricky
Hope your taste in poems
Is not too picky

Today I read a book that helped me learn to use GarageBand. I am very excited because I did my first trial podcast today. It was only about 2 minutes long, but I was able to edit it and add sound effects and add a second voice track. I’m almost all set to begin podcasting myself! Now all I have to do is learn to put my podcast on Podshow.com where I just became a member, and then I’m good to go. Wish me luck! And hopefully pretty soon you’ll be hearing me and not just reading my stuff.

CHAPTER 48
Two Peas in a Pod

Bob and Jeff were two peas in a pod.
Bob fell out of the pod while he was sleeping.
Jeff called the rescue and they all went to the emergency room.
Bob was placed back in his home with Jeff.
To make sure that he wouldn’t fall out again they put him in a podcast.

THE END