On my way to St Hives I met a man with seven Hives...


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I'm feeling a bit odd right now.

We've been helping my Dad move his medical practice for the past 7 days or so, and I'm only getting between 3-4 hours of sleep each night, so I'm a bit punchy. (Once upon a time when I was younger, I only slept 4 hours a day as a matter of course, but now I need 5 to feel normal.)

And today comes word that one of my many, many cousins has died. He was just in his mid 30's, and an aneurism took him...today they harvested his viable organs for transplantation.

My family is huge and dispersed around the world, so I only met him a few years ago- oddly enough, at the remembrance service/family gathering for my grandmother who had just died about a week prior.

Like many in our family, he was a good cook...but unlike all but a few, he was a pro- a bona-fide chef. Good-looking SOB, too: kind of like a younger version of Giancarlo Esposito. The man could drink, and had a classic sense of retro style, too. (Think upscale 1940's.)

I can't say I'm broken up by this- like I said, we weren't close. We only had a couple of encounters. Heck, I didn't even know his last name.

But I wanted to say something about him to somebody.
 



So who is this Other Wise you all keep talking about? Does he live in a castle? Does his grandmother hate cats? Is there a reward for returning their pet cloud giant? Can Jack come and play too? How will we ever get home? Who said that? In a world..where evil lurks..and good merely jaunts..and the neutral make their way into coffeehouses and tickle yellow bellied cowboy toes..nothing makes sense anymore..and who will save the day? Is it Peter? Is it you good twin? How many fingers am I holding up? Do you need marmalade with that?
 

So who is this Other Wise you all keep talking about? Does he live in a castle? Does his grandmother hate cats? Is there a reward for returning their pet cloud giant? Can Jack come and play too? How will we ever get home? Who said that? In a world..where evil lurks..and good merely jaunts..and the neutral make their way into coffeehouses and tickle yellow bellied cowboy toes..nothing makes sense anymore..and who will save the day? Is it Peter? Is it you good twin? How many fingers am I holding up? Do you need marmalade with that?

*Dog Moon explodes, looking like jonesy's pic*
 


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