Showing posts with label Congress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Congress. Show all posts

Friday, August 12, 2016

Dirk Destroyer Appendix Thirty-Seven Really Good Ideas

I have two confessions to make.  1) I miscounted the chapters in Dirk Destroyer's Less Destructive Brother.  There are two (which is more than one) chapters remaining (cunningly labeled Chapter 26 and 27.)  This means that I will not (as I despicably (or some other negative adverb) promised,) conclude the story today.
And so...
   2) I'm giving you the Appendix today instead of Chapter 26 (or 27 for that matter.)  Why?  I guess I've just been hanging around Elmer's more destructive brother too much lately.
   For those of you who showed the good sense not to read this disaster, the planet Two has been ruled by the thirty-seven really good ideas for more than eight thousand years - or longer than Elmer has been alive.  Unfortunately, they had lost all but three by the time Elmer was born, and in spite of Elmer and Dirk's protests, they lost two of those three and changed the meaning of the third.  The following is the original thirty-seven really good ideas.

Appendix
(Thankfully, not the one attached to my colon.)
The Thirty-Seven Really Good Ideas
1
Waving a fistful of twenties in the air is more likely to get thee a hackneyed carriage in the great city than yelling, “Hey nonny nonny, Fair Thee well, Good Person.” (also more likely to get thee mugged.)
2
When a person sayeth to thee, “Frankly,” “To be honest,” “I gotta level with thee,” “In all sincerity,” or “As mine congressman told me,” Thou shalt not believe a word of what that person sayeth next.
3
Peas are for eating – not sticking up thy nose.
And 3a
Thine dinning date will not be impressed with any nose-related amazing feat thou doest at the tavern table.
4
Be happy when thy boss sayeth, “We want to promote thee.” Do not be happy when thy boss sayeth, “We want to give thee more responsibility.”
5
If thou doth not already know how to use chopsticks, only utilize them when thou art dining alone, or with people thou wisheth to offend.
6
When in a business meeting, thou shalt not interject with, “I read in Ye Olde Mad Magazine…”
7
Thou shalt not start a land war in Phasia. It be-eth big, populous and its hardworking people art good at math. They are also polite – but not so polite as to refrain from applying their feet forcibly to thine posterior.
8
When thine woman sayeth, “I want thine honest opinion,” thou must never offer it. Thou must say only what thee believes thine woman wisheth to hear.
9
When an acquaintance asketh thee, “For whom art thou going to vote in the next election?” thou shouldest feign a fit of nausea, and run to the outhouse.
10
Thou shalt not consign a problem to the government to fix lest a century later, thine great-grandchildren pay taxes for a great host of government workers to fix that same problem - which shalt be worse for their efforts.
11
When thou art apprehended by the magistrate, thou shalt not make the noise of pigs grunting and squealing, lest thou receiveth from said magistrate good cause for thine grunting and squealing.
12
Once thou passeth the age of five, thou may no longer display thy ABC food.
13
Thou shalt not paint a depiction of dogs playing poker and call it fine art.
14
Thou shalt not feel uncomfortable when thee encounters a woman who loves other women. Thou shalt offer her a brew and asketh her about her favorite jousting team.
15
Thou shalt not stride out into a bull’s field with a red cape just to see what happeneth.
16
When thou art building a structure, thou shalt not sing with nails in thy mouth.
17
Thou shalt not eat anything that smells fouler than thine own self.
18
Thou shalt not attempt a youthful fashion statement after the age of thirty.
19
Thou shalt not prevent persons from smoking cigars in their own home.
20
Thou shalt bathe at least once a year – more-often-so if thou hopeth to mate with a woman.
21
If thou tosseth a coin in the air to decide how to vote, thou needest stay home on election day. If thou tosseth a coin to decide any matter of importance, thou shalt not procreate.
22
If thou pisseth on the same spot thine dog just pissed. The next place the cur pisseth is likely to be in thy bed. Thou shalt not piss off thine dog.
23
If thou hath dealt it, thou shalt not complain about the smell. Thou may however, blame the dog.
24
If thou hast dreams that thou flyest – place thine bed on the ground floor.
25
If thou wisheth for a uniting of all countries – imagine living under the world’s worst ruler with no place to runneth.
26
If thine sir name is Bates – do not seek to be anyone’s master.
27
If thou art content with thy level of taxation – tell not thine rulers.
28
If thou liketh not window blinds – it be-eth curtains for you.
29
If thine chicken crosseth the road – ask not why.
30
If thou tasteth a foul concoction – do not bid thy friend, “try this.”
31
No matter how interesting its writing may be, thou shalt not bring thine woman paper thou findest in the outhouse.
32
Planteth thine corn early.
33
This idea space to let – reasonable rates.
34
Thou shalt not comment on how these thirty-seven good ideas are written primarily for men. Thou shalt instead consider how women customarily respond to advice.
35
Thou shalt not bug(ger) the sheep. (translation in dispute.)
36
Thou shalt not make a religion out of a list of ideas, ‘Really Good,’ or otherwise.
37

When thou hast lacks wisdom, thou shalt not attempt to make a list of Really Good Ideas that’s longer than five or six entries lest thou look like an ass.
   So I'd ask you to tune in next week for the 26th (or penultimate - great word, eh?) chapter of Dirk Destroyer - but would anyone believe me now if I did?

For no particular reason, here's a spooky, largely forgotten, song by Jim Stafford.


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Poopie Political Poopieheads!

It has come to this...
You see, I wrote a political satire novella for my genre series. I wrote it in 2013, and polished it up nicely last year, ready for a launch for the holidays - I even listed it as published in a collection of short stories I wrote.
The nabobs at Go Figure Reads dragged their heels (drugged the heels? drugs that heal? eels on drugs?)
and now, close to a year later, it's still not anywhere near publication.
The thing about political satire is that it's a lot like guacamole; it doesn't get better when it sits around. The politicians have been doing their utmost to satirize themselves over the last year, and a few of my key figures have become less relevant.
I blame congress.
(That's always a safe bet.)

The upshot is that the earning prospect for stale satire is no longer worth the eleven dollars and twenty-three cents that Go Figure Reads spends prepping a story for e-book.
Poop!
I've come to two conclusions.

One: I'm staying out of politics. They not only rot, but their stories rot, and that just... rots!
Two: I'm far too lazy to let all the work I put in this story languish on the Island of misfit novellas, so... I'm going to bore you with it. This should effectively cut my loyal readership down to Uncle Humbolt, who has nothing else to do with his time for the remainder of his sentence in the home for the criminally tedious.
But, in an effort to inconvenience one or two other readers, I will alternate between the serialization of my irrelevant novella, and my ordinary irrelevancies.
What does that mean?

I'm not sure, but I think it means you'll find excerpts from the satire on Fridays and on Tuesdays you'll see stuff about penguins wearing party hats and crap like that.
So, starting on Friday and for several tedious Fridays to come, look for a complete unproofed (but not unpoopie) serialization of... Dirk Destroyer's Less Destructive Brother, Book Three in Cataclismically Unprofitable Genre Series - The Political Satire!
Oh, and sorry in advance.

As a matter of fact, I feel so bad about it, that I'll make the first two books in the series Trouble in Taos Trouble inTaos, and Volition man Volition Man free for e-book download on Amazon September 30th and October 1rst.
What do you mean that makes it worse?

And now for a completely unrelated video.



Monday, August 18, 2014

I Don’t Feel Like It

In the life of any blog, there are going to be days you just don’t feel like it.
Blogging, that is.
I don’t feel like blogging today.
I could be telling you about the poodle that raised me which is the reason I still feel the urge to urinate when I see a fire hydrant.
But I don’t feel like it.
I could tell you how a cabal of scientists has conspired to infect disinfectant wipes with a virus that causes OCD.
Nope – don’t feel like it.
Then there’s the representative from Oregon that joined a monastery and took a vow of silence. He’s become so popular that his fellow congress-people have nominated him for speaker.
You won’t hear about it from me – I don’t feel like it.
Why do shelf and cheap furniture makers find it easier to glue millions of specks of sawdust into board shape than to just use… boards?
I won’t tell you – don’t feel like it.
Then there’s the mighty condor that flies everywhere and eats anything. Why is it endangered, but bugs that insist on flying into your mouth when you’re breathing hard remain too numerous to count?
Don’t ask me. I might know – just don’t ask. I don’t feel like talking about it.
So, celebrities that don’t want to talk to admirers are ‘blowing them off.’ The admirers they blow off are called fans. Fans are things we use to… blow things off. Do you think that’s strange?
If so, please don’t bring it up.
As I might have mentioned - I don’t want to blog today. I don’t want to talk about sticky spots on the floor, the glories of finishing second on reality TV shows, or why the Department of Education needs a SWAT team.
Oh - by the way - I learned to fly.
I just don’t want to get in to it.

Thanks for understanding.

Here's a little guy that gets it. 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Things That Don’t Work on a Stupid Blog


So it’s late on a Wednesday night and I’ve got a blog post due in 8 hours. I could use something one of my helpful colleagues at Go Figure Reads offered, or I could try to come up with something new.
But so far – all I can think of is stuff that won’t work. Stuff like…
Traffic Safety
I’ve never seen anything intentionally funny on traffic safety. When I was in school (and especially in Driver’s Ed,) I saw plenty of film strips that were hilarious about traffic safety, but none of them were intended to be. Our Driver’s Ed teacher, Mr. Dripple was perhaps one of the most amusing people I’ve ever met. His class was like a Steven Wright monolog, and he made the best noises when I drove the training vehicle.
But none of it was intentional. Traffic safety is just not a funny subject.
Congress
I know that late night comedians have a wonderful time with congress and politics in general, but all I can think of is the small army of immaculately dressed porters on the Titanic, elegantly keeping the lounge chairs in place as the ship sinks.
Kim Kardasian and Kanye West
While I’m certain that funny stuff about this couple is abundant, I am unable to share it. I’m certain because every time I’m in the checkout line, I see their photos staring at me from just above the Skittles. The reason I can’t share it is for better or worse, I installed a personal news filter on this engaging couple that’s been so effective that I can’t even tell you why they’re famous.
There has to be a reason – right?
Muslim Extremism
Actually – there is tons of hilarious material on this subject. I had a hundred and twenty thousand word novel written entitled, To Allah, With Love. It was far funnier than Trouble in Taos link and Volition Man link combined. I sent it off to my friend Salman Rushdie who agreed it was first rate comedy, but then he listed the body parts I would lose for publishing it.
Perhaps not.
Gourmet Cooking
You really should know something about a subject before you write about it.
Baby Prince George
I’m of the opinion that if all members of the royal family remained barely ambulatory and pre-verbal, that Britain’s movement to dump the royals would die in a great cascade of cuteness.
But just like his grandfather, the royal baby is not really funny.
Sex?
Yeah… See Gourmet Cooking.
Blogging
So here I am on an even later Wednesday night, just finishing a post on the least appropriate subject of all – writing a blog post. As someone I didn’t bother to Google once said, “It’s like sausage; focus on the product, not how it’s made.”


Here’s a bit from Steven Wright. What a Driver’s Ed instructor he would have made!