Wow....
Remember Ponyboy? Not the character in the book...our fellow blogger, who was a self-proclaimed parasite, sucking the life out of the efforts of other bloggers. He often left a trail of blood as he slithered off into the bushes waiting for his next opportunity to pounce.
Not knowing him, I can only imagine he was once like this. A sweet and tender lad who never swore and was as courtesy as his mother's expectations.
But now look at him. WTF! What happen Pony? What happen?
He is now responsible for children. Lord have Mercy. Is there hope? You tell me.
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Okay, Miss Savannah, I was just dropping by to say something nice on my way out of work, but now…but now, Savannah…
I don’t want to do anything rash, so I’ll put the top down, pick-up the children, go home, fire up a smoke and…consider.
And, for your information, I did have a shirt and haircut very similar to the handsome and soon to be extremely successful young man in the picture, thank you very much.
Until later.
Ahhh Pony....If you are not crying like a little girl, I have not achieved my goal!!!
But since you are wheeling around town in a convertible with two of the luckiest kids in town, I will use this time to head you off at the pass in hopes you will reconsider if your words, upon return, are not to be favorable.
As I type, my favorite movie is on, To Kill a Mockingbird. I saw that movie when I was about Scout’s age. It left an incredible impression upon me to which love and fear are included. Phenomenal movie that has not been topped by my standards. So this has put me in a frame of mind to share what I really think… Get your tissues…
The fact that you chose the avatar and identify with the likes of Atticus Finch translates that you are a man of integrity, honor and wrinkled suits. +1
The fact that you chose to take on the lives of two children when perhaps you did not have to translates as an extreme selfless act. +2
The fact that you have an affinity for foul language to which I am a big fan (I know, not ladylike. I dedicated one summer, with my friend Laura, to the word f*ck in an effort to desensitize it. We spent a lot of time on the golf course so it was not that hard.) translates to a colorful existence. +3
The fact you have a convertible and metrosexual shoes…+4
So you are a 10 in my book…no matter how much I jab and poke at you.
And one more thing…
The fact that you and Error were roomies and he still talks to you, well...priceless.
;o) pals???
Hey, Boo...
Miss Jean Louise, Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.
Wasn't that scene incredible...hard to believe that was Robert... http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000380/
Beautiful scene--and film.
Had a co-worker who used to say that to me in a spot-on Scout impersonation whenever she saw me at the beginning of our shift.
This and Splendor in the Grass are my two top films. But, then again, I have not see Double Indemnity yet.
As promised, I found a clean, well-lighted place (one of my few literary allusions beyond the middle school/high school canon) to smoke, consider and reconsider. I’ve burned more than a few Sancho Panza Matadors and I have decided to give you a pass.
But, please allow me to respond:
You did not make me cry. You did not come close. (What do you think you are? Story Corps?)
Yes, I aspire to be like Atticus. As I believe I have already posted elsewhere, I am more than capable of defending a wrongly accused black man (invited him to break up a chiffarobe, please); am able to eat peas with a knife; and, can drop a rabid dog with one shot from 100 yards w/my squirrel gun (I am an expert marksman). However, Savannah, I believe you should do a little research on “Winnifeld, Jules” for a better appreciation of “Atticus Winnifield.” -5
My suits, by the way, are NEVER wrinkled and I have an EXCELLENT selection of vintage neckwear. +2
“The fact that you chose to take on the lives of two children when perhaps you did not have to…”
What, exactly, are you implying, Savannah? “When perhaps (I) did not have to…?” PERHAPS? Again, as I said before, my textile and mining interests will not be profitable w/o child labor. +0 (win/win)
I will take the points for my car (a Volvo C70) and Steve Madden shoes (+4) and the “colorful” existence (+3)
So, that leaves me a +4… a nattily dressed dick in a nice car.
Word.
Uncomfortable cough, tar-lined lungs pull in a deep breath. Eyeing the clock, you arrive. You tug at their hair and guide them to the chariot of your (but their future) labor, side stepping their clumsy gait to avoid an underserved scuff on name-dropped footgear thus uncontrolled expletives. Homebound with winded locks, tie lapping at your ear, you find rest at the wooden table. Ringed stains boasting of distant liquor covered by re-gifted coasters holding soda water with a twist, you smile upon day two. Slipping into the warm laptop hum and cadence of clicking, broiling under blaze of light, you say good evening with completion.
A pass.
+4.
A pass? At 60-cent collective puffs (ten in all), hiding in the smoke, smudging your tears up into your brow, you emerged with a pass? Gracious, merciful, almighty stallion-boy, honored to be among your listeners, first-time caller. Fruitlessly smashing good with evil? The GOOD WINS making photo dominant for response and lasting impression. Stubbornly dapper.
Winnfield.
0.
Atticus.
+10.
Word up.
I don't understand the scoring in this game...
It's a win/win...
ArtEncore and the case of the disappearing posts. It's like a Nancy Drew mystery, around here.
Yeah...I probably don't go by the blogger bible of posting commandments but that is what makes me a swell gal... I am not a rule folower...except for thou shall not kill...unless of course, it is a blog post...then I say, off with their heads.
You missed a couple. ;-)
foLLower...
How about 65?
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