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st george and the dragon

once upon a time there was a peaceful village, filled with peaceful people.

a dragon came along.

he hung outside the village, making threatening and belligerent noises, and indicating that he was hungry.

he demanded that the villagers send him some children or fair maidens to eat.

just a few, he insisted, then he would be on his way.

the villagers held a council.

st george stepped forward at the meeting.

there is no need, quoth he, to surender any children or maidens to the dragon. with my sword and my lasso i will capture the dragon and put him in a cage, when all you good people can laugh at him forever.

this sounded like a good idea to the villagers, and they told st george to do what he could.

true to his word, st george captured the dragon and put him in a cage.

the villagers rejoiced, and held a great feast in st george’s honor, in which much ale was quaffed, and much beef and mutton devoured.

the dragon in his cage was treated to some pine cones and gruel.

life went on in the village.

st george and the other villagers went back to working in the fields and the farmyards, with occasional expeditions to poach in the bad king’s forest.

every year on the anniversary of the capture of the dragon, a feast was held with st george as the guest of honor.

on some years when there had been a bountiful harvest, the bad king himself attended the festivities and gave the villagers his blessing.

the villagers kept the dragon in his cage, as his presence reminded them of st george’s great victory, and kept him alive by feeding him gruel, pine cones, pine needles, and an occasional mouse.

st george lived to the venerable age of ninety-nine. the villagers gathered around him as lay on his deathbed, and after he downed one last hearty flagon of ale, they bid him good-bye.

even with st george gone, the villagers continued to keep the dragon in his cage and feed him. he lived for another three thousand years.

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Monday, February 6, 2017

incident at ernie's pizza

al was mad.

brandon was fooling around with al’s girlfriend claudette.

that was what al had been told by his friend dennis.

actually brandon had never even met claudette.

but al did not know that.

al got a gun.

he found brandon at ernie’s pizza parlor, finishing off a ham and egg grinder with a side of hot fries.

al confronted brandon.

ignoring brandon’s protestations of innocence regarding claudette, al shot brandon in the heart.

brandon slumped in his chair, and then fell to the ground.

a few minutes later claudette arrived.

ernie had called the police, and al was sitting down at a table staring into space, with ernie standing over him.

brandon was still sprawled on the floor. ernie had checked his pulse and found none.

informed of what had happened, claudette not only told al that she had never met brandon, but that she did not know where al got off thinking that she, claudette, belonged to him, and that she was “his” girl.

just then frank and gloria arrived.

frank and gloria expressed dismay at the proceedings and loudly proclaimed how sorry they were for brandon, who had been a great guy and one of their best friends.

actually neither frank nor gloria cared two cents about brandon, they were just saying that.

they were a couple of hypocrites.

to sum up:

brandon had no relationship with claudette, proper or otherwise.

claudette did not even consider herself al’s girl.

frank and gloria, who expressed sorrow at brandon’s demise, did not really like him.

actually nobody had ever liked brandon much, not even his mother.

so - al was an idiot, brandon was a nonentity, claudette was a cold hearted bitch, dennis was a jerk who had caused the whole thing for no good reason, ernie was just pissed off, and frank and gloria were two-faced hypocrites.

given all that, the question is:

is brandon dead?

Saturday, February 4, 2017


bud was just a guy
he walked because he couldn’t fly
scratched his head from time to time
never had a lousy dime

no one ever noticed him
he was neither fat nor slim
he might perhaps have gained some weight
but to eat each day was not his fate

a member of the human hive
he never worked from nine to five
he walked beneath skies gray and blue
and to no cause was ever true

no one ever asked his thoughts
he may have had some, maybe not
but knew his share of sneers and scorn
like every human ever born

in all his days and all his nights
no one ever thought to write
down anything he did or said
he lived awhile, and now he’s dead


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Friday, February 3, 2017

Thursday, February 2, 2017


marcia had only been dead for a few days and was still not used to the ways of heaven.

she was walking along a sort of countryish road and she saw four people seated at a picnic table by the side of the road.

as she came closer to the table, she saw that the four people were marilyn monroe, james dean, sylvia plath, and winston churchill.

they were chatting amiably together, and sharing a pitcher of lemonade which stood in the center of the picnic table.

there was space for more people to sit at the two benches at the table, and marcia wondered if it would be rude to invite herself to sit down.

she found herself saying, “do you mind if i sit here?” to the quartet at the table.

marilyn monroe smiled at marcia. “of course not,” she said, and patted the bench beside her.

marcia sat down beside marilyn monroe, who scooted over a little closer to james dean.

james dean was telling a long story that marcia could not pick up the thread of, something about making a movie about a war between the byzantine and bulgarian empires, with lenin and sacheverell sitwell as technical advisers.

marcia looked at the pitcher of lemonade, and winston churchill thoughtfully poured her a glass and pushed it toward her, but without taking his attention off of james dean’s story., or taking his cigar out of his mouth.

when james dean finished his story, sylvia plath asked marcia what her name was, and then asked marcia a lot of questions about herself which seemed to show a sincere interest and quite put marcia at her ease.

marilyn monroe then began telling a funny story about going fishing off easter island with noel coward and djuna barnes.

marcia was relaxing and enjoying herself when suddenly st michael appeared.

it was immediately obvious that he did not at all approve of marcia sitting there and talking with four such famous humans.

glaring at marcia, “is this person bothering you?” he asked the others at the table.

“oh, no, not all, “ marilyn monroe assured st michael. “we are having a most enjoyable afternoon. you are welcome to join us, if you like."

“thank you, but i have business elsewhere.” and with a final hard stare at poor marcia st michael departed.

marilyn monroe resumed her story, but for marcia the mood had been broken.

she wondered if the four famous people were really enjoying her company, or were just being polite, as seemed to be the general rule in heaven.

when marilyn monroe finished her story, marcia thanked them all for the lemonade and for a lovely afternoon, and after smiles and good wishes all around, she went on her way.

marcia had never quite figured things out on earth, and now she wondered if heaven was going to be more of the same.

at least In heaven she would have plenty of time.

i will get the hang of it eventually, marcia told herself.

your day today

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Sunday, January 29, 2017

al, bonnie, chucky, and the detective

al was an obnoxious individual.

he had a big mouth and thought he was tough and nobody liked him.

he had a girl friend named bonnie that he was always fighting with.

people felt sorry for bonnie but they also felt sorry for themselves because they had to listen to their constant racket.

they also suspected that al slapped bonnie around though she never said so to anybody.

a guy named chucky was particularly displeased by al’s existence.

one day al and chucky got into an argument and chucky pulled out a gun and shot al dead.

chucky had no prior record and the killing did not seem premeditated. he pleaded guilty to second degree murder and got a sentence of twenty to forty years with the possibility of parole.

a lot of people were grateful to chucky for killing al.

especially bonnie.

bonnie began corresponding with chucky in prison, and also sending him packages of brownies and cookies and other goodies that she baked herself.

a detective named dave, who had been involved with chucky’s swift arrest and conviction, heard about bonnie’s packages.

dave began to wonder if al’s killing had been as “unpremeditated” as it seemed, and if bonnie had not put chucky up to it and been an accessory.

dave liked to think of himself as a sharp detective who could not be fooled by bad guys and girls, who could solve “cold cases”, and who saw things others did not.

he also sincerely believed that al, as little as he had been loved or appreciated by his fellow humans, deserved to have those involved with his death brought to justice.

dave went to see bonnie to ask her about her care packages to chucky, and had a few other questions as well.

bonnie assured him that she had hardly ever spoken to chucky before he shot and killed al, and that she was writing to him and sending him goodies because she felt sincerely sorry for him.

when dave pressed her on the matter, bonnie told him she enjoyed baking the cookies and brownies and prided herself on them and would be happy to send dave himself some on a regular basis.

dave did not much care for bonnie’s attitude and departed more determined than ever to uncover some evidence of her complicity in al’s murder.

but although he pursued the matter off and on through the ensuing years he could not ever get anything on bonnie.

when dave was forced to retire, he kept on bonnie’s case on his own, along with a number of other “cold cases” he dreamed of solving.

a few months before chucky was released on parole, dave had a heart attack and died.

bonnie and chucky got married and lived happily ever after.