Fears....

..... you know, things have changed over time, my gentle rubberneckers......

.... once upon a time a Man could voice his fears, bear his soul, and cast his frail heart out into the vast openness of the mighty blogosphere without nary a peep of indignation, consolation, or trepidation......

.... and indeed, many moons ago I was such a passenger on this anonymous cyber-Greyhound Bus of Life.....

.... and a blissful little fellow I was, too.... merrily skipping along through cyberspace with my long, flowing locks of red hair (metaphorically speaking, of course) braided into exquisitely proportioned Auburn Pigtails of Innocence, Trust, and Happiness.... but ooooh, how things have changed in my nearly five years of blogging......

..... to what do I refer, you may be inquiring?...... how have my bared soul, my sharing of fears, and my imbibing of adult beverages at blogmeets thanked me for these five years of perseverance, fortitude, and occasional angst?....

..... Knine is writing fiction about me and my most feared nemesis, that's what.....

.... I tell you, there truly is no justice in this world of ours...... sure, there was that whole chipmunk fiasco, but I could have sworn that he'd have forgiven me by now....... but to hit a man with zombies when he is least expecting it?..... well, that's just plain mean...... go over and tell him to quit it, please..... I frighten easily these days......

.... I'm off to field strip and clean my Bushmaster and sharpen my Cold Steel...... one can never be too prepared these days.....

.... damn, I hate zombies.....

by Eric on July 27, 2008 | Bullshit (7) | TrackBack (0) | Blogging
Bullshit So Far

A little bit of Kipling in reply to the story:
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.

Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.

Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!

Bullshitted by Rey B on July 27, 2008 07:14 PM

.... thanks, Rey..... I am glad that you are such a fan of Kipling.... but I am afraid your story didn't do much to cheer me up...... yeef!...

Bullshitted by Eric on July 27, 2008 07:30 PM

Metaphoric or not, picturing you with long RED braided pigtails and freckles just makes me think of the Wendy's girl.

Except you're a better cook.

Bullshitted by Joan of Argghh! on July 28, 2008 07:51 AM

Fiction it was, brother. I never would have thought that you'd call up the army of blogdom to request that I desist.
Truce?

Bullshitted by K-Nine on July 28, 2008 10:50 AM

Hoo boy - zombies and pigtails! Sounds terrifying!

Bullshitted by Richmond on July 28, 2008 02:44 PM

I got a nest of chipmunks under the garage. They are the cutest of all vermin, but the little bastards keep me up nights singing.

Bullshitted by Cappy on July 28, 2008 07:48 PM

Sorry Eric, Didn't mean to Kipple with your insecurities. It seems to be a by-product of falling in with evil companions too many times.

Bullshitted by Rey B on July 28, 2008 09:11 PM