2006 July | Mental Kudzu :: My life on the River of Strange

A Night of Horror

“On tiptoe now until we reach the entrance…”

Written on July 31, 2006 | Posted in Southern Life Words | Leave a comment

�I�m as full of shit as a cholera submarine,� Margaret replies, much to Spencer�s surprise. �Don�t look so aghast, you know I took Percocet yesterday and now I�m constipated. My sciatica is acting up� Dr. Smoteworth told me, just last week, not to try to bear the pain on my own. I�ve taken him up on his advice and invited Sweet William to visit. He�s arriving on the ten o�clock train from Everett�s Crossroads. Cook�� she looks over at the woman ladling sugar into her mug of coffee, �would you see to it that Smarls picks Sweet William up at the station? I don�t want him taking the bus.�

Written on July 24, 2006 | Posted in Southern Life Words | Leave a comment

Not the Yukon, New York City will do.

She threw open the sash and hollered to Spencer who was in the garden with the clinch bugs. �Spencer, dear! It�s time for a real journey. Not a melancholy one like our last when we had to tend to Anastasia Terdman�s funeral. Shall I dispatch a missive to Farmlife Travel and book a destination, say New York City? We can leave on Thursday after we fumigate the attic. I long to see the theater. And you said you wished to photograph the boring beetles of Central Park.�

Written on July 18, 2006 | Posted in Southern Life Words | Leave a comment

Civil servants live to serve. Patronage be damned.

“You always know what’s best for the family, don’t you dear? Fine news, fine news. She’ll be able to get a new prosthesis, won’t she? She’s been wearing Captain Lavon’s leg for almost a year. It was carved… hmmmmm… at least 125 years ago, back when whaling was all the rage. But tell me, I’ve forgotten, what is patronage?”

Written on July 15, 2006 | Posted in Southern Life Words | Leave a comment

Nokia 770 Tutorial

the Nokia 770 is so easy to use, I can show Rob how to navigate the internets in just a few minutes…

Written on July 8, 2006 | Posted in Southern Life Words | Leave a comment

Stephen Lee and Footnote TV

Margaret’s tiny fairy-like fingers move so quickly across the laptop keyboard that the rapid staccato begins to mimic the sound of the rain falling outside the butler’s pantry window. It’s Stephen Lee she’s emailing today. He seems so knowledgeable, she thinks, he spreads so much insight and adds to the intestinal fortitude of the internets [...]