Another Chapter Down

On a note of some interest, I have completed Chapter 6 of my book and am plowing rapidly into Chapter 7. Chapter 6 is entitled "Why We Regurgitate" and the following excerpt comes from the first sub-section of that chapter which is sub-titled "One Leg at a Time."

"Bradley woke up on the floor of the dining area, the brotherly hugs and the sentiment behind them lost in Bradley’s heart as what had been a great Texas drunk melted into a kicker of a Texas hangover. Broken glass jangled as he stirred his leg. His elbow was on a lime peel and his lips were smeared with salt and tequila residue. A damp paper towel, clumped and pulpy, acted as his pillow. One of his shoes was half off, the other resting under his hand, and a vague memory of trying to take his shoes off lingered.
"Another vague memory of eating a tequila worm off the floor from amid the shards of a broken bottle also butted its way into Bradley’s head. When Bradley sat up among the fresh wreck of Garrison’s living area, the first thing his eyes registered was that there were ripped photographs of naked women everywhere. It had been during the second bottle when Garrison rambled about some bizarre fantasy of being mayor that culminated in the declaration that his need for pornography had come to an end.

"It was during a flurry of ripping and tearing, of shredding and crumpling, of thrusting magazine pages back and forth that a stray elbow had knocked the tequila bottle to the floor. Garrison and Bradley both wept at the sight, hugging and apologizing like they were at the funeral of each other’s fathers. From God came man, and from tequila came the Texan."

Chapter 7 is tentatively titled, "The Trash Arrives at the Dump" and will be full of dead fish, birds, and cats. I believe my sentiment at completing Chapter 6 and arriving at page 160 of coninuous completed text is appropriately stated in the following phrase:

"Yeehaw."

The Origins of Things

As an interesting an addendum to the story I posted on Boatload of Fools entitled "How Chaz became a Stupid Dumb*ss Mother****er," I may have come across the first literary use of the term Mother****er in a derogatory sense.

Although the concept of being a mother****er draws all the way back to the Oedipus myth and before, Oedipus is not generally treated as a mother****er in the modern sense of the term. However, during the sixth century BCE, the Greek lyric poet Hipponax writes, "the mother-****er Bupalus with Arete" in fragment number 12.

Though the usage of the speficic phrase "mother****er" can be attributed to the translator M.L. West, it is nonetheless present in the original Greek that Hipponax insults Bupalus by claiming that he engages in incestual intercourse with his mother.

If this usage is not the first extant occurance of this insult in literature, it is still likely to be the first extant usage in verse.

History can be fun people. Get on the bandwagon and shout "Hi ho."

Interesting people and places

The news just keeps coming; I've got to be careful, otherwise this blog is going to turn into something I didn't intend it to. But, Chris got to meet President Bush yesterday and again he was seen on the news on a story about Bush's visit. Also, I just purchased Nine Inch Nails tickets for their Nashville show on Halloween. Yeehaw. Oh yeah, also, new updates on Eat Culture Baby.

Delving Deep

After the authenticated Knoxville, TN sighting of Weinerus Mobilus, I decided that such a promising portent marked the time to step up my investigation into the retrieval portal. On the bottom right, you see a picture of the bagel probe I sent to the depths of the conveyer belt toaster while I watched tongs in hand in hopes of perhaps uncovering another piece of the retrieval portal mystery in the heart of heat and flame and burnt bread crumbs. I hypothesized that if I could unlock the connection between that toaster, bagels, cream cheese and goodness that perhaps I could begin t0 establish a larger goodness theorum that could encompass not only the bagels and the chai I extracted from the retrieval portal, but perhaps the greater mysteries of love, happiness, and things with fruits baked into them. The brave bagels returned through the other end of the toaster bearing battle scars and enough heat to soften cold cream cheese into creamy goodness, but ultimately I was unable to debrief them to the fullest possible extent because of frequent customer interruptions. The mystery continues and the hypothesis remains unproved.

Supercat

The cat is alive after ten days of isolation in the chaos of New Orleans, suffering only from a rather unpleaseant smell eminating from its fur. Although the cat declined to offer comment to reporters, rumor has it that Taz will soon be the author of an autobiographical novel about his ordeal within the apartment to be followed by the national release of a Worst Case Scenario Survival Guide for Cats. That is all. Return to your lives. I said RETURN!!!

Quick news

And now for one of my rare news posts, literally in this case: My brother was on NBC national news at prime time last night for the work he's been doing down in New Orleans. NBC aired just a clip of the interview, but I think MSNBC aired a longer segment. The camera crew spent most of the day with him covering some of the rescue work, and the interview mainly spanned Chris's predictions of the short and long term health impacts of the conditions in the city. Also, once he finished the priliminary evacuation work in NO, he was sent to Slidell to help set up and run a MASH unit to treat the injured there, and now he's back in the difficulties of the Big Easy again. On another bright note, Chris' house actually avoided the flooding, apparently being in the twenty percent of the city that didn't submerge. Sadly, there is no news of the cat as of yet because Chris has still been unable to enter his home.

Nature Photography

I promised wonders when I spoke of the retreival portal, and behold, for here is one. On the right, as you can see is a rare sighting of the majestic Weinerus Mobilus in it's natural habitat. Notice the how the bright orange and red plummage leaps out against its gray urban habitat. Experts in the Oscar Meyer branch of zoology have speculated that the poor camoflage of weinerus mobilus is largely responsible for its rarity as a species, compounded by the rampant poaching of its offspring in grocery store meat aisles. The days might still return where one only need look out their window and spot the beauty and the symbolic symoblism or the weinerus mobilus in every street and driveway, were its pups are no longer boiled as hot dogs by the dozen at barbeques and picnics, and where once and for all it is determined from which species(es) of animal its lushious meat has evolved from.