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The Survey, by Dart Humeston

29/11/2024

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Gerry almost spit out his hot coffee when he saw the email from Cindy. She ended their six-month relationship a week ago.

“Why is she emailing me?” He said out loud.

“What the hell,” he said, opening the email.

Dear Gerry,

Cindy ended your relationship. Breaking up is hard for everyone and Cindy maintains high compassion standards. She would appreciate knowing how she handled this difficult event.

Click for survey:

A freaking survey? His email box was filled with survey requests from stores, businesses, restaurants, even his dentist's office. But Cindy?

Shaking his head, he clicked the button and was transferred to the web-based survey.

How considerate of your feelings was Cindy during the breakup event? Rate on a scale of one to seven, with one Cindy being a kind, considerate human being and seven Cindy being an evil bitch from hell’s lower basement.

Gerry thought about that and clicked the number seven. In fact, he clicked it a few times even though the additional clicks did nothing other than make him feel better.

How would you rate the location where the breakup took place, with one being comfortable and discreet, and seven being embarrassingly mortifying”

Gerry clicked the seven key again. She broke up with him at his favorite pizzeria. He teared up and dropped his extra sauce pizza face down on his lap, then knocked over his beer, trying to catch it. The bottle bounced across the floor, spinning in circles and creating a racket. Everyone in the restaurant stared at him. He can never return there.

How well did she explain her reasoning for the breakup? The scale is one to seven, with one being clear and concise, and seven her using perplexingly large words and odd facial expressions.

She said I was a Neanderthal dick, Gerry remembered, and paused his finger an inch from the seven key. He stayed frozen for several seconds, finally exhaled with a long breath. He grudgingly moved his finger to the three key.

Did Cindy conclude the breakup event with finality?

She told him if he ever came near her, she would kick him in the nuts so hard he would start farting out his left ear. He wasn’t entirely sure how that would work. Sadly, slowly, he clicked the one key.

Was there anything Cindy could have done to be more humane in handling the situation? Please explain:

Gerry gulped the last of his coffee. He thought about his response for several agonizing minutes. He wanted to create a scathing response that would guarantee a negative review. Maybe a warning for the next dumb dick that falls for her pointy breasts and long legs.

He frowned.

“Ah shit”, he said out loud.

He wrote, “Cindy was way out of my league. Why she ever started dating a Neanderthal dick like me, I’ll never know. I’ll miss the crazy bitch.”

He hit the submit key.
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The Pirates, by Eric Delong

29/11/2024

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Captain Sanders said to his first mate Jones, and second mate Clancy. “Arrrr! me mateys. Is our craft prepared for a cruise?”

First mate Jones answered “Aye, Aye, Captain. Provisioned and repairs made to the running gear. We’re set to go.”

The men donned their travel clothes, canvas trousers, open topped shirts, and light shoes to allow easy movement. And the neckerchief that could be worn around the neck, over the head or cover the bottom of the face as a mask. Finally, they buckled on the heavy belts festooned with blades.

The captain took the helm and said “Arrrr, me scurvy crew: Cast off! We cruise the Gold Coast for treasure from the Amazon!”

The first mate spoke up: "Captain, we’ve faired poorly of late on the Gold Coast. The merchants are wary, and many are armed. And they do not display their cargo as of yore.”

“Shiver me timbers, mate Jones. You speak sooth. We’ll try the Main, they haven’t been plundered for a while.”

“Shall we raise the Jolly Roger?”

“Nay, Jones. We don’t want the patrollers to ken who we are. But, let’s have a sea shanty,” and he sang: “Yo Ho, A Pirates’ Life, A Pirates’ Life’’

The others joined in, singing off key with gusto “Yo Ho, A Pirates’ Life, A Pirate’s Life, A Pirates’ Life for Me!”

Pirate Captain Sanders turned the helm, and the blocky van with darkened windows turned right at the intersection of Golden and Main. About a mile past the intersection, in the residential part of town, they spotted a house with brown parcels piled up in front of the door.

The van stopped. Sanders said “Quick! Quick!” and his two partners dashed out grabbed the parcels and ran back to the van tossing brown cardboard boxes willy nilly in the back. The pair jumped in, and Sanders shoved down on the gas, the van speed away.

Sanders said to the men in the back seat: “I hope we got some ‘Treasure from Amazon’ this time. Most of what we get ain’t worth the trouble.”

“Aye Aye, Captain” the two men in the back chorused.

“Aye Aye, me bonny crew. Hard times for us ‘Porch Pirates’ indeed.”

Back in Sanders' basement apartment, the trio were unpacking their loot. “What you got, Clancy,” Jones asked.

Clancy held up a piece of multicolored knitwear and said in disgust “A Christmas sweater. An ugly one, at that. What about you?”

“Some book called ‘Eat Pray Love’ and a bottle of bath oil. Wish more people would order booze, jewelry and stuff like that.”

“Pathetic,” Sanders said. “Let’s face it, we may call ourselves pirates, that’s soo cool. But we’re just ordinary thieves.”

“Yah, I guess you're right,” Clancy and Jones echoed.
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Professional Ethics, by John O’Keefe

29/11/2024

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The ethics consultant came highly recommended. (I recommended him; he is my uncle on my mother’s side.) However when management took a cursory glance at his presentation, they decided not to reject the other applicants just yet. It was a tactful way of saying no.

When I told him the bad news, my uncle was dumbfounded. Aggressive guy, he got straight into my face. “I am lost at sea, Sean. I don’t mean to muck about it but frankly I thought I was a shoo-in. You know, you could’ve gone into bat for me. I am family.”

Stubborn to no end, I knew he would not give up easy. Still, since the bosses hold all the cards, his best bet is to try to meet them halfway. “Maybe you should change the title, Uncle Pat. The current one, ‘Your Fair Share is 100%,’ has a hint of selfishness, although probably unintended. Remember, it’s an ethics seminar.”

“Okay, kid, I can do that. I’m gonna change the title.”

“And your name, too. The honchos here have long memories.”

“Are you jacking with me, Sean? Any other useful suggestion?”

“How about plastic surgery?”

“Excuse me?!”

“And change your gender. Everyone does it these days.”

“You’re shitting me!

“No, I am serious. The surgical procedure is perfectly safe, both ways. The other day I picked up a booklet at the airport.”

“Get out of here, you pervert, and take your deviant pamphlet with you! I ain’t gonna get my dick cut off to earn lousy two thousand bucks entertaining a bunch of mugs. Enough of brainstorming. Okay, Sean, I’m willing to modify one or two things, but that’s it. Then I’m gonna pull a comeback I am famous for, just you watch.”

“Sounds good, Uncle Pat. And while you’re at it you should also consider working on the content of the presentation. A corporate audience, all of them virtue-signaling people, they expect a more polished approach to ethics these days. If you play it nice, they’ll lap it up. So give them the warm and fuzzy. Convince them that by listening to your lecture they’ll become better persons than those who never bother dragging their lazy asses to any seminar no matter how edifying it promises to be.”

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Neighborly, by John O’Keefe

15/11/2024

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Saturday, late morning.

Overslept as usual, they quickly agree that instead of breakfast they’re going to slap together a brunch; it doesn’t matter what as long as there’s bacon in it.

Sitting on the porch sipping coffee they are greeted by Frank their neighbor. “Hey eggheads, looks like you just crawled out of bed. It’s almost noon. Listen to this, I climbed two miles up the hill at dawn, fished the glacier lake for a couple hours, dragged my ass back down, bought lumber in Home Depot, cut the lawn, and now I’m gonna help the wife makin’ lunch.”

They smile and nod, hoping Frank’s going to leave or at least shut up. Instead, he continues, “That’s why my kind gonna beat your kind in the war.” They look at each other. What’s he talking about, what kind is he, what kind are we? What kinds are out there anyway? And the war he’s babbling about! Civil war, race war, WWIII? Best bet, Frank has lost his marbles because any alternative seems quite dreadful.

They won’t bring it up the rest of the day but it’s going to stay with them. Somehow it feels an overwhelming and turbulent force might be zooming down the pike, and possibly soon.

Better sleep with one eye open.
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Imagination, by Deborah Shrimplin

8/11/2024

 
Chris sat at her computer determined to write a story about her favorite subject: fairies. But, there were so many plots and characters swimming around in her head that she didn't know where to start. How to start?

"Once upon a time........"
"Deep in the fairy forest...."
"A long time ago..."

She needed to describe a main character. She writes....

"Dierdre had long blond hair, blue eyes, and a cute button nose."
"Maeve had long brown hair, green eyes and pointed chin."
"Laura had short cropped black hair, tiny wings and a temper."

Chris kind of liked the black hair. That was an unusual look for a fairy. Now, for a plot, she has to create a fairy problem. How about....

"Dierdre was nervous about meeting the fairy queen and receiving her magic powers."
"Maeve screams at her sister when she breaks Maeve's magic wand."
"Laura can't get her wings to flip and flap."

Chris is really stuck at this point. She has to think of a solution for each problem. She gets up, goes to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine. She returns to her computer, places her fingers on the keyboard.

"Diedre paces the room, drinks three glasses of mead and bucks up."
"Maeve throws fairy dust at her sister who turns purple and screams."
"Laura texts the fairy repair services, swoons over the good looking dude and faints in his arms."

Chris is really pulling her hair out now. She rereads all three outlines. She plods on, adds detail, dialogue and mood to each one. She edits again and agaiin. She rereads for the fifth time and rolls her eyes.

She decides she'll never be a writer and presses the delete button.

Epilogue

Diedre becomes the next Fairy Queen.
Maeve's mother grounds the sisters for a month.
Laura and the fairy repair dude fly off to the Magic Kingdom and live happily ever after.

Camelot It Was Not, by Bud Pharo

8/11/2024

 
Rob was about to begin looking into monastic life when he received a message from one of his dating apps informing him of a new speed dating service tailored to assist socially awkward individuals with unique interests. The service hosted in-person events where the attendees could dress up as someone or something other than themselves, thus engendering confidence and inspiring conversation among like-minded individuals.

The website listed several ground rules for participation, including no costumes that are potentially offensive (e.g., Caligula, Satan, or current politicians) and absolutely no weapons, including, but not limited to swords, knives, axes, maces, flails, guns, phasers, lances, spears, blasters, and bows (long and cross); and the most recent addition—catapult-like devices.

Rob thought the catapult entry had to be a joke until he found the backstory online; it read: Apparently, King Arthur had been very pissed when he couldn’t bring his beloved Excalibur to the speed dating event. Being a king, Arthur disliked the word “no,” unless, of course, it was Guinevere’s answer when he asked if she was still having sex with Sir Lancelot on the DL. Anyway, suffice it to say most of the time Arthur did not like being told no. Hence, he vowed to exact revenge for the egregious slight against Excalibur, which he referred to as his phallic doppelganger.

Arthur attempted to lay siege to the speed dating venue with a trebuchet (go ahead, look it up—we'll wait), which is a catapult-like machine used extensively as a siege engine during the Middle Ages. Fortunately, members of the local constabulary arrived just as he and several vassals attempted to use a block and tackle to lever the device up the hotel steps. The vassals—cowards one and all—dropped the ropes and ran off, leaving their king to face the invading constabulary horde alone.

As they ran off, Arthur could be heard yelling, "It could have been much worse! There could have been a moat with burning oil!"

Sir Gawain turned and yelled back, "Sorry, Art, I can't stay; I'm on probation."

"Then Sir G, thou can consider your roundtable privileges revoketh!"

Shortly thereafter, the constables arrived and slapped King Arthur in irons and dragged him off to the dungeon, where a short time later his attorney, dressed as—what else—a court jester, posted his bail, and he was released.

The trebuchet was returned unharmed from whence it came: a local Renaissance Faire, which had been using it for their pumpkin toss fundraiser.

***
After reading about the King Arthur debacle, Rob decided to return his Robin Hood costume to the Halloween store. On the way home, he decided to stop at Burger King, where he donned a cardboard crown and downloaded the latest OkNerd dating app.

Fall, by Don Tassone

8/11/2024

 
​“What are you reading?”

“A new book on the fall of the Roman Empire.”

“Sounds heavy.”

“Oh, it is.”

“What are you learning?”

“The reasons Rome fell were more internal than external.”

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, there was a gradual loss of civic virtue among the citizens of Rome.”

“Civic virtue?”

“You know, the qualities that are important for the success of a society.”

“Like?”

“Like caring more about the common welfare than individual interests.”

“I see. You’re talking about values.”

“That’s right. Romans lost sight of the values Rome was founded on.”

“Sounds familiar.”

“Yeah.”

“What else?”

“Rome entered a dark age, filled with superstition.”

“Superstition?”

“Believing in things that aren’t real.”

“You mean like we believe in things on the Internet?”

“Well, I guess.“

“What else?”

“Romans thought of themselves as superior.”

“A breed apart?”

“Yeah, and they began to feel entitled.”

“Entitled?”

“They had great wealth, but they forgot what it took to achieve it, all the hard work and sacrifice. They took things for granted.”

“That sounds familiar too. What about their economy?”

“Eventually, it collapsed.”

“Why?”


“Lots of reasons. High taxes, out-of-control government spending, a huge gap between the rich and poor. Some of the wealthiest people in Rome even fled to the countryside to avoid the taxman.”

“You mean like billionaires and their tax shelters today?”

“I guess so. Oh, and the empire also faced a severe labor shortage.”

“Why?”

“Remember that entitlement thing?”

“Oh, yeah. Anything else?”

“There was also rampant government corruption and great political instability.”

“How did that happen?”

“Remember that values thing?”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Do you think the Romans had any idea they were in for a fall?”

“Maybe, but if they did, it was too late. They were once the greatest empire the world had ever known. But by the end, they’d come undone.”

“Poor bastards.”

“Yeah.”

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