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Videos, really.
Ask yourself, what is more frightening than something asking in?
What about something which can let anything in? Knock, and I will answer. Ask and you will be allowed to enter. Or... so it was suggested. May sound wrong? May be wrong. Or not. Find my door. Find out. With good intentions, or not.
How absolutely bizarre... I pulled a 24 hr day followed by 11 hrs. sleep this morning for just what you alluded to... Story time?
ReplyDeleteYesterday morn./afternoon, near my "normal" bedtime, wife informs me she's taking Balto to the vet (he has a slight problem with his "willy") and that sister Sasha would be freaking out. So it went for maybe an hour or so, her stressing and whining, me trying to comfort her. Then I'm getting ready for bed, and BAM, BAM, BAM! Front door... Damn woman! lost your keys!??? Glance out front, nope, white van parked in Her spot. WTF? Again with the Bams! Tired confused, with 2-"dark" shapes pounding on the door. I ain't running nowhere, so Fight it is!!!
Now what is interesting and troubling is my thought process... I'm barefoot, no time for shoes so I yank on a pair of socks!?!? As I'm struggling with my footwear choice I have another to make, weapon. Most guns in safe, so useless, I have more "blades" in reach than even I would be comfortable admitting. Ready revolvers, my swords...(what?,yes, I have swords... Viking) and shotguns are upstairs, I consider the .357 in my desk (Since I'm unsure what is going down, I'm not ready to escalate) Sasha is cowering under momma's desk upstairs.
I grab my battle axe (what?, yes, I have battle axes... Viking) Then I march to the front door, in my socks,
axe at low ready... (first one through the door gets it in the crotch) Steam plant, stage and choir voice... "WHAT THE PHUQUE DO YOU WANT!!!???
cliffhanger lemme publish this and type up part two.
Nobody in this day and age even remotely considers even the slight possibility of getting slammed in the crotch with an axe... Check... #2 dude gets the reverse followup swing to head, face, collarbone?... whatever gets in the way. Moving and screaming things will be dealt with on a case by case basis... depending on my level of "fear" Checkmate...
ReplyDeleteI need bail money... and a new wet-vac. And maybe a good Lawyer.
OK I embellished...
Silence... "Microwave...We're here to fix the microwave"...
ReplyDeleteWe've had a home warranty on this house, don't know what we pay, but we've gotten a Microwave, garbage disposal, AC coil upstairs, 60 gal house water heater, and two under sink insta-hot water heaters, Misc. plumbing and appliance repairs over the years, worth it, I don't know, nice not to have to deal with some life annoyances.
The door handle for our microwave broke (I'd have replaced the whole unit), she had them called for awhile. Sooo, "they" never called her, just showed up. I "had to invite them in" as you said. Also strange, the axe didn't phaze them... I put it away, as it wasn't needed.
Nice Guys. Dude wearing all the "Rastafarian" regalia was a bit over the top, but polite and professional. Wife was pissed they hadn't called.
As a side note, Is one invite enough or do they have to ask each time?
So after that I was amped couldn't sleep, but that has been my MO. on days off, long awake and long sleep, off schedule.
Writing that was fun.
Cathartic. Yes, that's what I would call it.
ReplyDeleteWriting about becoming sprung like a trap. I think we wait for the opportunities to... spring like that, so then we can relax better, in time. Men need stress... and pain... and else. Women do too, just in different ways. They don't... like to consider violence. We need it. They need drama . We... don't. Our epics would be of battle, rage, even a bloody death ain't bad. Those with a warrior bent would far prefer to die a bloody, hard fought, beautiful death than just to... limp off into the bush to die alone like a dog? Well, that's what I say.
Yes. Wonderful story. You... sound as... ready as I am. I might be odd, but... I'm always ready either way. Hungry for it, almost. Battle axe? Oh, probably more a hand axe? I have one of those, near the boar spear, along with the... well... you know. Though, these days, I generally go with firearms. Still? Hats off to your old school approach. You know? No reason I couldn't have the pistol in the holster, and the axe, bastard sword, katana, or rapier in hand.
Nice story. I... like it when a fellow gets his ire up. Red blooded, American. Good, good.
I was going to post my "inventory " of Death dealing instruments within arm's reach... The list is long... However...
ReplyDeleteI... am the death dealing instrument, anything I touch is merely a tool. I have no doubt I could Kill someone with one of my books. You know,... not a brag, just the truth.
They don't understand...
That is absolutely understood. The primary weapon is the brain. Don't even need a technical weapon. My flesh is the secondary weapon, anything else is merely an extension of the body and before that mind.
ReplyDeleteThere are... questions. I will leave them unasked. You know, or you... don't. Things happened, or they didn't.
You may ask whatever you want...I will answer truthfully... or, not at all. But I will always tell the truth.
ReplyDeleteWhich... is why I won't ask. Or say, myself. The world is what it is, the past should... sometimes... stay there. At least where digital evidence could be garnered. :) Even if you were one of the good guys, or technically? Leave sleeping skeletons lie.
ReplyDeleteNo one is the bad guy in their own story, but some of us are "smart enough" to recognize our own flaws... Still, I believe I'm one of the good guys...
ReplyDeleteThe problem with being a good guy? It's a local, regional, national, at best (?) thing. It is never international. A good Chinese is not a good American. A great Brazilian, isn't a good guy in Bulgaria, or the EU generally... unless he is a traitor, or close enough.
ReplyDeletePart of my idea. Besides, a good guy when Bribem was resident isn't a good guy with president Trump in office. Though... even then, not sure either would consider me a good guy. Not... absolutely sure about one, though definitely not with the former.
Wow, we're still up!?,
ReplyDeleteBeing "good" has nothing to do with regions. I don't care where you're from, good people will be good and BAD people will be bad.
gotta sleep soon...
Sleep schedule so far off... still awake.
ReplyDeleteWell? Yes, and no. There is absolute, but absolute isn't possible. Even if a man were capable, which he isn't, politics, military conflicts, social and ethical disparate understandings, and else would preclude it. So, it really does come down to more local, regional, and national levels. A Spaniard is no Englishmen, nor would he want to be... for both good and ill? :)
ReplyDeleteI understand what you mean. Though shall not kill, etc. Which... actually means murder, for the state and church(tm) have the capacity, allowance, authority, to call for death... through war, crimes, and even heresy. And the rest. Save... some places don't believe that. About those cannibals? Then again, Catholics have been accused of that since Roman times. If... just this mild meandering through the my mind, times, and states of men, isn't enough to convince you that "good" isn't universal? I'm... not sure what to tell you.
I always told my kids, there are no monsters under your bed or in your closet... the monsters live out our front door.
ReplyDeleteThere is no excuse for not being "good", context does not matter. Evil must not be accepted. Or tolerated. "Good" doesn't mean weak or inactive...
I've been up way too long... Goodnight/ morning.
Woke up 6 hrs ago sitting here in my chair, drooling out both sides of my mouth (guess I'm a level headed Norwegian). Two tabs to your comments section open... think I wanted to "talk".
ReplyDeleteCrawled off to bed for a bit, awake again, have to squeeze in a nap before work tonight.
Be well, or not, no pressure either way. As one of my "reactions" babes says... "Have the day you deserve"!
I figured. How about this? No matter what else, follow the truest of your conscience paths. When, as, you can. Deal with the rest as wisdom and providence allows. If you think that makes you a good guy, okay. I have no such illusion, even if it is how I attempt to live. A Christian way to put it might be... if we could be good guys, why Christ? But... There. I'm done.
ReplyDeleteAs to the day I deserve? Absolutely. Don't mistake having a good day for just deserts. Conflate it with a God who loves you, anyway. *rictus grins* Or, if like me, where most days are a brutal struggle? That... is probably just deserts. There is some hope paying it forward, here, will make there even possible, or... easier? Depends on the rest... how I manage sin and else, handle and accept graces, among other things.
I'm not worried. Not about pain, life, death. I do worry to tend God, as well as a cripple may. Other than that, though, I'm good. Monster or other or not. Can God change a corrupted Pinocchio into a real little boy? He... seems to suggest so. So be it.
Drooling, at your duty station? Glad I'm not the only one. Though never from both sides, I've got a bigger chip on one shoulder than the other. *grins* Had to come back, to comment on that one.
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