Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Bastard's Blogging

Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank New Orleans and the gleaming cities were attacked, and the years of the rise of the sons of Bush, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Dunwoodie, Crestwood, Inwood, the Hudson Valley with its dark-haired women and byways of horseman-haunted mystery, Connecticut with its chivalry, Queens that bordered on the pastoral lands of Nassau County, Woodlawn with its shadow-guarded tombs, Central Park whose riders wore spandex and lycra and helmets. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Yonkers, reigning supreme in the dreaming Westchester County. Hither came _____, the bastard, no-haired, sullen-eyed, beer in hand, a nerd, a reader, a smartass, with gigantic sarcasms and gigantic mirth, to tread the littered sidewalks of the Earth under his ungainly feet.

Since all the cool kids are blogging, I figured I'd hop belatedly on the bandwagon. To tell the truth, it is pitch black quiet and I am likely to be eaten by a grue coming to the tail end of a twelve-day continuous slog at work. Ennui has set in, so I write to stave off melancholy.

Whoa, that really sounds... emo.


zombie rotten mcdonald said...


blogging attracts zombies.

Hamish Mack said...

And Kiwis. Peck peck peckie

Smut Clyde said...

Only one woodcut?

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