I’ve scanned
Re-written entirely
Altered and edited
And generally freaked out. Finished a story the other day I started not long after the birth of my daughter. My eight year old daughter. I walked around all day and rubbed my hair back from the crown of my head and just repeated, over and over again like a mantra these special words. “oh wow.” Rub rub rub. “Oh Wow.” Rub rub rub. It was kinda freaky from the outside I guess. Must have been judging from the looks and sighs and lowering eyebrows of my lovely wifeykins. But hey man, it was freaky on the inside. It was freaky a lot.
By the way, the story? It’s in the book. Also will be in the store. Maybe other places.
So . Here I am. Writing as my favorite show with the guest host, also the live host as well one might say, and he’s interviewing Jesus Christ. Now, hold on a minute, lets not get all flappy and freaky and wigged out. I’m pretty sure, though I could be wrong (maybe), that it’s a guy, whose real good at the question and answer thing. I’m actually amazed at the job their doing. The Jesus, “character” I guess, is quite on it. I’m thinking prearranged questions. If not, it’s REALLY amazing. But I’m going for guy. He’s talking of Judas as if he ad a choice. Interesting that he stated that the scriptures were all correct according to the bible, but according to the Scripture according to Judas, Judas seemed to get the short end of the stick, and knew it. Was asked as far as I know.
Their getting ready to open the lines for the listeners to call in. the questions should be interesting.
Just got back from the ultimate in “Ghetto Soaks” as I’ve quantified it in the grand scheme of things. I’ve been to some really good hot tubs. Some man made, some not. I’ve sat in granite bowls and felt the water trickle down a causeway of about an inch or so as it simultaneously bubbled up through my toes. It takes a two and a half mile walk up to the site and people many time take their stuff, and then strip down and place it all on a waterproof floatation device. They make a raft of their stuff and they take it across the snow melt river that flows next to these granite pools. And when you’ve gotten the maximum angle from the warmth and all, well you jump in that ball chasing to the middle of your neck water and hang out, for just a minute. What your trying to do is judge the right moment, right before hypothermia sets in and you cramp to your death. When that precise moment is reached you leap from that devil water and sink in bliss and tingly extremities into a warm and beautiful soak. The other tubs, as noted and chronicled in my first writing experiment through my eyes, (also in the book. Hmm…I’m seeing a theme here.) were on a trip through
