|Her favorite gift of all was a pair of rabid lovebirds from her father.|
Well... this is it.
Really. This is the last 'official' post in the series. There were only ever meant to be five.
Five is a peculiar number. Five is found in nature, on a five dollar bill, is the number of digits on most people's hands... fives are all over the place.
Now, anyone who has been paying close attention, like real close attention, might start to notice a few things. Like how the number five doesn't mean much of anything other than a target to aim for and miss by about two hundred thirty-six.
t = 5
t + e > 5
e = 236
Yes, that's right. This is the two hundred forty-first published post. At least it should be if the sidebar on Blogger isn't bending the truth just a little.
Which brings up a problem.
There are still a number of posts that need to be published. Those remaining posts are part of what makes up this 'experiment' or 'exorcise' or 'whatever'. Dr. Mercy's got two more, one for the gender benders, a stack for the French island stuff...
All of the ideas came at more or less one time...flash-pop. It all fits together, really, it does.
Which may take some time. Going back, combing through, interlinking, sanding off the rough edges.
But it's pretty much done.
So, like, uh, here it is...
Yes, it's about marriage, giving a fuck, and realizing how funny everything looks, especially while trying not to go insane (or admit that you are). But life is like that. What was once somehow a cool VHS movie, that had been a lot like a documentary, that was a lot like a book... what was once an interesting movie to watch by a kid on a long-ago rainy day stands and delivers more than he ever thought to bargain for. Like a venereal disease, a gift that keeps on giving.
and try not to laugh.
To think... it all started here: