Sep 21 2008
HE SCORES!!!
I must bow, ladies and gentlemen. Yes. I have received my first ‘personal’ praise on my blog just today. It was a momentous occasion. It happened while working at Meijer today (I’m a part-time cashier, and Meijer is a supermarket, for those of you not from the Midwest). Not that I haven’t received praise online for the present amount of keyboard pounding–I have read a good amount of praise. But when I get it from someone personally, the feeling is existential. Very much like when someone close to me reads my manuscript. As all of you may know by now from this post, others reading my work quickens my aura and my strength as much as Duncan MacLeod, the highlander, cutting off his enemy’s head (for those who don’t get the analogy, do a freakin’ search, man! Who in this planet hasn‘t heard of “The Highlander”??). It is a phantasmal rush of strength. I can bend iron bars now as if they were plastic straws.
Anyway, the praise came from my good friend Orion Brower of Grand Rapids, Michigan. That’s right, big man, I’m referencing you on my blog. Deal with it. Orion (yes, what a name, I know–he’s, like, totally cool) is a man of the ages, a man born centuries ago and born generations later. He is a man who exists in the now, lives for tomorrow, and is remembered in the past. The expression of his personality is that of the most beautiful enigma (not the Enigma my good ol’ alter ego Chuck Stake would rave about from the short story “Sanctuary”, though: see this post), an enigma that can be easily understood but hardly interpreted. For the incomprehensible, yet infectious, proud warrior of the spirit Orion Brower can hardly be interpreted correctly. You must peel away his layers to fully understand him.
The best way I could describe Orion is a cross between “The Fast and the Furious” and “Star Wars”. He’s like a funky, buff Jedi Knight with a hard edge and a need for speed of the soul and heart and also a strut that wipes a young John Travolta off the face of the earth, making the little girlie man run away while peeing in his pants. Yeah, Orion is that cool of a man. No disco for him, man. He’s cooler than disco.
You wouldn’t know it, though, but Orion is actually more charming than a teddy bear. Aaaaaaawwwww!
Anyway, this is my salute to Mr. Orion Brower for being the first person to praise my blog. Thanks and may many, many women fawn over you but then get scared away by the raging warrior of a lady, the super-amazon of the ages, Aldijana Sevic. *Pierre starts screaming like a banshee and swings the ropes of the jungle*
P.S. As a little added bonus of entertainment, I have added this video to demonstrate what would happen to us writers if all paper and writing utensils and known word processors and typewriters vanished from the face of the earth. Enjoy.









