It's Your Birthday
There it sits, in front of me, wing torn off, propellor snapped in two, nose cowl cracked. Mr BC had come in the day before and presented the plane to me, on his birthday, as a subterfuge meant to alter the fact of his buying his ownself a toy on his birthday.
Over forty years later and I'm still putting up with the same shit from that guy. Only this time he tried to kill me. I honestly don't know what this bastard who calls himself my friend has against me. The first time he smashed up one of my planes he was, as far as I can tell, after 40 years of rumination on the subject, only trying to break my spirit.
That's how I met him all those years ago, Mr. BC. Minding my own business, twirling on a string my favorite airplane. I was in my front yard happily contained inside my self-made universe. A universe where airplanes without battery or gas power could fly important missions and shoot down enemy combatants for as long a time as I could turn around in circles with my twig-like arm outstretched. He came over from across the street, where he had been bragging to other neighbors about how important his dad was, and proceeded to tell me how important his dad was, take my plane from me and then instantly smash it up against the tree that the men who worked for his dad, had just planted.
But yesterday, pleading lack of understanding about the controls of a remote control plane, that to my understanding would seem simpler than the controls of the real life airplanes he has recently been studying to fly, he acted out a flight plan no less insidious than Trade Center kamikaze pilots, and brought the mini-Cessna straight down from the heavens on a direct course for the soft spot on top of my hard head. It was at this point really just a coffee grinder with wings, and my head a French Roast bean awaiting its powdering. Bernadette was there as witness, laughing as she saw the proof of my previous allegations about being not really much of a dancer, as I contorted and side-stepped with the now larger version of my twig-like arms wrapped in their ludicrous pretension of protective head gear.
It was I am sure a humorous thing to watch, and the diving coffee grinder did after all not land on top of my head, but safely in a wing and propellor exploding crash, six inches from the cowering tower of me. Bernadette had only just met Mr. BC, was perhaps lulled or even sold on Mr. BC's seemingly innocent and child-like demeanor; she could not in such a brief time had any inkling of, or insight into, his inner insidiousness.
He really does seem like a good fella and in fact I not at all begrudgingly admit he is a good fella, but that is a thing which unfortunately does not change the harsh reality of his constant, life long torturing of me--his breaking of my favorite toy, followed by the day his pet mouse disemboweled my pet mouse, and the day he sicced the Jehovah's Witnesses on me, the day he made me drive his Mercedes, fly in a private jet, eat food a la grecque, drink Russian vodka, live on a private hill, and now the giving of and crashing nearly into me, a second plane. It's just too much sometimes.
He was very upset after the crash. He had even had premonitions of things going bad and had said before almost killing me that he felt things were going to go badly. At one point he tried to blame me for the crash which nearly killed me. He said I had thrown the plane too hard, that it was really an act of suicide if you considered it that way.
Bernadette and I tried to cheer him up, it was after all, his birthday. But after a moment his wife came out and called to him asking about missing toothpaste. He tried to direct her from afar but then all of a sudden jumped up and ran to her. Slowing down as he approached he announced with all the disconsolation felt by an eight year old boy on a bad day--I broke my plane. He said nothing about trying to kill his so called best friend.
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Hello Dave
Dave, your Ipod is back in NY. When you get a chance would you make the body font for this page like the old email from NOLA? I have copied the style sheet for you. Here it is
body {background: #ffffff;}
body, table, tr, td {font-family: arial, georgia, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;}
A {color:#000000;}
A:visited {color:#000000;}
A:hover {color:red;}
ul {list-style:none;}
form, input, textarea {font-family: arial, georgia, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;}
span.new {font-size: smaller; color: #ff0000;}
span.new A {color:#ff0000;}
span.new A:visited {color:#ff0000;}
span.preview {color:darkgreen;}
span.footer {font-size: smaller;}
div.controls {font-size: smaller;}
div.center_block {text-align: center;}
Dave, your Ipod is back in NY. When you get a chance would you make the body font for this page like the old email from NOLA? I have copied the style sheet for you. Here it is
body {background: #ffffff;}
body, table, tr, td {font-family: arial, georgia, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;}
A {color:#000000;}
A:visited {color:#000000;}
A:hover {color:red;}
ul {list-style:none;}
form, input, textarea {font-family: arial, georgia, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;}
span.new {font-size: smaller; color: #ff0000;}
span.new A {color:#ff0000;}
span.new A:visited {color:#ff0000;}
span.preview {color:darkgreen;}
span.footer {font-size: smaller;}
div.controls {font-size: smaller;}
div.center_block {text-align: center;}
If I Ever
I'm just curiouis Dave, not that I will ever have one, but if I had an Ipod how would I turn it off?
I'm just curiouis Dave, not that I will ever have one, but if I had an Ipod how would I turn it off?
Pretty Much Almost
Wow, that's kinda trippy. I think that's a keeper. Is that upper left white space annoying? And if it is, just what the hell are you going to do about it? I put the Klipsch sub-woofer on the floor and just the Ipod docking station on the table and with the two side windows open and the center window closed you still get good woofer outside. Man, if I had an Ipod I'd be good to go out here. But nawh, I'll never have an Ipod.
Wow, that's kinda trippy. I think that's a keeper. Is that upper left white space annoying? And if it is, just what the hell are you going to do about it? I put the Klipsch sub-woofer on the floor and just the Ipod docking station on the table and with the two side windows open and the center window closed you still get good woofer outside. Man, if I had an Ipod I'd be good to go out here. But nawh, I'll never have an Ipod.
Still Looking
Just curious Dave, is it possible to run a photo banner across the whole top? I think the pic lost a little something from downsize but like the centering of Mt P, if not curly cues, but thanks for adding stuff for me to look at, what else can you do? I actually liked the blue background to look at but the reading of anything but on white background sort of bugs me after a while. I haven't found your Ipod yet, nor am I using it in the handy Klipsch docking station to listen to a whole new list of music. Good luck finding it. Did you look in that little inside hidden compartment in your bag? Do you think maybe it slipped out in the cab? That would be a total, full-sized bummer. Also the new font I sort of like but similar to the blue it catches my eye maybe too much and distracts me. Original letter font? I wanted to also thank you for intitiating me to the world of linking and speaking of linking and lost Ipods and forgery I just wanted to remind you that kittens aren't the only things thrown from cars, I'm just saying.
Just curious Dave, is it possible to run a photo banner across the whole top? I think the pic lost a little something from downsize but like the centering of Mt P, if not curly cues, but thanks for adding stuff for me to look at, what else can you do? I actually liked the blue background to look at but the reading of anything but on white background sort of bugs me after a while. I haven't found your Ipod yet, nor am I using it in the handy Klipsch docking station to listen to a whole new list of music. Good luck finding it. Did you look in that little inside hidden compartment in your bag? Do you think maybe it slipped out in the cab? That would be a total, full-sized bummer. Also the new font I sort of like but similar to the blue it catches my eye maybe too much and distracts me. Original letter font? I wanted to also thank you for intitiating me to the world of linking and speaking of linking and lost Ipods and forgery I just wanted to remind you that kittens aren't the only things thrown from cars, I'm just saying.
Dave Missed The Train
Ok Dave, I have given it some thought and if you wanna, here's what I'd like so far. Keep the photo and the Mt. P but could you adjust the sizes of both pic and Mt P font a few times and I will comment after each, cheering you on to the end zone of page design. I think I have to have the page white though because as you know my reading glasses are speciallty tinted to enjoy the white screen best. And then anything you feel like doing when you're reallly bored and tweaking the Mt P page seems fun. I like the small amount of links and archive. Maybe it should be open to anybody that wants to post the irrelevant yet poignant details of their lives. And I'm going to keep looking for your Ipod.
Ok Dave, I have given it some thought and if you wanna, here's what I'd like so far. Keep the photo and the Mt. P but could you adjust the sizes of both pic and Mt P font a few times and I will comment after each, cheering you on to the end zone of page design. I think I have to have the page white though because as you know my reading glasses are speciallty tinted to enjoy the white screen best. And then anything you feel like doing when you're reallly bored and tweaking the Mt P page seems fun. I like the small amount of links and archive. Maybe it should be open to anybody that wants to post the irrelevant yet poignant details of their lives. And I'm going to keep looking for your Ipod.
Dave's Ipod
I took Dave to the train station. Dave missed his train. I see Dave's Ipod on the floor. He left it. When he asks me if I've seen it I'm going to say no, Dave, I have not. Am I sure? I'll say I'll look again but I won't.
I took Dave to the train station. Dave missed his train. I see Dave's Ipod on the floor. He left it. When he asks me if I've seen it I'm going to say no, Dave, I have not. Am I sure? I'll say I'll look again but I won't.