Loading ...We have a new holiday, folks. The Wankening, on Dec 2. There’s a long story about how it came to be, involving steff, t-shirts, sex-dreams, tulpas, google, most of north and south america, the bahamas, and cuba. But I don’t have to time to explain it all, what with a deadline bearing down on me like.. something that bears down. Anyway.. holiday. Celebrate.
Oh and the t-shirt sez: “My parents went to the wankening and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”.
And steff suggested we add to the back: “..and a baby brother”.
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For the Wankening, we go to Cuba.
Hmm.
Wankening.
Sounds like fun.
If a little lonely.
…like a pregnant woman? seems fitting.
Are pregnant women fun and lonely?
Can you be lonely if you are a lot of fun?
And do pregnant women wank?
Everyone wanks. Like I always say, either you wank, or you’re a liar.
Good point, Che. Wanker and Liars. It’s the title of my next album.
Or my next book:
Of Wankers and Liars
Perfect. Is it fiction or non-fiction? Or that new genre: Acts like a memoir, but without all that pesky actually-happening stuff? Or however it was that James Fry justified his ‘memoir’.
I really don’t have a problem with blending fiction with non-fiction, or “imaginitive rendering of the true story”. I mean, isn’t that what my great-grandma did when she told me how she walked to school every day, for miles. In the snow.
Even though she lived in south Texas.
As a worshipper of the Trickster, I can’t really take exception to trickery. Trickery is a fantastic teaching method, as any trickster worth his salt will tell you.
But to be a good trickster, one must also be wise, and thats one area where james fry (and so many other would-be tricksters) falls short. That, and good writing. Phew, what a stinker.
Truth is the ear of the hearer. Memory is imperfect and reality can be bland.
But that’s just the leftover turkey talking.
Zzzzzzz