Words and Numbers 85/ Good book, odd bits and the story
Posted on July 9, 2012
Today is computer virus day so far so good.
Finished Ride A Cockhorse by Raymond Kennedy. It was worth the read. Towards the end it went down in big chunks taking breaks and rushing back. Find this book and read it. It’s funny and there’s a lesson if you’re not careful.
It’s the All-Star break and I’m going through the shakes. The ersatz game will have to do until we get back down to business. Let’s face it, the game’s on during prime time, loaded with commercials the only thing it decides is who has home field advantage in the Series. Simplify that, the team with the best record has home teal advantage. If they’re tied flip a coin.
Oh great, a special on Sex On Television on Biography Channel tomorrow. If there’s no gratuitous nudity, I’m not watching.
Got my Shadow radio CDs in the mail today. I love listening to the shows. The connections are tentative, the hero strong, the villians evil and it kept people enraptured for a half hour. TV can’t do that. Sid Ceasar said the lack of people watching a whole TV show is due to the remote control. I’m guilty as charged. I surf with the best of them. My attention span is about five minutes, less if a politician is involved. I was born with ADD what’s your excuse? I’m back. Had to check what was on. Blogging is tough without background noise. Settled on Comedy Central, stand-up is good for the soul.
Ronald Fox thought his plan through. He’d dose Reardon with a couple pills and see what happened. Maybe he’d let the women on television talk to him. That night when everyone slept he went into the men’s room and crushed two of his pills. He kept the powder in a scrap of paper folded tight.
After group the next day Reardon chatted up Ronald Fox. Ronald offered to grab two coffees. Reardon thought this was a good idea. It reinforced his dominant postion over Fox. Ronald added sugar and cream to both cups, he looked around and dumped the crushed pills into Reardon’s cup. He stirred to dissolve them and walked back to the couch. Reardon took the cup. He sipped. No reaction. Ronald Fox waited for the pills to kick in. It took about a half hour. Reardon’s head lolled. He had a hard time keeping his tongue in his mouth. He knew something was wrong, but not being a patient and dosed with the meds he didn’t know what to do. Ronald talked to him as if nothing was happening. Reardon shrunk iside himself, the paranoia was setting in. He began realizing he was getting dangerously high. Fox had done this to him. He’d have to report this. If he made it through the first wave. He tried to focus on what Fox was saying. His attention zoomed in. He watched Fox’s lips. Soon everything began to synch. Fox was talking about how sorry he was for doing this to Reardon, but they both had to find out. Fox had to see what happened to an unsuspecting victim. Reardon had to find out whatit was like to be in a haze trying to function in the world. Fox assured Reardon that he’d stay with him until the drugs wore off. They sat, Ronald Fox did most of the talking. He told Reardon he’d only saved two pills and wouldn’t do it again. And Reardon believed him.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, IS THE STORY WORTH CONTINUING? TALK TO ME, FEED MY NEED FOR ATTENTION, SEND ME BITS ON LOCAL POLITICAL LOONS, SUPPORT YOR LOCAL FOOD BANK, SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR LOCAL POLITICIANS, ADOPT A SHELTER ANIMAL, PASS IT ON, I NEED PEOPLE TO LIKE ME.
See you on Wednesday, bring a friend.