It would be nice to think that Burl, in all his boorish glory, was only saying what everyone else was thinking. For many there, it may be true. (Else why do they feel they have to lock the audience in?) But, being that it’s Crustwood, the majority likely either are genuinely interested in this guy’s drivel, or they haven’t a clue as to what he’s going on about but want to pretend they do and are giving it close consideration. .All in all, I wonder if Burl happens to be sitting at the table with the guys who invited this literary giant to speak, and they are worried that Burl might set off a chain-reaction. Or perhaps they are junior members, detailed to keep Burl on a short chain, and miserably failing. Or, as likely, they merely arrived late and had no seating choices left. .It would be sort of fun if another voice pipes up with, “Who are you?” and another with, “Why are you here?” and a third with, “Shut up and unlock the doors – I gotta pee.” We’ve all wanted to. .Perhaps we shouldn’t think to badly of Burl’s outburst. He’s under an enormous strain. The paltry portions served at a service club lunch did little to quell the rumblings in his mighty gut, for all that the nasty taste was similar to the slop at the Bilious Bovine Buffet, where Burl would dearly love to be going back for fourths and eagerly anticipating the fountain of chocolate-like semi-liquid substance.
On reflection, I am ashamed that I have been little better than Burl, since I have failed to be properly sympathetic to the real victim here, Dwayne Long. .Now Dwayne may be a brilliant author, destined to be more widely read than the guy who wrote “Close Cover Before Striking.”.Or he may be an excreable literary scoundrel whose self-published works are more feared than Leonard Nimoy’s poetry. .But no writer deserves the fate of being booked to cast pearls, whether genuine or shoddy plastic, to the constipated swine of the Crustwood Chapter of the Men’s Service Club. (Except perhaps, George Lucas, who still carries the burden of Jar Jar Binks on his black soul.)
You know…. I think it is very, very infrequent here in Crustwood to have males who wear a beard. The author’s own beard seemed surprising (not for an author, just for the comic) and made me realize that Crustwoodians seldom seem to wear one. I guess that makes me VERY happy I have worn a full beard for many decades now. :)I do feel quite sorry for Dwayne. The Crustwood Mens Service Club does not seem a likely venue to a) find avid readers, b) find attention spans greater than that of a gnat, or c) a place to have his books sell or desired to be autographed. After getting a book published, it would be normal for the author to anticipate a book signing/speaking tour to be fun and enjoyable…. but the Crustwood experience may make him never touch pen to paper again.Finally, I wish to acknowledge the growth and development of our resident curmudgeon, Crabbear!!!! It is nice to see how he has developed a more detailed analysis of his commentary the last week or so! I appreciate it a lot. I wish to congratulate him for his new efforts and say that I look forward to his more detailed commentary continuing into the future!
“Where am I ? Why am I here?” First of in a series of Long books following Dwayne’s life as he writes of his memories since he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member over 8 years ago
How would you know Burl, You’ve never read anything other than the TVGuide (do they publish it anymore?) or the label on food boxes in your life.
MeGoNow Premium Member over 8 years ago
It would be nice to think that Burl, in all his boorish glory, was only saying what everyone else was thinking. For many there, it may be true. (Else why do they feel they have to lock the audience in?) But, being that it’s Crustwood, the majority likely either are genuinely interested in this guy’s drivel, or they haven’t a clue as to what he’s going on about but want to pretend they do and are giving it close consideration. .All in all, I wonder if Burl happens to be sitting at the table with the guys who invited this literary giant to speak, and they are worried that Burl might set off a chain-reaction. Or perhaps they are junior members, detailed to keep Burl on a short chain, and miserably failing. Or, as likely, they merely arrived late and had no seating choices left. .It would be sort of fun if another voice pipes up with, “Who are you?” and another with, “Why are you here?” and a third with, “Shut up and unlock the doors – I gotta pee.” We’ve all wanted to. .Perhaps we shouldn’t think to badly of Burl’s outburst. He’s under an enormous strain. The paltry portions served at a service club lunch did little to quell the rumblings in his mighty gut, for all that the nasty taste was similar to the slop at the Bilious Bovine Buffet, where Burl would dearly love to be going back for fourths and eagerly anticipating the fountain of chocolate-like semi-liquid substance.
x_Tech over 8 years ago
“Where am I?”“Why am I here?”The first two questions asked when arriving in Crustwood.
MeGoNow Premium Member over 8 years ago
On reflection, I am ashamed that I have been little better than Burl, since I have failed to be properly sympathetic to the real victim here, Dwayne Long. .Now Dwayne may be a brilliant author, destined to be more widely read than the guy who wrote “Close Cover Before Striking.”.Or he may be an excreable literary scoundrel whose self-published works are more feared than Leonard Nimoy’s poetry. .But no writer deserves the fate of being booked to cast pearls, whether genuine or shoddy plastic, to the constipated swine of the Crustwood Chapter of the Men’s Service Club. (Except perhaps, George Lucas, who still carries the burden of Jar Jar Binks on his black soul.)
crabbear over 8 years ago
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pipe Tobacco Premium Member over 8 years ago
You know…. I think it is very, very infrequent here in Crustwood to have males who wear a beard. The author’s own beard seemed surprising (not for an author, just for the comic) and made me realize that Crustwoodians seldom seem to wear one. I guess that makes me VERY happy I have worn a full beard for many decades now. :)I do feel quite sorry for Dwayne. The Crustwood Mens Service Club does not seem a likely venue to a) find avid readers, b) find attention spans greater than that of a gnat, or c) a place to have his books sell or desired to be autographed. After getting a book published, it would be normal for the author to anticipate a book signing/speaking tour to be fun and enjoyable…. but the Crustwood experience may make him never touch pen to paper again.Finally, I wish to acknowledge the growth and development of our resident curmudgeon, Crabbear!!!! It is nice to see how he has developed a more detailed analysis of his commentary the last week or so! I appreciate it a lot. I wish to congratulate him for his new efforts and say that I look forward to his more detailed commentary continuing into the future!
imnormal over 8 years ago
“Where am I ? Why am I here?” First of in a series of Long books following Dwayne’s life as he writes of his memories since he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.