A Bee

Today was Aviah's birthday, and we went to science central and then had a picnic at Franke Park. There were quite a few bees that would constantly buzzing around our table. I don't mind bees and was fine to leave them alone. The bees began to get on the nerves of Aviah and Smith, and to be honest Andie was terrified so I was trying to catch a bee in my empty water bottle. Rach managed to get a bee and I asked for the bottle. Once I had it I commenced to shake it violently till the bee was deceased.

I was overcome with a great sense of remorse. It was honestly very hard for me for about 10 minutes, wondering why I didn't stop myself and wishing I could take it back. Jaret mentioned that we must have been raised by the same parents because we have the same strong sense of guilt. The more I thought about it I realized that when I swat a fly, or even if I had smacked a bee against the table I would have been fine with it. Something about the violent shaking made it worse. I guess I pictured myself dying trapped in a bottle and shaken until the impact had killed me. I'm sorry bee, I still regret my decision.

Metamorphosis

I was at the mall the other day because I wanted some Panda Express. I walked in and didn't know if it was such a good idea. I was in a mood that some of you will probably understand where you feel very socially awkward and the thought of being around people is hard, and the thought of running into someone you know is akin to purgatory for someone like George W. Bush. I wished I had sunglasses and my iPod so I could have tuned the world out and pretended that I was alone in the mall. But then again, Panda Express sounded very good. I ordered and looked for a table that would isolate me the most, I chose one next to a plant stand and some empty tables. The only person sitting close to me was an elderly woman who was situated as such:


The woman was not eating, just sitting there with her hands folded under her chin and a worried look on her face. I wondered if she was in a mood similar to mine and concerned by the fact that I sat down in a position where we were half-facing each other. As I was in the mood I was in I ignored her and pulled out my book. I glanced up at here from time to time trying to figure out if she was concerned, waiting, lonely, in pain, or some other thing. I don't know. I finished my meal and took one more look at the woman. To my surprise it was no longer a woman sitting there but a man of similar age and in the exact pose and facial expression that the woman had held. I had not seen the woman gather her things and leave or seen the man put his things down and sit. The table was clearly in my peripheral vision and this fact seemed very odd to me. It created in me one of those feelings that something is not right, but you can not point out what it might be, some would call this eerie, myself included. I wanted to leave badly, and did.

I figure they were long lost lovers who had decided to meet at the mall (as it has a carousel and is obviously very romantic) only they didn't specify eastern or central time and thus missed the chance to live the rest of their natural lives in the happiness that comes from true love (bull shit). It would suck to be old, also the plants weren't cacti as the drawing might suggest.

Argh!

Original Artwork

The one she did good on:


The one she got lazy with:

Airlines Lie

I forgot to mention one interesting fact about my trip. After getting into Seattle my luggage did not come out onto the belt. I went to the luggage desk and asked. Their reply.... "Oh yeah, we have that. It came in last night."

I have no idea.

All Good Things Must End: Part Five

The kids were 6 and 11, or somewhere close to those numbers. The younger one a boy, the older a girl. As we took off I could tell that the boy was a little bit nervous, and he said that this was his first time flying alone...rookie. I asked the girl if she was nervous and she answered a confident "no", and mentioned how tough she was. They were playing with really cool transformer toys and I was a little bit jealous. As the flight continued the girl told me more about how tough she is by letting me know that she regularly beats up other 4th graders, even the boys. I told her that it wasn't very nice, and she said that it was in fact nice. Oh.

They also had brand new crayons and colored pencils and a transformers coloring book. The girl had a way of shifting rapidly from somewhat of a brat to very sweet. She asked if i would like her to color a picture for me, and she did a very nice job on the charger from the movie. As she turned the page over to color the more complacted transformer on the back she did get a little lazy. After coloring a few parts she looked at me and said she was only going to make a gray mark on the parts that were gray (the whole thing)...after making dashes all over the page, she decided that maybe the spots could be rust? Sure lazy kid, just give it to me. I'll scan the page in and post it later.

The kids then started to ask me if I had seen movies...
"Pirates 3?"
-no
"Fantastic Four?"
-no
"Epic Movie?"
-sadly yes
And then they start to quote some sexual jokes from the movie and something about balls, and not the kind you play sports with.
(insert nervous and somewhat skeptical laughter from brett)
"Something else?"
-no
"Another something else?"
-nope
Then came the shocker...
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"
-um, no...wasn't that a little scary for you guys?
"Nope, remember...I'm tough."
(That is not a direct quote)
So these kids watch a lot of movies, and my they grow up fast these days.

As we came in for the landing as much as she tried to hide it I could tell that this was in fact one part of the flight that did frighten the young girl. I tried to ask her questions to keep her mind off her imminent death, and the plane landed safely. They waved a sweet goodbye to me as we left the plane.

There is something of a story in trying to find Messmann's apartment, but it's mainly about a cab driver who didn't know his way around (seems that should be part of the job), and finally getting to sleep in a bed (futon actually) knowing that I was finally really in Seattle (Renton actually).

The End.