theBlackman on 18/3/2009 at 22:19
I searched for a recent thread but had no luck so, I'll just stick this here.
Sorry about that.
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this
enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The
stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young
mind,he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors:
Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the
stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for
hours on end with Adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he
always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even
seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first
major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The
stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing
each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the
kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the
stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the
stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity,for example, was
not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors.
Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that
burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad
didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged
us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were
sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced
strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our
family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he
was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you
would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to
listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?.... We just
call him 'TV.'
He has a
wife now....We call her 'Computer.'
Thief13x on 18/3/2009 at 22:29
haha, I've never been huge on TV myself, but it serves its purpose as a Pittsburgh Steelers network:D
june gloom on 19/3/2009 at 00:34
not
TBE on 19/3/2009 at 01:23
You need a blog Dusty.
henke on 19/3/2009 at 07:04
Wow, didn't see that punchline coming from the third paragraph.
theBlackman on 19/3/2009 at 07:09
Quote Posted by Taffer_Boy_Elvis
You need a blog Dusty.
I doubt you be serious, but I'm certain that my blathering, now and then is not worthy of a "Blog". Nor for "twitter", the now substitute for the backyard gossip of yore. :)
I am and will be just a fervid Thief player, and a opinionated old man. But I do appreciate all the sterling characters who frequent these boards. I may not agree but I respect all opinions, even when I bitch at someone.
Koki on 19/3/2009 at 08:20
I did not smile.
Ulukai on 19/3/2009 at 09:48
That's hardly a yardstick though, is it? :D
PigLick on 19/3/2009 at 12:13
I wish you would post more, and I mean actual conversation, not this fwd shit
Andarthiel on 19/3/2009 at 13:10
That was a pretty clever story/joke/riddle there. It made me giggle a little.
