Thursday, March 04, 2010
A Little Something For Randal -or- Glaucus Revisited
I'm not sure at what point in my life I decided that I was okay with making an ass of myself, but I am fairly certain that it was early on. Here is a fine example. My buddy, Franklinton, has often stated that while my stories are wonderful, they really lack the punch if I don't read them myself. So I have reproduced one on video. As I knotted a bed sheet and slung it over my shoulder to settle in in front of the camera, Flannery laughed. "What?" I objected. "It's just funny how far you will go for your art," she snickered.
I was a little hurt, but after some thought, I realized she was right. I was going out of my way to make my little tale funny and if that involved wearing a bed sheet, so be it. I tried to straighten my hat hair and made sure that my nipples didn't show, and then moved blithely on.
Without further ado, here is The Singular Tale Of Glaucus, in two parts: