in fact there isn't an uncle Remus at all...i made him up completely and now i feel ashamed...in fact its kept me up all night..
you see, earlier tonight i'd read a very sweet post by a lovely woman that started off with these words:
Does any one ever take time to stop and smells the roses, or even to watch a child laughing while splashing in a puddle, with not care in the world?
it was a post that suggested we ought to slow down and enjoy the finer things in life and it ended with a reminder that god is still with us
it was good stuff...but i saw an opportunity to make a funny and so i replied to this as follows:
"My uncle Remus died when he leaned over to smell a rose and then was stabbed repeatedly by a young hoodlum that went berserk after falling in a puddle
Where was god then?"
nothing to do now but wait for the heartfelt guffaws to roll in, right?
wrong
when i checked back in a little later i saw that i had received a message from the author of the original post plus one from another sweet soul..both offering sincere condolences for the tragic demise of poor uncle Remus
i'm wondering if i need to make amends when it should have been clear that i was just being impish..certainly it was never my attempt to deceive
so why do i feel so dirty?
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First off, I have to tell you I love your name and can't help but wonder if it is the one that was bestowed upon you at birth...if so, bravo to your parents! If not, bravo to you! Bravo to you as well for your encouragement here on OS. I have to say, as a closeted writer for most of my life, it is comments such as yours that pave the way to success and enlightenment for those who would otherwise sit quietly in the dark, going undeservedly unnoticed. I am not speaking so much about myself specifically, but anyone who has a desire to create and never feels quite ready or good enough. The simple solution is that we are never more ready than now and we are good enough, regardless of what worthless drivel we see fit to dispell out into the universe. There is a place for everything. That is what makes this world such an interesting place. Thank you for caring.
so thank you dana, of course, but the gift really was sent out by you and my reply was simply an acknowledgment of this
i do so admire your style...i like where your voice comes from..the originality..the self mocking aspect of it all..it's very unique and thoroughly entertaining to boot
you should have a huge following on OS ..and i'm not at all sure why this isn't the case
but i know this will change..just please keep writing
thanks again
You're funny -- I hope you post some more (and please let me know when you do).
And thanks for your very kind comment-
peace.
Once I was rudely wakened from a sound noon's sleep by a chirpy young woman who wanted me to subscribe to the Washington Times, a viciously conservative paper run by nasty religious cult. I was awake but still caffeine-free by the time she finished her spiel, and this is not a state to which my neurochemistry wishes to become accustomed.
I responded.
Suffice it to say that by the time I had finished explaining that I had only answered because I was expecting the funeral home to call, that I was still holding my dead, cold, beloved wife's hand in mine, and gone into considerable detail about her brutal struggle with cancer and my profound doubts about being able to raise our four children (one of whom was still nursing) without her, both of us were in tears. This seemed reasonable to me.
I confess it wasn't until the young woman began to keen and sob, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Jesus, Jesus, help me Jesus! Heal this poor man's heart!" that I reconsidered, and decided to never again answer the phone without a latte in my hand.
I'll see you in hell, but in the meantime, why can't these people recognize a joke?
wasn't it the funniest thing ever?
and it's on MY blog baby
i inspired this...ME!!
they hit it off, fell in love; they're fine. all part of god's plan, no worries. ;-)