Fiscal Year 2010 - Time To Be Real

It's been brought to my attention, that "I need to get some new material" on my blog. BUT, the tricky thing about blogs, or public forums of any sort, is the political correct tone it encourages. It forces the novice of a writer to screen or make writing diplomatic and boring. It's filtered, void of honesty... a delicate balance between my personal truth and the readers' standpoint.

The great thing about public forums, however, is the reader's choice to subscribe and participate in them... or unsubscribe and not participate. That's the beauty of them, really. And as a side, things I find important in great writing are sometimes brutal honesty and trusting your reader with it.

Well - I think it's time to make my writing as unfiltered as my beer (Boulevard anyone?). Let the entertainment begin. A new fiscal year has begun (a month ago, but still) and with it, a new, realness emerges from the Possum Hunter. All those offended - cram it.


An exerpt from the mind of a Possum Hunter - Occurance: Sunday, August 2, 2009:

When it's 116 on a Sunday, there seems to be no more splendid time to venture to the pool and dive into a collection of Flannery O'Connor's hilarity. Thus, as Neil and I proceeded to bake by the pool, I found myself distracted, and to my extreme annoyance, couldn't focus on my short stories. It was one of those times where you would read a page, then re-read the page and re-read the re-read material. And even then, I had no comprehension of the material I had processed.

So, I decided to eavesdrop on the interruption located in the pool. It was a loud group - a quartet of geeks - two girls and two "guys", all astonishingly unfortunate looking and all partaking in a game of toss the nerf football. Only, the way it was being tossed - was more at each other, seemingly trying to physically injure one not offering their undivided attention. All the while, the conversation was LOUDLY on video games. It was strikingly weird conversation to be had in a pool, I thought. It made me uncomfortable.

The "leader" of the group asked, "Have you figured out how to make them drink caffeinated beverages when the energy level gets low.?"

* Ball - launches at one member's face

He continued to no particular ball-tossing participant, "I was able to buy the caffeinated beverages, but I can't yet make him drink it."

To nobody, he proceeded, "Go go gadget arms!!"

* Ball - launched out of his hand, gaining speed and streamed past another member's head. It bounces over the fence and they laughed awkawdly.

The one who I thought was a girl initially, jumps out of the pool in full pants and a tshirt to fetch it.

My mouth remained open in horror and curiosity as I watched the entire five-minute transaction go down. I mean, they were weird. Yes. Like, you see in movies-weird.

And for some reason, several hours later, after a work-out and a couple O'Connor short-stories, I find myself confused, annoyed and CURIOUS by them. WHY ARE THEY SO ODD?

The unknown, and in this case, the video nerds, icked me out. I need to work on not getting so easily worked up - but for now, I will do what I seem to do best...learn more.

Estimate: 1-2 hours browsing online for information on video gamers. I'll leave you with a link to what my preliminary research (Neil) has led me to know as "larping" - Live Action Role Playing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_action_role-playing_game

Tata Sunday the 2nd, you rascal.