Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune and other songs, sometimes I even get a little bit poetic or short story-etic or something like that. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Raspberry (Razzy), Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything … 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs … damned humans.
Not that you asked for it (I mean, who would?) but a handy dandy all in one spot, easy reference, to some things of mine for the Halloween season, oh, and watching some albino looking spider with a seeming translucent head scurry about the walls behind the PC who, I swear, is the same spider that was doing quick spidery translucent head scurry things at my desk at the Latham office yesterday and I think may have hitched a ride on something of mine because, well, I don’t know, he is here now and considers us pals?
“What’s up fleshbag?”
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From a creepy old Halloween pic meme a college friend posted …
… and a Dad looking for a costume for his kid at a Spirit Halloween store
“What? I’m a spider, it’s what I do. I scurry, plus, I have to figure my new surrounds here and people will, hopefully, be so engrossed with your stories of the season to not notice time spent on my part to prepare you”
“Prepare me?”
“Things ta do, webs ta spin, d’ya feel stuck yet? You’re just an extra large, blood filled, fly”
So a meme from a friend of mine, same guy who inspired my Oopma Loompa tune from a few months ago, Damn you Drew and your meme inspirations!!! Something for the season. Fucking scary rabbits.
Hey Spirit Store guy, how are ya? Happy season right? Yeah thanks, all good here … what I’m looking for is something in a sorta homicidal vein for my kid … I know huh? They grow up so fast and want to kill you so quickly and in so many different ways, well not too quickly, they wanna see the pain and the anguish but I thought I’d stop in here before I go down in the basement and scrounge around grandma’s old things, though I should move her … them … her things … up to the attic, it can get a little damp down there and that tends to smell. Much better in a dry air.
Oh, great thanks … No, airline attendant isn’t quite what I was looking for, but wait, does it come with a concealed knife or a bomb? No? Ok … Oh really? Peppermint Patty? Is it pointy? Ya know, with a stick? Peppermint Pointy Patty? No? It’s just that her friends can be pretty particular about pointy sticks that’s all … I know, she’s at that difficult age right? What? You too? (laughs) kids huh? Really? Fairy princess? It’s a good choice, I’m sure she’ll be the cutest of hit at the cul-de-sac, well, until she gets to old man Johnson’s place, never turn left by the way. What? Oh nothing, just remembering last year though the cops say it’s still on ongoing investigation so there is that.
Well listen, I appreciate the time, forgive me for wasting yours … what? Something in the back? It’s pointy? Oh I knew I liked you from the get go, Gabriel is it? Sorry, excuse my stare, the name tags can be a bit difficult for me these days and I left my hourglass … glasses in the car.
Been a bit of a long week here in Frankenland so it was nice to finally get to the end of it, plus it’s also a holiday weekend so a “Sheesh, finally, perfect timing holiday weekend. You know just how to time things to ease an ill …”
Hold up!!!
Hold up what?!
Hold up!!! You don’t get this one.
I don’t what?
You don’t get this one, this day, this holiday.
What? Why the hell not!!!
Dude, really?
Ok (sigh) I’ve never gotten this one, some national holidays consider radio folks to be poor stepchildren but make you still hold off on sending mail till Tuesday, no matter the importance and possible time sensitive nature of that mail you didn’t have for a not send but are now pissed off about, but a boy can dream right? That maybe it might have slipped a crack or two this year?
Nope, radio still hates Columbus … as does real history. Rightly so.
Son of a bitch, well ya know what? I’m just going to not show up on Monday, the holiday day, in protest! So take that and raspberry spitty lip sounds to you!!
Mark you down for burning a PTO day then, you rebel?
Yes please.
Anyway, the long week involved just a Wednesday, a Wednesday morning specifically but it bled into the rest of the week and into a Friday and this now weekend.
I broke down on the NY State Thruway on my way to our stations in Beacon, not a broke down as to finally all of my personal demons having hit their heads on demon ceilings that just had me crying on the side of the thruway curled up in a fetal position clutching grass, but a “I broke down” as to my car, Lilly (though I did consider the fetal position while making emergency phone calls). Seems her alternator had given up the ghost, and just a few miles short of my Newburgh exit destination, but not enough miles short of the 7 bucks a pop per mile the tow company charged to not make it hurt … a lot.
Plus, alternators? Holy expensive batcar!! And my guys at the shop in Beacon showed me why. With gruesome pictures. “Oh Lilly, you’ve been violated!! Oh your pretty smile lost!!” Seems to get to the alternator in a 2013 Nissan Juke named Lilly you have to do a full car faceoctomy where you take that cars entire front end (said face), pull it off, mock it, lay it to the side, step around it, hit it head on, knock it around with a hammer, mock it a bit more, and then search for dead alternators and hope that your former Lilly smile isn’t askew now when an errant nut or bolt or two is found NOT in Lilly’s face rebuild but instead rolling around a car shop’s floor.
But no, all kidding aside, as much as you can kid from a fetal position, I am grateful that my Beacon guys were able to get Lilly’s smile back in order, and with no missing rolling around shop floors nuts or bolts. They were and are all placed in just the right way now to help me continue continuing.
Plus I will take that holiday weekend that I don’t get and burn a PTO day not thinking about how twelve hundred bucks is twelve hundred bucks I ain’t got, well, twelve hundred bucks that my Capital One card or Bank of America or Discover card has now with loan sharks whispering to finally go legit, quit this, at such an almost 30% deal, while I fan them in a card game out of my wallet, I raise your bankrupt, can’t remember which one. But I am driving at least and Peter and Paul can fight this shit out and pay each other at another time.
Lilly: My face hurts
Me: It hurts me too
Lilly: (blank eye blinks)
Me: Sorry, you opened the door and that was funny
Lilly: (blank eye blinks)
Me: Ok, maybe not.
Lilly: It was finally a relief though, to get me back, like a tough tooth.
Six years ago I stopped writing “editorials”, long winded things imagining myself as some sort of opinion writer for important newspapers and instead went with song … parodies. Parodies that aren’t parodies really (I hate calling them that) but instead my former long winded editorials whittled down to just short winded words within the confines of a tune. Plus it made them a hell of lot more fun as I discovered what I have always known, that I like to “sing”, however poorly, saved only with some production magic
Today, though, I thought to combine them, a short opinion piece that people will skip over to get to the tune (which is cool, just listen to the tune at least, it’s really good) an opinion piece that obviously would be a bit more sedate for print in major newspapers I’ll never be published in but something that still makes an angry point and a return to the best “parody” I’ve done and my standard. It is also one of my most viewed posts so it seems whoever may stop by here in the Attic and I are on the same page
Though this one, the tune eventually here, is from four years ago it’s still pretty relevant
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So this is some pretty simple shit. I mean it ain’t gonna get no simpler, ok it could, my bad, it could be as simple as a 2 + 2 equation or it could be a question of whether you want to live or die or even a vanilla or chocolate vs shit sandwich but this is pretty simple. Do you want a democracy or a dictatorship, a theocracy, a new world order where all of your rights are gone? Where you are told how to live and believe? Where you are forced into a knee bend fealty. Pretty simple shit. “Oh you’re just being dramatic, you’re just being an alarmist, you’re even responsible for attempts on the Orange Devil’s life with such talk”.
No and fuck you JD. Bringing up the possible, no, probable end of democracy that would come at the hands the Orange Devil is NOT the talk that is getting him shot at.
That is a response to the intentional incendiary language of Trump and the lessening or dehumanizing everyone on the planet, especially immigrants, except white males.
There is no couching this in claimed hysterical woman-like madness as a JD surely would, have us return to a world where such a statement isn’t out of order, where women are second class citizens and just vessels for new babies for a new Reich. I mean you do understand that the Orange Devil and especially his running mate glory Viktor Orban, find him to be an inspiration right? That they invited him to speak at their yearly CPAC 4th Reich fest? “Illiberal democracy?” Sorry Viktor but you are not allowed to imply anything remotely democratic by simply making up a designation that has democracy in the title. I mean, and to repeat, THEY INVITED A DICTATOR TO SPEAK AT CPAC like this was some new Madison Square Garden get together back in ’32 and the orange devil even welcomed and hosted him at his compound in the Florida fatherland. Viktor fucking Orban!! I shouldn’t even have to make a point of this, THEY INVITED A DICTATOR TO SPEAK AT CPAC but that is the new GOP, unapologetically authoritarian and anti-democratic, un-American.
Now in a different age I might say that you are allowed to your opinion and that I respect it, especially if it is an informed one but now, today? Informed is conspiracy theories and lie filled and know that If you are to vote Orange know based on this “knowledge” that you are simply … just … wrong. If you base ANYTHING on a Trump “truth” you are wrong and know that you have simply succumbed to being hook line and sinkered by a conman and his too slick snake of a sidekick.
Oh, and I have some sneakers and Bibles and coins and watches and keychains and T-shirts and flags and maybe even garden gnomes backing up in a warehouse
A man lies as he breathes He says why would you trust another now Who can you possibly trust Now I’ve shown you what my facts is A fascist truth sledgehammer Nuthin’ else believe-able matters Other than this con in this con man’s swamptown
(and a-oooh ah-oooh)
Lap dogs in orange swamplight Here’s a lie-ball GOP go fetch excuses
Newsman, newsman Get these facts away from me, ya know, No one finds real truth interesting anymore
If you’ll loyalty me blind I can be your despot chum I can call you subject And subject you adore me You can call me Czar
This man original Trumper says There can never be a never me If there’s a never me they’ll never be Happy in a sea of me Where will the answers come from If I don’t truly be-lieve Who will I turn to when The truth slaps me Awake and awake To the harsh realities Of Moscow Mitch’s word marble hypocriteness Hammers and sickles Getting stocked up in the open Along with some of the finest cossack hats
If you’ll loyalty me blind I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring I can call you subject And subject you adore me You can call me King You can call me King
A man late night he’s tweeting How he’s a victim in this world Maybe it’s a big blue meanie world Where they’re just out to get him And they don’t see his genius Or see how great he his The greatest all narcissists Surrounding himself with nothing more than Clowns clowns Who dance for him like marionettes In a tiny orange circus
He checks the mirror again Sees Messiah staring back at him At least that’s what the hacks say And he so believes them
If you’ll loyalty me blind I can be your despot chum I can call you subject And subject you adore me You can call me Don
Na-na-na-na-na Just call me king-na-na You can kiss my ring na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Loyalties the thing na-na Better never sing na-na I’ll take your everything na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
“You can take the themes of harvest or haunted literally or use them metaphorically in any way you wish. Harvest grain, organs, fish, or emotions; imagine the grim reaper with a scythe. Write about something that haunts you, regret, a long-ago love, thoughts of someone who has died, or actual ghosts. Explore a haunted harvest”.
You may also use the painting above “The Harvest Moon” by Samuel Palmer as inspiration.
Took a little bit of both of these ideas …
.
Third Eye Harvest Moon
He woke in a long field itching
of tall blades and short hungry bugs
chilled but not cold wondering of from where that single pocked light
hung high
had fell
.
“From my third eye” said a voice
.
he sudden colding and chilled now
as there was no from where for a lone voice to fall
no trees above nor craggy hills distance
far called with walls
to call back
friend or foe
score or none
or even from rock tall
smoke black
altars he may have been layed upon
in the stark
back
then
.
You are man are you not?
I am?
Yes, you are
Then from why where do you ask?
To see if you knew
But I just woke, food for bugs in tall grass in almost dark task
save for one light
high hung
right
.
Will you rise and pay threshed tithes
under my third eye
Why?
It is that time of harvest, of tall grasses wrapped with long blades twined
tribute
in the richness of grains
… and the harvest of souls
.
From why where must you have mine after such riches?
.
Because you are the first and quench a stronger thirst
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune and other songs, sometimes I even get a little bit poetic or short story-etic or something like that. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Raspberry (Razzy), Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
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