Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Another...novel?
Alas, The Captain has penned yet another novel that he expects me to read and edit! Luckily, it is less than 100 single-spaced pages, but it is quite terrible nonetheless. The Captain told me it's a story about a young man who is kidnapped and adopted into a very abusive family. There is also the Ku Klux Klan in this tome, but from what I have read so far, it does not seem as though The Captain did a whit of research into this hate group. I do fear how much worse it will get before I am finished. And although I have never entertained the idea of drinking, I do now.
It does not seem as if he has a set title for it either. He has been calling it The Vengeful Jackknife, The Furious Jackknife, The Angry Jackknife, The Malicious Jackknife, and even Les Jackknife de Rage. I know not how to refer to it, for when I slipped up and asked him when he wanted The Vengeful Jackknife edited by, he switched my hands and yelled, "It's called The Pissed Jackknife, damn you!"
Oh dear...
Mary Langford
Labels:
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garbage,
jackknives,
kidnapping,
ku klux klan,
novel,
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Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Bermuda Triangle Trials, Tryouts and Tribulations
Special note from Terrence Rathbone: Once again, Just as I thought things might be beginning to proceed just a bit more normally, it all went haywire. We had escaped from an extended stay on Blood Island only to land in the Bermuda Triangle by way of yet another of the Captain's horrible schemes!
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| One of the many playbills the Captain had designed for "World on Fire" |
But of course the Captain does have a time machine, and so here we are only seven months from whence we left Blood Island, and wandered into the Bermuda Triangle, yet it was seven years of being tortured by the cruel winds set upon us by Captain and his demented muse! Yes we are back, back just in time for the date he had booked for the theatrical premier of "World on Fire". He is back with a vengeance. His play, true to its name, lit a fire in the Captain and he is madder than he ever was, I'd swear.
And he's taken to liking the drink when he is "producing" his "master work"! YES...THE CAPTAIN IS BACK...back with the bad poetry, the bad temper, a big time machine and barrels o' rum.
Lord, help us all!
Terrence L. Rathbone
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
And thus we have left the Bermuda Triangle
Or at least that is where The Captain says we have been stranded the past couple of months. Though The Captain seems strangely happy. It seems that he has finished 'Daggers of Anger', as well as 'The Men of Montgomery', both of which he wants me to edit. I know not how to go about editing his novels when he did not appreciate how I viewed 'Diamond Underground'. Along with all of this, he claims that he has made a debut of sorts. What kind of debt, I do not know, though Tolbert and The Captain's daughter, Cecelia have been acting strange. Or so I have heard hereabouts.
On the other hand...I know not what is put in the food The Captain brings me, but it does give my skin a rather healthy glow. Oh, and my hair, too, looks simply lustrous.
Mary Langford
Labels:
confusion,
daggers of anger,
debut,
Diamond Underground,
men of montgomery,
vanity
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