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Here's a super-short story I just came up with when Kate asked me for "a happy story."
It's called Tommy Teacup Learns a Lesson
The other day, Tommy Teacup was feeling down. "I'm chipped-off," he snorted. "I'll never be popular like Sammy Saucer."
At precisely that moment, a bull rushed in to the china shop and brutally shattered Sammy Saucer, not out of spite, but out of irrationality.
Tommy couldn't have been happier.
He threw a party that night, and met up with a few cute teaspoons, and they more or less stirred things up.
Tommy learned the important lesson that good and unpredictable things can happen to ordinary pieces of china. The end.
I hope that made you happy.
I'm checking out a Nikon d200 that a coworker lent me. I might buy it. But in the mean time, it means I get to make new background images for my work computer.
(Links to full size image - 1600x1050)
That's one of the robots Kristin got me for Christmas - and he just wants to rock. That's Silverface Dave. He's just a little amp. And he also wants to rock.
Incidentally, that very Silverface Dave is being used ALL OVER my new songs. YOU SAW IT HERE FIRST, FOLKS!
This song is tentatively called "Family." Every now and then I'll call my parents and we'll talk about random stuff, our respective fish tanks, car troubles, the weather. I pretty much always get reminded how much I love them and appreciate their care for me - but you know, how do you work that in to a conversation about fish tanks? And where do you go after that? It just doesn't work all that well.
While this song is called "Family," I really feel the same way about my very best friends. Eeks now that all the sappy crap is out of the way.... As always, I apologize for the unsure vocal bits and the shoddy guitar - its just a live demo and i suck.
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Family
Copyright 2008 Matthew C Good
I think I understand
why paper is so important.
It allows us to write
the things we cannot say.
To take a single thought
and juxtapose it with another,
to pull it out and see
what it is we mean.
So I wrote
What I could not say
What I really feel
about my family
I call them up
Every now and then.
We talk about events.
It makes me mess them.
I pay good money
to call anyone, anywhere
any time
that I feel like talking.
But like a silent movie,
you only get half the story,
and somewhere in the world, there are voices
looking for their homes.
So I'll sing
What I'd love to say.
If I had my way,
I would tell you.
Some of you
I owe more than love
but more I cannot give,
so let that be enough.