Monday, August 14, 2017
Virgin Ninja (11)
"Virgin Ninja (11)"
Some may think it pathetically plain--Bobby McQuade's life. Never got out of the rural aspects of it all, into the Big City, like a Country/Pop star crafting their own music and drinking Coca-Cola; however, Bobby did his job, pulling a locker apart at the junior high he worked at as a janitor, for some kid who'd lost the combination, and the wrench was tired my friend, after that challenge of tool versus machine, our problem when androids walk the Earth, if they are not already doing so--even in the mind of a mental patient at the highest level of government clearance--never can tell. You think 60 MINUTES showcases all of the government's modern toys? Perhaps.
But Bobby just used mops and brooms, in his desert-brown fatigues of poverty, modestly smiling, and always with a bit of chaw underneath that smooth grin; next, driving back to his non- wireless and television free shanty save an old transistor radio powered by Direct Current, where he would read antiquated Plastic Man comic books he had collected as a kid and listen to NPR, having rejected Reed Richards due to Mister Fantastic's uncanny ability of repairing and rebuilding advanced alien technology; plus, Plastic Man had a sense of humor about himself. But little did Bobby McQuade know: Soon he was gonna learn the stealth-lathered and secret ways of the ninja.
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Virgin Ninja (10)
"Virgin Ninja (10)"
Sitting across from Bobby on a cheap futon, his footing on rustic carpet, in a way, sipping at his steaming glass of green tea smooched with spearmint, the beverage offering protection and energy for the spirit within, which animates the corporeal aspects, forging true soul. So, the conversation was moving, like this:
JOANNA
I don't do this. I don't like guys--no girls; I'm not like that, at all. Couldn't believe she was totally opening up. Had a bad experience, got over it, like Batgirl, go to Mass weekly, say the Rosary, and watch Ninja movies from the Reagan era--that's me.
BOBBY
Ok. I'm average everything, hazel eyes with gold flecks, like dogs, work as a janitor at the school, find used rubbers in the trash, all weird kinds of crap, like science fiction, and have read all the works of Philip K. Dick; plus, go to Mass as well, but only on major Holy Days.
JOANNA
What makes for a MAJOR Holy Day?
BOBBY
You know--like Christmas, Easter, Fourth of July--that stuff.
JOANNA
Grinned, adoring his doltish yet debonair delinquent doing holy things to her mind's eye. So Bobby, why don't we race again, but trade bikes.
BOBBY
No hesitation. Deal!
Virgin Ninja (9)
"Virgin Ninja (9)"
After the motorcycle race, which Joanna Blanc clearly won, Bobby McQuade followed her home to a humble trailer with a Saint Francis statue out front in a pastoral setting with plenty of platinum jasmine. They both removed their helmets, unsaddled their bikes, and greeted each other--Joanna having a toothy smile, and Bobby doing the Han Solo half-grin.
"You're pretty fast." Bobby stated.
Joanna blew her short curls of champagne out of her eyes, saying: "But, you kept up--pretty cool, guy. Now, are you gonna tell me your name?"
Bobby puffed out his chest and used his extra vertebrae to stand two inches taller. "I'm Bobby, Bobby McQuade."
Joanna shook his hand, continuing her adorable smile: "I'm Joanna. And while I don't usually do this--come inside, and we'll have a cold glass of green tea. You do like tea?"
Bobby, surprised: "Well yes. I love tea."
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Our Lady of Guadalupe
"Our Lady of Guadalupe"
Not my invocation, yet worthy of honoring the Blessed Virgin:
Our Lady of Guadalupe, Mystical Rose, help all those who invoke you in their necessities! Since you are the ever Virgin Mary and Mother of the true God, obtain for us from your most holy Son, the grace of keeping our faith, sweet hope in the midst of the bitterness of life, fervent charity, and the precious gift of final perseverance.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit--Amen
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