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Doin' Fine
the commune's Rok Finger asks you to slow your gifting of fruit baskets--as his office is starting to smell like an open-air market 


Friday, Dec. 15, 2000
I must say with one-cup astonishment, two cups of mistrust, I’m doing perfectly well this week. That’s right, Rokophiles, Mama Finger’s boy has no outstanding bones to pick or societal ills to attack. Oh, sure, I imagine there’s plenty of bad things happening in our world—there always is—but at the moment none seem to concern me.

No, I’m not in love—at least not in love with anyone new; just my lovely wife of thirty years, Arvelyn, our cat Makeshift, and maybe the commune stockboy—he does freshen your paperclip cup even before it’s empty, that charming fop.

Nor is my cheerful demeanor the by-product of any dangerous mind-expanding new drug. I can assure you good people I’m on nothing stronger than good ol’ black coffee, Tylenol, and the Cannabis prescribed for my foot pain.

I can’t explain why, I’m just happy. Oh, to be sure, I’ve got things to be unhappy about—by the barrelful! But at this time, I’m just having a good day.

At this moment the President, what’sisname, could pop up on my screen and announce that the race war has just broken out at long last, and my response would be: “Eh.” I kid you not. I’m just generally doin’ fine.

I’m not sure how my wife’s doing—I should ask her. I suppose she’s just fine, though. She’s always been fine even when I’ve not been so fine, she just leans toward finality, I think. I’m sure Makeshift has no feline worries—perhaps feline leukemia, if he’s a particularly worrisome cat, but if he is he sure puts up a brave façade. I should really talk to him, get to know him better.
Maybe it’s the fact it’s Wednesday; I’ve always liked Wednesdays best. But even if I can’t explain it, I know I’m doing fine. Hope you’re doing fine.

Wait… now it’s starting to wear off. Feeling less fine even as the moments erode. Becoming genuinely pissed off now. Try figuring that out! No… seems to be fading itself. Generally retreating to fine now. Deadline is approaching, so I’ll keep you informed on the fine/not-fine issue as details become available in the next column.


Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck


Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist

Free Virus Baggies

Take a Kitten, Please

the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks






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