It's not often that you get to spend a week doing something new and unusual but next week will be one of those occasions. Yes, a whole week of school experience in a primary school will definitely be different! Who knows how it will work out?
Hopefully the strangeness of the week won't disrupt Project Quirky Muffin, but the world should prepare for some exhausted postponements. Service will be unpredictable, but for what reason? Will pure exhaustion reduce this humble (ha!) writer to a premature and precipitate state of slumber each evening? Will the accumulated chores force every evening into an overly directed pattern of job applications before a blog can even emerge from the strained brain? Will those little people take an instant dislike and end up calling the parental mafia in to rub this writer out? Only time will tell, and in this case time is being pretty cagey with the details.
They are little people, those children, and it's going to be a curious wait to see how it goes. 'Why go at all?', you might be asking. That answer may well be provided after, once the ringing in the ears from all the assembly singing and Christmas event rehearsals has abated and the bruises from the illuminated globe projectiles has healed. Oh, there shall be pain, for smart shoes will be compulsory with all their attendant problems. Please send all sympathy via the Quirky Muffin and make it sugar-free.
Writing is an acquired skill, one developed via writing. It's much like a muscle that doesn't get used in the normal course of events and resists when you flex it unreasonably. That's why the Quirky Muffin is here; to flex that muscle. When it works it is one of the greatest feelings in the world, and when it doesn't it's profoundly unsatisfying. Fortunately the accumulated audience amounts to several web-bots, a scary clown who keeps sending me explosive apple turnovers, and whoever else accidentally drops in while looking for a movie or book review. There shall never need to be quality control, for there is no intended control over the quality. Boom boom? Anyone?
<Mutter mutter ignorant of Basil Brush grumble barbarians gripe gripe gripe.>
With all of that, and with the usual insistence that the world has far too few triangles in it, it's definitely time to start wrapping up this entry. It's all too tempting to try and be funny all the time, sometimes to the great annoyance of others, but it does seem appropriate here. We can't be serious all the time, except for perhaps when in the deep throes of depression. Fortunately the seasonal blues seem to be not so bad this year, possibly due to the healthy influence of being far more rested and not so vexed with the head strain of mathematics, or maybe just because of some rogue variable still to be identified. Maybe it was the stopping of sugar that has helped even out the mood swings? It also helps to be working through 'Mork and Mindy', 'Dharma and Greg', 'The Addams Family', 'Get Smart', 'Batman' and a host of fabulous other books and DVDs. Is it materialistic to have them all? Yes, it sure is. Do they help? Yes, they sure do. Is 'Gilligan's Island' tempting me despite limited purchasing resources? Oh, gosh, yes it is! Blast!
Who knows how 'Mork And Mindy' will change in the fairly infamous tumults of the second season and beyond, but for now in its first year, it is truly a wonderful little show. Challenging, fun, unexpected and the best vehicle Robin Williams ever had. It's always sad when a performer has his best gig so early, but at least it happened at all. A much belated farewell to Robin Williams now, thanks for all of Mork.
O.
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