Monday, January 11, 2010

We shall meet again

Today's installment: The evil scientist Davros gnashes his teeth in impotent anger when he realizes he has been thwarted by our intrepid hero.

The evil scientist mutters, "We shall meet again, Ralphie Kokensparger, never doubt it. We - shall - meet - again."

Ralphie turns and throws an impudent grin over his shoulder. Never mind that Davros is a twisted genius, creator of a fearsome army of robots that threaten to overrun the galaxy. Matching wits with this formidable adversary is just the sort of challenge our hero relishes.

And once again, Ralphie, Jedi Knight and NASCAR driver, has saved the day.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Words, words, words

He's in love with words--the way the sound, the way they tumble off his tongue and tickle his ears as they fly into the sky.
Tonight it was "verve," courtesy of the Wizard of Oz and the Cowardly Lion:
Oh, it's sad, believe me, Missy, / When you're born to be a sissy / Without the vim and verve...
He rolled the word around in his mouth like a sip of fine wine. "Verve! Do you have verve?"
I said I did.
He said he did, too.
Then he moved on--"I used the gizmo to fix the whatzit!" He said it again--Whatzit. It made him laugh.
My heart is full.