The duel

From the Mind of Muggington

I had the best of intentions when I woke. I would get right to it and have a productive day. Breakfast and dishes. Done. Make bed. Done. Shower. Done.

I was off and running and then Mr. Procrastination showed up. “Why don’t you get a glass of water?  You shouldn’t sit so long. Get up and move around.” he said. He was insidious.

I sat back down and got my computer fired up.  “You should check the news in case something important is happening. While you’re at it make sure you don’t have any texts. Of course you need to glance at your email,” he said.

Ï damned Mr. Procrastination to the lowest level of Hell. He almost got me. I took a deep breath and got everything ready. I felt content looking at the pristine, white screen that waited for my wise words. “I think music might help,” Mr Procrastination said. “It’s hot today. You need another glass of water.”

Of course he was right about the water. I filled a clean glass and admired the drops of condensation. I sat back down and decided, what the heck, maybe music would be nice. I launched my music software and played a song. Something wasn’t quite right. That song didn’t fit the mood I needed. Don’t get me wrong I love that band. I decided to make myself a new playlist. I had never done it before and I figured it would just take a few minutes.

Three hours later I was still searching for favorite songs from years ago. I had the best damn playlist ever.

The day was wasted.

I will get you next time Mr. Procrastination.

kusebenta

From the Mind of Muggington

The rooster sounds like it is next to my ear. I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. A donkey is braying in the distance. “What fun, today we start on the walls,” I think to myself. We all eat dishes of porridge. The tea is milky and filled with sugar.

My job is to carry rocks. I have a burlap bag about a yard long. I pry the first stone out of the crusty soil and drop it into the bag. “Great, only ten thousand more to go.”

Tool

From the Mind of Muggington

I found it in the back yard. I turned over the spade and there it was. The stone was egg-shaped and it looked man-made. I dusted it off and held it in my hand.

…

The old man struck the flint with the hammer stone. With each blow a thin flake fell onto the ground. He finished the blade and then he bound it to the polished wood with a length of sinew. He hefted his new tool and smiled.

Cardboard world

From the Mind of Muggington

I woke at the crack of dawn. I leaned against the wall and my dirty blue sleeping bag covered my chest.

It sure is hot and steamy today.

I rose onto an elbow and the cardboard shifted. Damn, this is the best piece yet. I looked at the gigantic sheet of corrugated paper. It must have come from a big appliance or something.

I propped up my sign and put the plastic bucket in front of it. I have a feeling. Today is going to be a good day.

Time out

From the Mind of Muggington

I say we get rid of it. We already have space, matter and energy. That should be more than enough for us.

We can start with clocks. Take out the batteries. Take them to the recycling center.

Calendars have got to go too. Put them in your recycling bin. They will make good mulch at the landfill.

No more schedules for you. Forget about days of the week, months and years. Toss out all those interminable centuries and eons.

Doesn’t that feel better?

The Two Mates

From the Mind of Muggington

Junior is the bigger of the two. As soon as I put the water and food dishes in he trots over to the food and begins to chew on a nugget. DJ is much smaller and naughtier. He jumps right into the water dish. I swear he is smiling at me as he luxuriates in the cool liquid. He waggles his front and hind legs in the water with delight.

I think they are more intelligent than they look. Sometimes I catch them vocalizing and I wonder what they are saying.

…

“Finally,” Junior said. “Yeah,” it’s about time,” DJ said. “He looks rough this morning,” DJ said. “I suppose he’ll throw in one of those lousy rinds of watermelon,” Junior said. “Doesn’t he notice that we never eat it?”

“I wonder how intelligent he is,”  Junior said. “I know he’s bigger than us but in the brains department I just don’t know.” “The female is a lot smarter,” DJ said. “You’re right DJ. Maybe the females have a bigger brain,” Junior said.

DJ crawled out of the water dish and moved to the glass wall. “Now DJ stop that. It’s not nice,” Junior said. “You shouldn’t make funny faces at the humans. Don’t  descend to their level.”

 

You’re mine

From the Mind of Muggington, , ,

I sit up at the top. I have a great view from here. In fact what I say goes. He doesn’t know it, but I’m in charge. I make him go get a bag of potato chips and another beer even when he knows he shouldn’t.

Most people don’t realize the truth. Brains rule minds. You can learn facts and principles and practice and acquire skills. You can use all the logic you want. When decision time comes, what I say goes. I can make my human do anything I want. Even if he doesn’t want to.

It’s pretty cool being in charge. I basically have a personal robot at my command. It’s ironic how smart that mind can become but it still can’t stop me.

What shall I make him do today?

 

One fine morning

From the Mind of Muggington

Fresh cool air rushes in as I yank open the window. After the sticky heat of yesterday it’s a great relief. The Sun blazes in the East like a ball of fire in the treetops.

Here I sit in front of my keyboard. I begin to press keys and neurons fire and then it begins.

I see the jogger making his rounds. He is quite slim and wearing white socks pulled up as far as they will go. I take this as an indication of his having attained at least middle age with its corresponding loss of fashion sense. He looks fit and ready for anything.

Here he comes again into view. What’s that? I see a shimmer in the air in his path. I must be seeing what the eye doctor called ‘floaters’. No, it’s still there. Something is on the path. I don’t know where it came from but now it is becoming clearer.

I see a swirling cloud of gold and it is approaching the jogger. Apparently he can’t see it and I wonder if I should call out. Too late.