No More Wire Hangers!!!

There is something about a closet that makes

a skeleton terribly restless.

- Wilson Mizner

Meany Goes for Curtain Number 2

In a previous installment, we were left with the cliffhanger of whether Meany would go with one of two choices.

"1. Meany realizes that Queen Totti is offering Meany's head on a rhinestone studded platter. Meany provides proof that she has, in fact, communicated with Queen Totti.

2. Meany has been lying all along, and she simply disappears. Meany's only true connection to fame was through her "special" connection to Totti McStotty. There is no use in keeping up the Queen Totti friendship facade any longer."

Meany is sending messages from Siberia, trying to win the good favor of anyone who will listen. Since Queen Totti has made no public appeals for Meany's forgiveness from her legion of fans, Meany has read the writing on the wall. Meany Bigmouth's biggest skill is her gift of gab, which got her into her current position in the first place.

Will society welcome Meany Bigmouth back into good graces? Or has the world stopped drinking Meany's berry favored Kool Aid?

Chords and Nerves

What a busy day! Reminds me of another adage my mother once told me.

"What a twisted Tale we weave when first we practice to deceive."

Speaking of tales, did anyone get the chance to tell the old tale goodbye? Of course you didn't. The beauty of tales is that they live on in the hearts and minds of those who encounter them. The disappearance of an old tale and the entrance of a shiny, clean tale does not erase the memory of the trickery and deceit.

As I think about the beginning  and ending of tales in my life, I lament over the reasons for Hellos  and Goodbyes. It reminds me of another old saying my mother used to say, "if you can't take the heat,  get out of the kitchen." Why erase the history, you ask? It might because someone is turning up the heat.

Woof, woof.

Birds of a Feather Post Together

I spent my morning with my newspaper, followed by a good chuckle over cushter posts. My mother taught me a valuable lesson at an early age:

"Caker pen chichi to the dinlers without evidence."

I get misty-eyed thinking back to her wonderful ways. She was such a wise woman, a beauty through and through.

All of these tales with scandal and deviousness swarmed around in my head. Something seemed very familiar about it all, but I could not quite put my finger on it. A dog barking up a tree caught my attention, and it suddenly dawned on me. Tales always have traditional elements, usually teaching a proverb at the end. The tales I had been reading always flattered those who were the subject, showing such beautiful points of view with pictures and words. If I had not known differently, I might actually believe the subjects of those tales were truly as kind as their author had presented them to be.

My mind suddenly jumped to scandal, and I realized it was as if I was reading in the mirror. The same tales were being authored in scandal, with subjects painted as beautiful portraits. Scandalous tales full of fictitious flattery were everywhere that I looked. At least in the beginning.

Authors often write under pseudonyms, covering two different types of genres. I started to wonder if all of the stories I was reading were penned by the same person. What are the chances?

Go back in time and read posts on different pages. See the similarities?

Woof, woof.

Those Who Live In Glass Houses

As I enjoy my cup of coffee, reading all the scandalous tales of old, I notice that historical drudgery keeps appearing in the form of veiled threats. This "big HAIR don't care" attitude, circa 2000, is quite amusing.

Such a vain attempt to deflect attention reeks of desperation. But what do you expect from those reaping what they've sewn? #FriscoApartments

Quality Assurance

Many might be telling TALES...

SCANDAL may be at every twist and turn...

GOSSIP may come and go, but here in King Richard's Lair -

there are no SUPERFANS.