(Kind Of) Cliff Crisis
Dadaism stood far above where anyone could reach him, swaying dangerously in the sudden and violent winds that rose up from the canyon below. Pragmatism had given up, Geology had wandered off, but Surrealism anxiously watched his unstable mentor. Existentialism walked up behind him, laying a bracing hand on his shoulder.
“He’ll come down,” Existentialism said, “Stop worrying so much. At the end of the day, he’ll be fine and you’ll have an ulcer.”
Surrealism nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat and walking away. Sure now that he was alone, Existentialism walked directly up to the perilously perched Dadaism and shoved him, one-handed, back onto safe ground. Dadaism laughed and glared in succession.
Showing posts with label geology. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, August 10, 2009
Geology Leaves
Cast:
Geology—the study of the Earth’s crust
Geology Leaves
Geology was a man with simple clothes and simple tastes. He was usually pulled into Psychology’s massive social gatherings unwillingly, but this particular one seemed dapper and well-catered. While he wasn’t fond of the stuffiness, the food was exceptional.
He felt something sharply jolt the back of his head. He turned around to see a waiter glare at him unapologetically. Frowning, he observed the man, with his beady eyes and a particularly grotesque mole on the side of his neck. He would have thought Capitalism could have hired better help.
He decided to leave. As much as he appreciated Psychology’s consideration, getting hit in the head by stale pieces of bread by angry waitstaff was no way to spend an evening.
Geology—the study of the Earth’s crust
Geology Leaves
Geology was a man with simple clothes and simple tastes. He was usually pulled into Psychology’s massive social gatherings unwillingly, but this particular one seemed dapper and well-catered. While he wasn’t fond of the stuffiness, the food was exceptional.
He felt something sharply jolt the back of his head. He turned around to see a waiter glare at him unapologetically. Frowning, he observed the man, with his beady eyes and a particularly grotesque mole on the side of his neck. He would have thought Capitalism could have hired better help.
He decided to leave. As much as he appreciated Psychology’s consideration, getting hit in the head by stale pieces of bread by angry waitstaff was no way to spend an evening.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Bromatology's Picnic
Cast:
Bromatology—the study of food
Geology—study of the Earth’s crust
Psychology—study of the mind
Veganism—the belief in excluding all animal products from the individual’s diet
Vegetarianism—the belief in excluding all or most animal flesh from the diet, but often accepting the consumption of milk, egg or fish ingredients
Bromotology’s Picnic
The picnic tables were lined with checkered tablecloths, and each seat held someone who was both hungry and excited. Geology, for once, was glad he had been dragged out by Psychology, even if she insisted on making bets on whatever she could with him. Bromatology, with the help of his assistants, set forth the feast he had cooked up. As he passed by the publicly affectionate Vegetarianism and Veganism, Veganism snatched the crisp, white material of Bromatology’s jacket. Psychology roughly patted Geology’s upper arm, directing him to watch; one of their bets involved the happy lesbians.
“What can we eat?” asked Veganism, content to take the lead in this situation. Vegetarianism smiled loopily at her.
“Everything!” shouted Bromatology, spreading his arms wide across the table. Their smiles faded.
“What is vegetarian and vegan?” asked Vegetarianism, calmer than her girlfriend.
“Oh, ladies, ladies, walk with me,” Bromatology led the couple across the lawn,
“Walk and tell me why you would limit your food choices in such a tragic way?”
After a four-handed push, the expansive backside of Bromatology lie bruised on the lawn. Vegetarianism and Veganism stormed away, and grudgingly Geology handed over a small amount of money to a smug Psychology.
Bromatology—the study of food
Geology—study of the Earth’s crust
Psychology—study of the mind
Veganism—the belief in excluding all animal products from the individual’s diet
Vegetarianism—the belief in excluding all or most animal flesh from the diet, but often accepting the consumption of milk, egg or fish ingredients
Bromotology’s Picnic
The picnic tables were lined with checkered tablecloths, and each seat held someone who was both hungry and excited. Geology, for once, was glad he had been dragged out by Psychology, even if she insisted on making bets on whatever she could with him. Bromatology, with the help of his assistants, set forth the feast he had cooked up. As he passed by the publicly affectionate Vegetarianism and Veganism, Veganism snatched the crisp, white material of Bromatology’s jacket. Psychology roughly patted Geology’s upper arm, directing him to watch; one of their bets involved the happy lesbians.
“What can we eat?” asked Veganism, content to take the lead in this situation. Vegetarianism smiled loopily at her.
“Everything!” shouted Bromatology, spreading his arms wide across the table. Their smiles faded.
“What is vegetarian and vegan?” asked Vegetarianism, calmer than her girlfriend.
“Oh, ladies, ladies, walk with me,” Bromatology led the couple across the lawn,
“Walk and tell me why you would limit your food choices in such a tragic way?”
After a four-handed push, the expansive backside of Bromatology lie bruised on the lawn. Vegetarianism and Veganism stormed away, and grudgingly Geology handed over a small amount of money to a smug Psychology.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Geology Makes a Friend
Cast:
Geology—study of the Earth’s crust
Psychology—study of the mind
Cetology—study of whales and dolphins
Nihilism— the denial of all real existence or the possibility of an objective basis for truth
Theology-- study of religion and religious doctrine
Geology Makes a Friend
Every seat was taken. Geology carried his drink gingerly, looking for somewhere to sit, hating himself for coming to a fast-paced party in the first place. He was much more comfortable in small gatherings, or even at outside festivals, but crammed-in house parties made him claustrophobic and nervous. Psychology could always talk him into doing things he wasn’t interested in, though.
He went into an adjoining room to find more of the same: bodies crammed into small sofas, or sitting all over the floor. He spotted Nihilism arguing with Theology in a corner. Nihilism had seated himself and his hair gel on the floor in front of a primly disapproving Theology, trying hard to keep her legs covered although she was seated on a hard-backed chair in front of him. Geology felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned, it was Psychology.
“Having fun?” she asked, eyes glittering, “Isn’t it interesting how Nihilism has gained the upper hand by taking the position of the lower person? Just fascinating, isn’t it? I’m sure Feminism would point out the use of the skirt by society to keep women weaker even when in the dominant position, but I guess she could spread ‘em and scare him off if she wanted to. He’s a weird one. Well, hang in there, relax!”
The torrent of talk over, Geology nodded, unexpectedly feeling a little better. He went into the next room, and spied his holy grail, an empty seat. Unfortunately, it was right next to Cetology, who smiled a nervous and self-effacing smile. Forgetting for the moment social hierarchy and his distaste of hearing someone drone on about something he didn’t care about, he sat down and expected the usual litany of whale-related information. Surprisingly, Cetology was silent under his mussy hair and outdated glasses. They stayed like this for a few more minutes. Geology couldn’t take it.
“Aren’t you going to tell me about the humpback, or how sad it is that there are no longer norwhales?” he asked.
“I’m just so glad someone is talking to me,” said Cetology meekly. Geology laughed.
“Want to take a walk around the grounds?” he asked, finally relaxing. Weights seemed to drop from Cetology’s shoulders, as well.
“Maybe we’ll find a Pilocene whale fossil.”
“Maybe.”
And they walked out, cups in hand, chatting amiably. Despite also chatting with a few avant-garde art movements, Psychology glanced at the two figures strolling across the lawn and smiled knowingly.
Geology—study of the Earth’s crust
Psychology—study of the mind
Cetology—study of whales and dolphins
Nihilism— the denial of all real existence or the possibility of an objective basis for truth
Theology-- study of religion and religious doctrine
Geology Makes a Friend
Every seat was taken. Geology carried his drink gingerly, looking for somewhere to sit, hating himself for coming to a fast-paced party in the first place. He was much more comfortable in small gatherings, or even at outside festivals, but crammed-in house parties made him claustrophobic and nervous. Psychology could always talk him into doing things he wasn’t interested in, though.
He went into an adjoining room to find more of the same: bodies crammed into small sofas, or sitting all over the floor. He spotted Nihilism arguing with Theology in a corner. Nihilism had seated himself and his hair gel on the floor in front of a primly disapproving Theology, trying hard to keep her legs covered although she was seated on a hard-backed chair in front of him. Geology felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned, it was Psychology.
“Having fun?” she asked, eyes glittering, “Isn’t it interesting how Nihilism has gained the upper hand by taking the position of the lower person? Just fascinating, isn’t it? I’m sure Feminism would point out the use of the skirt by society to keep women weaker even when in the dominant position, but I guess she could spread ‘em and scare him off if she wanted to. He’s a weird one. Well, hang in there, relax!”
The torrent of talk over, Geology nodded, unexpectedly feeling a little better. He went into the next room, and spied his holy grail, an empty seat. Unfortunately, it was right next to Cetology, who smiled a nervous and self-effacing smile. Forgetting for the moment social hierarchy and his distaste of hearing someone drone on about something he didn’t care about, he sat down and expected the usual litany of whale-related information. Surprisingly, Cetology was silent under his mussy hair and outdated glasses. They stayed like this for a few more minutes. Geology couldn’t take it.
“Aren’t you going to tell me about the humpback, or how sad it is that there are no longer norwhales?” he asked.
“I’m just so glad someone is talking to me,” said Cetology meekly. Geology laughed.
“Want to take a walk around the grounds?” he asked, finally relaxing. Weights seemed to drop from Cetology’s shoulders, as well.
“Maybe we’ll find a Pilocene whale fossil.”
“Maybe.”
And they walked out, cups in hand, chatting amiably. Despite also chatting with a few avant-garde art movements, Psychology glanced at the two figures strolling across the lawn and smiled knowingly.
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