Good news, everyone!

Last night I got an e-mail from my publisher saying that the coverage area for the paper has been increased from eight counties to ten, meaning that we’re pretty much the largest free paper in Northern Michigan now! According to fairly reliable websites, this means that approximately 150,000 people in these counties can pick up a paper at their local newsstand and read any number of tales featuring the creativity and splendor of yours truly – drinks cookies are on me!!!

Mmmm…tasty!

Tonight I baked cookies…but this is only the beginning!

One of my favorite things about the holidays is the baking, so I’ve got an entire list of desserts and so forth to create over the next few weeks. As far as I’m concerned, if you believe that such a smell exists that is more delicious than that of said Christmas cookies, then it’s really my civic duty to change your mind! Tonight was cinnamon sugar cookies, while I do believe that tomorrow night will be assorted bars, so bring your taste buds and stop on by…

I may be a poet and you don’t even know it!

In an effort to keep it real and expand my horizons, I’ve decided to venture forth into the uncharted corners of the literary world and explore some strange and new grounds. The characters are real, the emotions are real, and the rhymes are shaky at best – apparently you don’t really even need them in modern poetry anyways!

So here’s my latest creation – hope all of you peeps and chickies out there dig it…

The Disgruntled Stranger
by: Scott Sevener

It was an evening unlike any other,
the stars twinkling behind a moonlight sky
with a beautiful iridescence that might’ve mattered
had the roof been ripped off by a hurricane or something.

I was out of celery, and I really like celery.
So I came to your store
…ok, not technically your store, but you were working there at the time…
and it seemed only logical that everything would work out for the best.

Sometimes logic doesn’t always apply when you’re dealing with jerks.

As often it seems,
I needed a few other items as well…
orange juice
condoms
and some of those little cocktail weenies that are endorsed by Al from Home Improvement.

Aren’t those just delicious?!

I approached the checkout line, my arms full of much more than the celery that I originally came for.
I always forget to grab one of those little baskets, and this is my punishment.

Your gaze is like that of an intoxicated water buffalo,
almost as if you spent your last break smoking cheap grass out behind the dumpster.
And I get the feeling that your lack of enthusiasm about my purchases at this store
might be lessened considerably if you were actually conscious to witness the act.
I can almost taste the marijuana from where I’m standing.

But I say nothing as you fumble with each item to find the barcode, forgetting that I’m going to want to actually eat this stuff later.
I say nothing as you carry on with the cashier in the next lane about “where you’ll be partying when you get out of this hell hole in a couple of hours.”
And I say nothing as you proceed to bag each of my four, relatively small items in individual bags.

My total stutters from your lips as if you’re a baby just trying to speak for the first time…
Is your job really this difficult???
As I hand you a wad of bills from my wallet, your glare implies that I might as well have given you a handful of pennies…or even pebbles from the parking lot.
Time lapses and I swear I see my life flash before my eyes as you calculate the $2.23 change that I have coming.

You hand me $1.67, with a look that screams the war-cry of a rebelious youth,
but this time I’m not going to let it slide.

Fucking kids are gonna have to learn sometime…

I take my receipt and proceed to the nearest manager,
explaining that I’m still fifty-six cents short and that one of his cashiers is high as a kite.
We return to your lair and the tall, pasty general, power-tie and all, tells you to finish giving me my change.
I can feel the “fuck-you” in your eyes, as I grin from ear to ear and place the coins in my pocket.

Turning to leave, I know that you won’t be far behind me.
I might feel bad about costing you your job, but you didn’t really even like it anyways.
And besides, I am the customer…and the customer is always right.

As I leave your store, I look up to see that the sky truly does look beautiful tonight.
I wonder if you will notice this when you pass through these same doors.

Oh well – tonight will be a great tonight for some celery!

Today

Today I’m going to be productive. I feel completely rested and I am now ready to take on this massive backlog of work that I have sitting before me. This day off will be one to remember because it shall be from now on referred to as The Day That Scott Was Productive.

Just call me Mr. Productivity – yeah, that’s the ticket!

Busy like a bee…a very, very lazy bee…

I think I’m just trying to do too much.

I’ve been attempting in vain for the past several weeks to get caught up with everything, being the magazine, my own personal columns, and so forth, but it seems like I’m always about three steps behind where I would like to be and unfortunately, I still can’t see myself finding the horizon anytime soon. I had everything laid out to bring myself up to speed last week, but somehow I ended up sleeping through most of my free time. This week I’m working about 20 hours over my normal schedule, so I guess I should just be happy to make it through the week! I don’t want to drop anything, especially the magazine because it’s just come too far already, but I don’t like missing deadlines continuously and constantly leaving everyone wondering what’s going on. I’m also trying to avoid going on hiatus to “catch up” because that never seems to work anyways, so here I am, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

In other news, Kim left on her cruise this morning, which was kinda sad, but I know she’s going to have a great time and it gives me a week to make plans for the best birthday she’s ever had! I bought Final Fantasy X last night at Target for $15, although I don’t think I’m going to even try to start playing it this week. Along with the contemplation of Christmas gift selection coming up soon and how I’m going to get myself out of this hole over the next six days so that I can feel free to enjoy Sunday and all that it will entail, it’s safe to say that I’ve just got too much on my mind! Anyone want to go have a drink???

“…it’s not for you…”

I think that, just like those car commercials on the radio that involve honking horns and whatnot, any commercial on television during which a cell phone rings, thus making the rest of us think that our own phones are ringing, should be banned.

Did that sentence make any sense at all???

I scream, you scream…

Riddle me this:

Why don’t you people use ice cream freezer bags down here?! I went to purchase a carton of ice cream this evening and, remembering that the last carton was damn near already a liquid by the time I had gotten home, I asked the cashier to put it in a separate bag. She looked at me like I was out of my mind…because apparently they just don’t do that here. It’s something like forty degrees colder up in Michigan right now and I’d bet you a dollar that every single carton of ice cream that comes out of the store gets its own bag, so why hasn’t this technology made it to the south yet?

Needless to say, I had to drive straight home, ignoring all traffic lights, just to avoid ice cream soup – color me befuddled.

…nail on the head…

AUGUST:

Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

( What does your month say about you? )
Post your list and strike what you feel doesn’t apply to you…