I was just making dinner the other day when L. came into the kitchen. She looked here and there, but mostly there, saying “What are we eating tonight B-kins, and don’t say Cabbage again!”
Lola tossed and turned in her sleep, while the dream-machine displayed exactly what was going on in her subconscious. Barney the Vision Moose wondered why she had such troubled dreams, but luckily for the most of us, we really don’t remember what went on when we were “getting” a good night’s sleep anyway!
Seated at the table, B. said, “Lola my love, let us dine together and toast to our love everlasting!” said while pouring two glasses of the finest wine direct from the Wayneyard Vineyards of Healy Alaska.
B. started their usual banter. Just the other day, the lads and I at the Bent Antler Bar in Homer, were shooting the breeze about our usual, mundane topics when Armand said, “Have any of you tasted the newest crop of Gluons lately?” We just shook our heads saying, “You know that Gluons are not available in the Winter in Alaska, so – Wally just shook his head in dismay after hearing the word, Alaska, but-“
Lola just munched on her Quantum Salad, noticing the interesting flavors and colors involved. “Is this…?” pointing at the Quarks, and Hadrons, while B. just said, “Uh-Huh” then continued to eat, while continuing with his story.
B. said, “Armand you’ve most likely been had by some shyster who had been selling those Gluons as locally-grown, but knowing how they aren’t in season right now, I would have said,” I wouldn’t trust that salesman as far as I could throw him!”
Lola just stared at me and said, “Are you telling me that these here” – pointing at the fundamental particles before her – “are not locally-grown?”
I tried to hide the fact that her usual Gluons were delayed being shipped from the supplier in Cern, but Lola was not born just yesterday, that is if you’d wound her atomic clock, as I was known to do on the odd occasion!
So Wally says, “I think we need to stand Unified on this subject and gather the many Strings together in our Theory and present them to the local growers association, and hear what they are going to do about this problem!”
L. just looked at B. across the table saying, “This reminds me of the time when you were trying to seduce me with your fancy words like Quantum chromodynamics, while pouring me drink after drink at that bar in Healy, Alaska trying to feel your way along my leg to see if our electrical charges matched!”
Lola wondered if eating too much Spiced Wikipedia would make blogs like this end up in the Trash Can, but since she was just dreaming this sequence, while others were doing the writing, she decided to step into B.’s particle accelerator, and see how long the ride of her life would last…..
“Stick with me Baby, and soon our love will exceed the Speed of Light!”
L. knew that was an impossibility, but then Men did try just about anything at all in order to toss her Quantum Salad, or whatever it was they called that kind of thing in Cern today?
With the dishes put away, then the hum of the organic dishwasher was heard burping in the background, the two lovers retired to the bedroom, where-
Barney the Vision Moose wondered why he was present in this blog at all? Was he just a random story element, that went nowhere and did nothing, but showed up in the beginning and at the ending just in case the blog needed propping up along the way?
With the blog drawing to a close, the pages of Wikipedia were placed aside for another time and place. Lola was a bit sad that the original intent of the story line got muddled in too many subplots, while the boys at the Bent Antler were still discussing topics that lacked any form and function whatsoever, as the blog lights started to dim, allowing the lights of inspiration again room to flourish and bloom.
-in someone elses imagination, that is….