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The Daily SlackerThe Daily Slacker

Slacker's Odyssey: Preface

Thursday, December 08, 2005

I shall tell you of a boy, slacker, not very much unlike many other children in his lovely Wisconsin city. It was the year of the weddings. Each school day, in lovely little ceremonies of daisies and dandelions young girls would be wed to young boys in the prairie of the local elementary school. The blissful marriages lasting until the school bells rang. Tomorrow would be another ceremony for another happy couple, but never the same couple twice. This boy was married twice that year to girls whose names would be forgotten. Little did he know those names, put out of his head so long ago were the beginning of a great journey that would soon unfold.

So I write to you of the slacker, of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Madison. Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds, many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open road, fighting to save his life and bring his sanity home. But he could not save himself from disaster, hard as he strove - the recklessness of his own ways destroyed him all, the blind fool, he dated the daughters of the Sun and the Sungod blotted out the day of his return. I launch out on his story, and start from where I will - I write for our time too.*

The journey has continued to this day with many wonderous and terrible encounters along the way. The gods have place many an obstacle in his path. Be they sirens, sisters of Calypso or Circe or those yet unknown, he continues on persisting in hopes of finding his own Penelope. With that let his story begin.

* - Shamelessly plundered from The Odyssey

posted by Chief Slacker @ 1:28 PM,




8 Comments:

At Thu Dec 08, 03:31:00 PM, Blogger Nicholas said...

I am three for three in slacking awesomeness.
There has to be some Freudian-type thing where you fight the "Cyclops", right?
Man, I remember what we did with the flowers in our pre-school yard. Picked them all, counted them, and played bank. I'm serious. Bank. Thus is my childhood.
(Sobs)

 
At Thu Dec 08, 03:48:00 PM, Blogger The Other Half said...

i don't think you were ever made aware that you made my "list" a couple posts ago!!!

 
At Thu Dec 08, 03:59:00 PM, Blogger Pieces of Me said...

slacker: um....

Nicholas: I dont know who you think you are but you better quit trying to take my place

Miss Tude: a list?? oh how fun...am I on it??

 
At Thu Dec 08, 07:18:00 PM, Blogger Nicholas said...

Pieces: It's not my fault I'm not allowed to leave my computer! My butt is melded to the seat, and I'm skinny, so we're talkin bone, here; we're talkin pain!

 
At Fri Dec 09, 07:46:00 AM, Blogger Amber said...

Love it. Can't wait for the rest of the "odyssey"!!

 
At Fri Dec 09, 09:05:00 AM, Blogger FINY said...

Arg, you can't just leave us hanging like that!

 
At Fri Dec 09, 10:38:00 AM, Blogger OzzyC said...

Oooooh, this looks like it'll be fun!

Finy: He's doing exactly what he's supposed to do... leave us hangin,' so we anxiously return later.

'Tude: What do we have to do to get on your list? I'm sure I'm inelegible, considering that I'm happily married and all, but inquiring minds want to know what's required to get onto a cutie's list.

 
At Mon Dec 12, 07:20:00 PM, Blogger Jill said...

And you plunder so well.

 

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