Do Not Adjust Your Set: This Is Definitely A Test
I decided to test my good friend Reggie to see if he is reading my blog. Reggie is about the funniest guy around, with the exception of my husband, of course. I can always count on Reggie to give me a laugh with his wild, humorous tales of days gone by. Reggie is an artist. He’s not just any ole artist, though. He’s the world-renowned artist Reginald Stanton. (I always feel like I want to put ‘the third’ after his name because his name sounds so regal.) Anyway, Reggie has done work for Sea World, Disney, and Hugh Hefner. He’s even visited the Playboy mansion. I think we can guess which job he enjoyed the most. <wink, wink>
If I could just get him to comment on my blog, you’d see his funny side, which goes on for miles. For the most part, Reggie thinks I suck as a writer. (This is where the testing him to see if he’s reading my blog comes in. I know if he calls me and tells me to get over it and face reality, he’s actually visiting my page. If he doesn’t, ah-ha! Caught in the non-act.) It’s okay if he thinks I suck. He’s British. A book like Blackwater would probably leave most British people wondering what the hell it’s all about. Besides, what’s interesting to one is not so interesting to another. Writing is subjective. And Reggie is still one of the funniest guys around. He’s also one of the most generous souls I have ever met. Conversations with Reggie are always enriching and fun.
I’m sure I drive Reggie crazy with my weird ways. I call him up and say, “Hey, Reggie. How ya doin? Are you decent? Can I come for a visit?”
And he says, “At the end of the driveway again, are you?”
(My friends get used to me after awhile.) I usually call Reg to see if I can visit as I’m rounding the corner just down the street from his house. By the time he answers the phone, I’m already turning into his driveway. Fortunately, he’s a nice guy, so he doesn’t seem to mind my sudden intrusions. And if he was working on one of his beautiful paintings, I would happily go away until another, more convenient time because I know how it is. We don’t want to interrupt the flow of energy coming from that wonderful mind.
Meanwhile, since we all know that I want to form my own ghost hunter unit, I think Reggie would be a wonderful addition. He might want to strap on some body armor, though, because we also all know that I am a coward when it comes to things that go bump in the night. I once launched myself into a fairly good impression of the space shuttle coming back from the bathroom one night. Hey, stumbling around in the dark in the middle of the night is not easy for us ghosty types. Imagine…I’m walking down the hall when I hear a little “tink” sound behind me. With superhuman strength, my muscles gathered energy, bunched up, and with a sound something like “buhvuhvuhvuuuhvuh” coming from my lips, I launched myself into the air and hurtled at least ten feet before landing squarely on the bed. Don’t ask me what “buhvuhvuhvuuuhvuh” means exactly. But I figure it can be loosely translated to mean “Oh, sh*t! Something’s coming to get me.”
If Reggie visits, maybe he will comment and clip in his web address. His art is definitely worth seeing.
“Hey, Reg! Are ya decent? Can I come for a visit?”
Copyright 2008 C. D. Blizzard
C. D. Blizzard is the author of Blackwater, Broken, and Profile.
