cry-uncle

I JUST USED A SHORT STORY GENERATOR AND I’M DYING oH MY GOD READ THIS

(It’s called Two Lonely Uncles Crying to the Beat and I love it.)

Charles Xavier had always loved Busy Genosha with its strong, snotty Shops. It was a place where he felt Confused.

He was a Sweet, Inquisitive, Tea drinker with Porcelain Eyes and Tall Fingers. His friends saw him as a black, brief Benefactor. Once, he had even helped a delicious manikin recover from a flying accident. That’s the sort of man he was.

Charles walked over to the window and reflected on his Alive surroundings. The storm teased like fixing Birds.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Erik Lehnsherr. Erik was a Hardened Mouse with Brunet Eyes and Frail Fingers.

Charles gulped. He was not prepared for Erik.

As Charles stepped outside and Erik came closer, he could see the mutated smile on his face.

“I am here because I want To be fixed,” Erik bellowed, in an Intelligent tone. He slammed his fist against Charles’s chest, with the force of 861 Deer. “I frigging love you, Charles Xavier.”

Charles looked back, even more Empty and still fingering the cracked man. “Erik, I love you,” he replied.

They looked at each other with Wary feelings, like two mushy, magnificent Mice kissing at a very Amused birthday, which had piano music playing in the background and two Lonely uncles crying to the beat.

Charles regarded Erik’s Brunet Eyes and Frail Fingers. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Erik.

“Please?” begged Charles with puppy dog eyes.

Erik looked Melancholy, his body blushing like an annoyed, abundant a bed.

Then Erik came inside for a nice cup of Tea.

Going through the “Uncle Grandpa” tag made me feel a lot better.  Not only are the negative posts few and far between, but there are many people that had never bothered to give UG a chance that declared it to be their favorite episode.

Sure, there are those people here and there saying “That was so STUPID!”, and continuing to cry about it, and those are exactly the people that the episode was trying to address with its closing message (I wouldn’t be surprised if the episode was created because of the fact that there were SU fans spreading hate in the UG tag from day one).  They were looking in a mirror being held up by Uncle Grandpa, and they couldn’t stand what they saw.

Don’t take cartoons so fucking seriously.  Cartoons weren’t created for people to act clingy, obnoxious, and entitled about them, nor to project themselves onto to the point where they become hyper defensive if things don’t go the way they had hoped. 

Cartoons were created to explore a new medium that made the impossible possible (why do you think so many of the earliest cartoons were so goddamn weird?  Like, have you seen any of the early Fleischer brothers cartoons??).

If unrestricted imagination isn’t your cup of tea, then fine.  More fun for the rest of us.

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Ps Eliot - Cry Uncle (Nervous Energies Session)

I know I’m selfish, I know I’ll only hurt you again…

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PS Eliot - Cry Uncle

I’ve been the blogkeeper here for a couple years or so at this point. I’ve asked very little for myself. Because I’d just as soon try to shake out a way to handle it myself and get help for other people. But I’ve been trying and it’s getting to a boiling point where I’m crying uncle and asking for help. My monthly expenses are ridiculous during the summer due to cooling in 100+ temperatures. It’s getting harder to stay on top of other things like daily necessities. 

Would not ask if I wasn’t sitting here staring at my bank account and the amount of time left in the month and figuring 30 cents a day isn’t enough to make it. I get less than $950 a month from social security. I do get some electric assistance or my bill would be even more astronomical and I don’t receive housing subsidies (wait lists too long) and food assistance is less than $70 a month.  So. The question. May I please get a break? A buffer? Some extra so I can make it through the rest of the month and hopefully temperatures will drop next month so my electric drops and loosens up some money to reallocate somewhere else for a bit. 

Any/all funds will be going directly to expenses associated with my continued existence upon this earth.  Anything you can donate to the cause of Moriah having ONE month in the foreseeable future where she gets to breathe and not worry about things QUITE as much would be greatly appreciated. 

Thank you so much for following me and considering this request. 

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Throwback to Steve and Uncle Daniel at Daniel’s culinary school graduation! Steve was so proud of his baby brother and wanted a photo of the two to celebrate.

i can’t believe this i was feeling alittle down and sorry for myself as i had no plans for the remainder of the holiday and my uncle just messaged my mum asking if i want to spend a week in france and i’m crying i love my uncle and auntie and cousins so so much a week with them will be a dream :’) this is too much

An old man sits alone, ranting in a nasally monotonous drone. He breaks into rueful laughter, threats of violence, mockery, maudlin lament…. An angry drunken uncle crying out into the wilderness of a Tuesday night bender? A tough guy left behind in the world, unable to stomach its restrictions and blithe hypocrisies? A mad poet on his way to the grave? An everyman rambler whose seen-it-all candor and hardass sense of humor command the common people’s ear?

All of the above was beloved novelist, raconteur, poet, and trenchant essayist Charles Bukowski.

“I planted these seeds here years ago”

bullshit, bullshit. I’m literally calling bullshit kurama there is no possible fucking way you did that unless literally every single inch of demon world is covered in plants of yours and that’s literally physically impossible for even you.

like no, I’m sorry my suspension of disbelief is crying uncle you’ve bent it too far, nuh uh