Russell Gayer, author speaker
The first cold front of the season moved into NW Arkansas this week. Connie dug our long-handles out of the dresser. I get to wear them Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and she gets ‘em Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday—wash day is on Monday. If the temperature drops any further, we may have to start wearing shoes.
Poor Connie’s been worrying day and night about her hens getting too cold. I suggested she knit each of them a sweater and some fuzzy mohair stocking for their little feet. She seems to think a couple of heat lamps is a better solution. Maybe so, but it doesn’t make much of a fashion statement.
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Slower than a mentally challenged sloth wading through molasses.
Weaker than single-ply bath tissue.
Unable to infuse short sentences with a single noun.
Yes, it’s Dyslexia Man, backwards visitor from the hills of Arkansas who came to Bloggywood with the power and ability to render the English language incomprehensible. Dyslexia Man, who can alter the meaning of common phrases, blend two-syllable words into inaudible gibberish. And who, disguised as Enos “Skin” Flint, half-witted blogger for Friday Flash Fiction, fights a never ending battle for humor, foolishness and the Redneck way.
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We can only hope our hero’s arch enemy and lifelong nemesis, Grammar Girl, will stop by to save us from the twisted vernacular and nonsensical jabbering of Dyslexia Man. Please hurry, Grammar Girl!
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Dear Dyslexia Man,
Why do I find the image of you and Connie sharing long-handles somewhat disturbing? Cold here in Belton, MO as well. I’ve already pulled out the long-johns and knee sox.
I somehow picture D.M. as Jethro Bodine who gradjiated the 6th grade. Come Grammar Girl! Come quickly!
You made me craugh…that’s cringe and laugh at the same time.
Shalom,
Susannah C.
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Dear Young Susannah,
I read Grammar Girl’s story this week and left a comment. I expect her to swing by and save the day at any moment now.
all the best – Enos Flint
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Fun stuff this week, Russell. I hope Dyslexia Nan gets along well with Grammar Grill. She’s definitely in need of some barbecued barts and other such assistance.
Cheers!
Marie Gail
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They’re polar opposites, Gail Marie. But it’s hard to be a Grammar Goddess unless you’ve got someone to correct.
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Mohair stockings are all the rage among backyard fowl this season in Texas. Absolutely, positively the funniest thing I’ve read all day, Russell. I don’t know if I’ll get a chance to join the fun this week, but I’m sure gonna try.
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I’ll tell Connie to verified the mohair stocking craze. Hopefully, she’ll change her mind. I’m looking forward to reading your story.
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At least you get to wear them when they’re in pristine condition Russell. Like Susannah, I’m disturbed by the mental imagery here. Oh, funny story too. Now back to the long handles… 😦
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Now, you’re making me feel guilty, but at least she gets them on Sunday.
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So on Monday in tribute to fighting the battle for the Redneck way is that when Dyslexia Man and Connie wrap themselves in squirrel pelts?
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You got that right, Sister. I bet you’ve got lots of wildlife there in Park Central that needs thinning out.
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Russell, Hilarious. 😀 Ah yes those cold winters. Being originally from northeast Ohio, I remember them well. Letting the water run a bit at night so the pipes wouldn’t freeze, wearing double everything when you went out, digging your car out of the snow, putting rolled towels along the bottoms of doors if drafts were coming in. I remember it well. Well written yet again. 🙂 — Susan
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Yeah, and it’s only November. It usually doesn’t get very cold here until after New Years’.
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Russell, I so enjoy your weekly or more What’s So Funny? Thought I ought to say so cause I look forward to what you’ve come up with now, and this one about knitting for the chickens is hilarious. You ought to go on the stage, or hey, maybe become a writer. lol
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People have told me before that I should go on stage, but most of them meant a long trek in a horse-drawn carriage as far from them as possible.
Thanks for the tip. I’d take up writing if it wasn’t for all that darn grammar . . . .
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Russ, just send me your address so that I can send you and Connie an additional pair of long-handles. Will the heat lamps make the eggs come out soft- or hard-boiled? As for Dyslexia Nam..er, Man…send me a bit of his dialogue and I’ll see what I can sort out. In the meantime, “never-ending” needs a hyphen. 🙂
janet
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Ah, Grammar Girl. I’ve see you’ve brought your trusty sidekick, Hyphenette. We’ve been awaiting your arrival. Thanks for the underwear offer too. I may have to take you up on that.
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Terrific! Funny from “the first cold front” to “grammar girl.” One of the best posts yet from a funny, funny guy.
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Thanks, Perry. Now, I feel bad about that comment regarding your hair–or lack thereof.
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The hens have no need of mohair stockings or jumpers here in out neck of the woods today, it’s 104 degrees. You have no idea how much I look forward to your offering to Friday Flash Fiction each week. Well done Russell, another sterling effort 😀
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Your hens would need string bikinis. Perhaps the bottomless variety. You don’t want the string running up in front of the egg-hole.
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Dear Russell,
This one finds you in top form, from pot ni uoy sdnif….oh wait, my comment has been hijacked by Palindrome Man!
Oh, well, you get my drift.
Hot water bottles for the hens and a ‘lactic blanket for you and Connie.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thanks, Doug. It’s 17 here this morning (and Connie’s day to wear the union suit) the hot water bottle sounds like a good idea.
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Stay warm, man! Don’t leave the house more than one persona at a time. You probably can’t anyway since you’re sharing the underwear or whatever.
You know, I thought I saw Dyslexia Man handing out tickets for IUD’s …
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That’s a scary thought
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Iv’e been waiting for a Dyslexia Man. Hooray, its’ the coming. Hope’fully wel’l have Apostrophe Maids’ debut soon.
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Yeah, me too. I just love the way she parts her hair.
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this completely knocked my socks off revealing my ingrown toe nail. well done.
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Ooo . . . please put your sock back on.
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I enjoy your intros and much as your story. I’m still thinking about the little hens with sweaters on, or shivering. I hope you stay warm. Just come out to California. It’s only brisk out here. Very funny! Grammar Girl is not as exciting as Dyslexia Man, and never makes me laugh! She makes me worry about my grammar. She’s no fun!
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We were out there last year in December. When it drops below 65 the locals put on heavy coats. We found it rather funny.
Grammar Girl is just doing her job. Someone’s got to be the bad guy.
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Dyslexia Nan sounds great, though I still miss my Grammar. Thank dog for your humour. Usually as funny.
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You thank.
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That was a fun post from beginning to end!
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Thanks, Dawn. A person can’t have too much fun.
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Shoes??
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I know, I know, but I’d rather be twinkle toes and frost-bit toes.
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This tickled my funny bone from “The first cold front” to “the Redneck way.” Thanks for brightening my day.
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Your comment brightened mine. Now we’re even.
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I love that you make me laugh, EVERY week, Russell… even as I know I missed something. Reading the comments between you, Doug and Rochelle just add to the magic! (and my sense of being out of the intellectual loop of things! You guys crack me up!) Stay warm, darlin’… it’s cold all around this here country!
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I’m glad you get a laugh. We do have quite a time, but Doug and Rochelle are the intellectuals. I’m the loopy one.
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Up in the bird – wonderful. I live with Dyslexia Man’s cousin and many a time we’re talking about exactly the same thing, but have no idea what the other is saying. (My aunt-in-law used to knit sweaters for chickens born without feathers. Would you like the pattern? 🙂 )
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We sure would. I also need enough stockings for 19 hens.
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I’ll see what she can come up with.
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I don’t know, Russell, give Dyslexia Man a good enough agent and he’ll make it big. That second line really made me laugh. That’s quite a mental image. 🙂
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I’m sure Dyslexia Man could get a reality TV show. Everyone else has one.
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I’m just rolling around the floor laughing here. That’s very funny.
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Glad it tickled your funny bone.
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Dear Dyslexia Man – I love it! You are so wise and clever! Great story Russell – you make us laugh and are the subject of many chuckles! Really inspiring story and a very, very fun read! Thanks for being born! Nan 🙂
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Ha.. yes better late than never .. this is so funny from start to end.. but best of all are the chicken sweaters..
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