Fantastical Philosophical Fiction: converting vast amounts of ordinary and phenomenal imagination into conceivable, genuine sagacity, while constantly searching for peculiar originality within the abyss of dreams.
Welcome to earth, it's for Amusement Only.
Yesterday, as I was browsing the
Internet, I noticed an advertisement about how to improve your Résumé.
Instantly, a thought occurred to me. I have never written a Résumé. None of the
jobs I ever applied for required one. I just showed up and they hired me on the
spot. I know it sounds strange, but it’s true, and my wife hates me for it.
Although, there is one exception, but I’ll reveal that at the end.
Today I shall attempt to write my
first ever Résumé! Unfortunately, I’m not quite sure what goes into one, and
I’m too lazy to research the particulars. Therefore, I’ll just jot down what I
think is important and/or required.
Name: James L. C. Kafka
Marital Status: Married, but that status can change at any moment.
Race: I was pretty good at running the mile in High School.
Current Occupation: Residential Lawn & Garden Superintendent, Housing
Maintenance Supervisor, Sustenance Wrangler and Cook, Finance Clerk, Domestic
Clothing Purifier, Dishware and Utensil Sterilizer, and Volunteer Bartender at
the Polish American War Veterans Club.
It feels wrong being on this side of the bar!
Education: Kindergarten & Elementary School Graduate. I completed 4
years of High School. My GPA was
better than 215 other students out of 825 and I received a diploma. I was highly recruited by the
United States Air Force and Navy. I signed with the Air Force and attended their 8 week physical and mental
training course. I passed.
Previous Employment: Paperboy – 2 years. Fence Painter - 4 hrs. Hotel Bellboy - 1 year. Automotive repair apprentice – 4 months. Railroad Blockhouse Ice
Chipper – 2 days. United States Air
Force – 12 years. Radio Disc Jockey – 1 year. High School baseball umpire – 12 years.
Football Coach – 10 years. Professional Golf Instructor – 2 years. Golf Course
manager and maintenance supervisor – 2 years. Grocery Store Stock Clerk – 8
days. Automotive parts delivery driver – 6 months. High School shop teacher
(small engines) – 1 year. High School job placement coach for special needs children
over the age of 16 – 2 years. Janitor – 1 year. Domestic Child Development Coordinator –
38 years and counting. (We have 4 children; you never stop being a parent and
you can’t get fired, no matter how hard you try.)
Higher Education: 60 day Modern Male-Female Behavioral Science class. (Dated my
future wife) I passed. Male Commitment 101 - (Got married). Human Creation 101,
201, 301, and 401 – graduated Sumo Wrestler Yell Loudly, whatever that means. Potty
training children in one day 101, 201, and 301. I failed the 401 class, only because the female child didn’t respond to my male training techniques. Advanced Marriage
Protocol Degree – PHD, with 38 years practical experience.
Undocumented Education and
Experience: Innovative adult-child
negotiating tactics 401. (I advocated for my children’s defense in the principal’s
office at least 150 times.) Stay-at-home dad - 14 years.
Hobbies: Coffee drinking, reading, day-dreaming, watching college basketball, sleeping, gambling, drinking rum, and laughing at the neighbor when he picks up his dog’s crap. Oh, and I
occasionally write stuff.
Domestic Experience: Chauffeur - Halloween make-up artist - Santa Claus impersonator -
Tooth Fairy assistant - School Project Builder - TV remote control operator - Spider, Mouse, and Cockroach
exterminator – Medical practitioner for minor wounds – Finder of lost socks - Carpenter - Electrician - Plumber - Child Psychologist - Interior Decorator.
References: Joe the Bartender, Roger the neighbor, and my wife. I’d list my
children, but I don't trust they to speak favorably about me. And please don’t call
my sisters; I know they'd never say anything good about me either.
Contact Information: Call the One-Eyed Pirate Tavern most days, but never after 5 pm.
Salary Expectations and Amenities: A minimum of $180,000 a year, company car, personal bathroom,
private office with a secretary, full medical and dental coverage, and 375
vacation days a year.
“Whatcha think, jimmy? Would you
“Nope! You’re over qualified for
just about every job out there.”
“I agree. Wanna eat lunch on the
patio? It’s a beautiful day.”
Note: My dream job – I have always wanted to write fantasy adventure
novels. However, no one ever hires an unknown person off the street to write
novels. So, I hired myself. I now have to pay myself, set my own
hours, and I have to pay someone to publish my manuscripts. I also have to do
my own marketing or I can pay someone to do that for me too. This job sucks! If I don’t
get fired soon, I’m gonna quit!
Based on my previous employment
record and being magically hired on the spot, I am stupefied as to why publishers
– publishing agents haven't called or contacted me yet. Maybe if I sent them this résumé they'd hire me.
It truly is a strange world and
it is for amusement only!
After reading a brief narrative about how punctuation evolved
over the years, I noticed it had an eerie similarity to the seven Ecumenical Councils.
Wikipedia Note: The first seven
Ecumenical Councils, recognized by both the eastern and western branches of
Chalcedonian Christianity, were convoked by Christian Roman Emperors, who also
enforced the decisions of those councils within the state church of the Roman
Empire. Acceptance of councils as
ecumenical and authoritative varies between different Christian denominations.
Disputes over Christological and other questions have led certain branches to
reject some of the councils that others accepted.
The key words in the above text
are enforced, acceptance, disputes, and reject. Let’s translate that to today’s
world, shall we?
The Enforcers are the Literary Police whose only purpose in life is
to point out mistakes. The Acceptee’s are the Readers; they like a good story
and don’t dwell on disputable punctuation. The Disputers are unimaginative 12th Grade
English teachers and College Professors; they know everything, just ask them.
And finally the Rejecters, they're people like me; we play with
punctuation like a child plays with Legos.
Out of necessity, jimmy and I convened our own Literary Ecumenical Council to determine our preferred definitions of punctuation.
A Period means stop, start a new sentence, go pee pee, get a drink, or continue reading.
A Comma means you need to take a
short breath, or perhaps, you just want to be a drama queen, and, add, an excessive
amount of, pauses.
A Semicolon is for a continued or specific finishing thought; or make a crazy long sentence that takes the
readers breath away; hey, you gotta exercise somehow while reading!
A Colon is for listing things like: rum, coke, ice, and lemon. A cool refreshing drink while reading is vital.
Quotation Marks are a writer’s
paradise. Inside them you can say it and spell it however you want! Quotation
Marks are like Las Vegas – What happens in the quotes, stays in the quotes.
An Exclamation Mark means you're excited
about what you just wrote! More than one is redundant!!! , but fun!!!!!!
A Question Mark denotes a
question or confusion. HUH?
Parenthesis they are a writer's VIP room. (See Quotation
Dashes and Ellipses – use them for
extremely . . . exciting . . . dramatic pauses, or . . . you simply want the reader – to
take a breath. Breathing is very important.
There you have it! Dr. jimmy
says that exploiting and manipulating punctuation is a great way to relieve
Note: Italicizing and Underlining mean you probably should pay attention to those words; there could be a pop-quiz about them later.
Librarians are the gatekeepers, protecting written knowledge for future generations to study and explore.
“Mr. Kafka; did you reread Homers
Iliad last night?”
“Yes . . . yes I did, jimmy.”
“That explains it.”
“Nothing. I’ll make you a grilled
cheese sandwich, and then we’ll go take a nap under the willow tree.”
Random thought - Had I known that
writing would have caused me so much sorrow, I never would have written a
single word. (How I felt the moment I killed off a character I enjoyed writing about.)
The Oscars (88th year) are coming soon. So, I decided to go on a quest in order to understand the purpose of award shows. According to my initial research, being nominated is just as big a deal as winning. I suppose it's kind of like when I get one of those things in the mail that states, "You might possibly have won a Cruise to a tropical island!" So, should I be happy I might possibly win?
Awards are given out every year for just about anything - the Oscar is definitely one of the most sought after by actors. (I recommend we all invest in a trophy shop; the award business is booming and it shows no signs of slowing down.)
Let us begin: Using my Encarta Dictionary, I
started with the word award and then picked out a particular word within the
definition and then looked up its definition. Sometimes this is necessary to
reveal the true rationale behind how something came into being. In other words, I
had nothing better to do today and also because, yesterday, at the casino, I lost a lot of money and now I'm broke and have nothing else to do but this.
Award - something such as a prize
that is given in recognition of somebody's merit or an achievement.
Achievement - something that
somebody has succeeded in doing, usually with effort.
Effort - mental or physical energy that is exerted in order to achieve a
Purpose - the reason for which something exists or for which it has been
done or made.
Reason - an explanation or
justification for something.
Justification – a circumstance
that justifies an action or attitude.
Attitude - an opinion or general
feeling about something.
Opinion - a view regarding the
worth of somebody or something.
EUREKA! I figured it out! Awards
are nothing more than an opinion! But if
that’s the case, why are people so excited to get an award or so angry when they don't? Every day there is always someone expressing how they don’t care about what other people think about
them or if they win an award, but yet, they accept it, and then they babble on about how happy they are. Confusing eh?
I think the key word was recognition.
People won’t readily admit it, but deep down inside, we all like it when
someone, anyone, recognizes us for something we did that required a good amount
of effort. A simple pat on the back can be a monumental award if it comes from
a person whose opinion is dear to us.
A coach patting you on the butt
for doing something exceptional was always appreciated, though now it is
frowned upon. Hmm, never mind, I’ll let that dog sleep.
Therefore and whereas, now that
we have discovered the true meaning of an award, I feel that jimmy and I are duty-bound
to also participate in the handing out of awards. Yes, you read that right. We
have begun the process of concocting three separate awards to recognize brilliant
and remarkable people for outstanding achievements. (Specific achievements will
be detailed at a later date.)
Winning anyone of the three Broke
Fiction awards will be bigger than winning an Oscar, Pulitzer, or Nobel Prize! Those awards are for wimps. Getting an award from Broke Fiction, however, will truly be a memorable
moment in the life of the recipients, and of course the fame and fortune that will surely follow.
I haven’t quite worked out all the
details yet - such as: what do you get or when we’ll announce the winners, but just
think how awesome it will be! You’ll be able to tell your friends that you won
a Broke Fiction Award (BFA). I know what you’re thinking; please don’t pick me!
Bah, it’ll be fun. Besides, we’re
professionals. We know what we’re doing. jimmy is a certified preternatural thinker;
he’s even got a piece of paper to prove it. And I’m crazy, so there’s no way
this is not a good idea.
“How did I get included in all
this and you never even asked me.”
“Okay fine. jimmy, do you wanna
“Sure, whatever, I’ll help.
Although, in the future, you should ask me first instead of just assuming I’ll