Rubber Duckie's Book Club, now featuring Pirates of Pensacola by Keith Thomson


Pirates of Pensacola by Keith Thomson

Anything goes for discussion here as long as it pertains to the Prologue and Chapter 1. If you have a question for Keith type it on up and hopefully he'll be around to answer it.

To start things off, I have a few points of discussion myself.

1. You've received an invitation to the fifty-eighth annual Costume Ball at the Shore Havens Yacht Club. Who or what will you be?

2. Do you think the punch at the club was spiked? If so, which guest do you believe was most likely the culprit?

3. Question for Keith: Do you throw sidearm?

4. In today's reading assignment there's a scene which could be construed as symbolic, maybe even prophetic, when you consider the source (Keith) and his future writing endeavors. Do you know which scene I'm referring to? If you're not familiar with Keith's other writings, here's a clue... a "similar scene" is played out in De bijbel.

5. As a kid, the parking lot lines were balance beams to me. I would walk, stand on my hands and do cartwheels, practicing for my future reign as the next Nadia Comaneci. Am I the only one? Did anyone else out there have a unique or unusual use for parking lot lines? If so, please share.

6. Morgan inherited something from his father, perhaps unwittingly so. 10 DVP points for the first person to give me the correct answer.

7. Am I the only person who wonders why there are so many handicap parking spots and why they most always are empty and why the closest able-bodied spots are always full and more often than not, occupied by a car with handicap tags?

SCRIMSHAW CONTEST
Please take the time to draw, no matter how simple or archaic, the most vivid image in your mind conjured up from the Prologue and Chapter 1. Either do them in paint and email them to me at rubberdeeduckie@yahoo.com, or draw them on paper, scan them, and email them to me at rubberdeeduckie@yahoo.com. This is not about art, or drawing, but personal vision and sheer entertainment value. Please participate. All entries will be posted on the front page. Deadline for submission is tomorrow evening, Friday, at 7:00 p.m.CST. I can't wait. For inspiration, here's mine. What is it, exactly...

8. Morgan being left eternally in the oceanside arcade parking lot conjured up a frightening image from my childhood which I will share later. As a child, were any of you ever forgotten by your parents or were they way late in picking you up? Please dish all the juicy details.

9. And last, but not least, if you have a topic or issue or your own trivia question from today's reading material, please post it. The more, the better.

(As extra incentive, for some of the participation questions, there may be a handsome reward, so be sure and participate!)

The Book Club
Now that Wendyjo has her book it's time to begin. Our first session will be Thursday, April 13th. I intend to do it chapter by chapter, with an open forum discussion, including questions for the author. At present, there are no rules. Pretty much anything goes. The only request is that you limit your questions to the present day's discussion, i.e. Chapter 1 or whatever.

Simple enough. Right? Now get to reading.

The Book? Of course! The Book!

Pirates of Pensacola

If you don't have it, get it. You can order it online at Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble or buy it at your local bookstore.

Please read Chapters 1 AND 2 for Thursday, just in case.

See you then.

All ideas, suggestions, and input are welcome as to how we conduct ourselves in the future. You can email them to me at rubberdeeduckie@yahoo.com. For now, as waxwing might say, we'll "wing it".

The Native are Getting Restless, pardon my political incorrectness
I also dig Indian mascots.

I have almost finished my first leg of the story. You must be patient with me. I wasn't born a writer and it's all a little overwhelming. I don't want to disappoint.

RDD asked me to ask you if you all had received your Pirates of Pensacola book yet, specifically WendyJo as RDD will still be overseeing the book club.

Did anyone ever tell you I resembled the sketch of the person of interest?

Art

Ahem, testing, testing
Unfortunately, Rubber Duckie has been involved in a bit of a car accident this afternoon. No major injuries, however, she did suffer a bump on the noggin that appears to be creating what the doctors assure us is only a temporary case of amnesia.

I have taken it upon myself to stand in for Rubber Duckie for one reason, and one reason only. To finish the flocking story. You will have closure. RDD, bless her heart, although witty and somewhat intelligent, has her shortcomings. Finishing this story, among other things, is one of them.

I will succeed where all others have failed. I will tell the story.

Peace to the good. Torment to the Evil.

Art

So,
I've been living the lifestyle of a do nothing for approximately two days now. I must say, I think I'm getting the hang of it. I woke up this a.m. around 9:00, promptly rolled over and went back to sleep.

At around 10:00 I woke up and decided to take a steam bath, enjoying it for every bit of 30 minutes. I toweled off and felt the need to lay down again from the exertion. I grabbed the remote, slowly flipping, looking for the channel that would require the minimalest of mental participation on my part. I settled on FOX news.

I noticed where a new season of The Surreal Life begins soon. Sort of a pseudo problem there. It airs on VH1, my cable doesn't carry VH1. What's a do nothing to do about that? Any suggestions? Please keep in mind that there are rules.

Sincerely,

The Dude

Bowling Balls
So, the Dude went bowling last night, figuratively speaking, and there were a few observations I made. This truly is the sport for do nothings. It doesn't necessarily require practice nor cognizance to play. I mean really, what other sport do you know where one imbibes intoxicants for refreshments during play?

The one challenge seemed to be keeping up with the score, but I figure that's why the handy dandy computer tallied score screen was invented. Who can be bothered with keeping score when there's beer to drink and balls to roll? After all, it's the balls what makes the man.


Your phone's ringing...

Sincerely,

The Dude

I want to be The Dude...
Stumbling from White Russian to White Russian without nary a care in the world. The sloshing of my glass being the slightest nuisance if only because the precious fluid might be spilled, thereby going unconsumed, lost forever to the mysterious process of evaporation, rising as an intoxicating mist to be inhaled by the atmospheric powers that be.

I would live in a fog of self-gratification, blind to responsibility and social acceptance. To be, if only to be. Nothing more, nothing less.

Don't pee on my rug and I won't pee on yours. That's the stuff that peace is made of.

Sincerely,

The Dude

Jeepers
The complaints are deserved. Had this been a real job I would have been fired three days ago, left with nothing but the shirt on my back and the dream of someday becoming a roadie with Bingo. Actually, the thought of inebriated fur is appealing right now.

I made a deal with my other personality to finish my story, which I will do.

I hope you all have your Pirates of Pensacola books handy as well as our book club will begin soon. For those of you who don't, GET IT!

Because you're such a helping group of people and participation is completely optional, please check out the following:

SORRY! CLICK HERE!!!!!

Alright...I was never a boyscout, obviously,
And I apologize for using their name in vain. I had some technical difficulties over the weekend that have been resolved. Mainly, I had to give my hubby a personality adjustment. We'll see how long it lasts.

If you're a Boy Scout and you live in the neighborhood come on buy and I'll buy some popcorn for my penance.