Sinergy
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Journal Entry, October 21, 2006 I have been accepted into the Neanderthal tribe, who seem to believe that the aroma emanating from my orange jumpsuit with reflectors on it elevates me to the position of village shaman. Today, when I presented my "job ticket" to the one wearing the clipboard, he expressed his morpheme and pointed to one of their powered chariots. I was puzzled by this, and expressed my morpheme, hoping to learn more about their bizarre rituals. The, for want of a better term, Dock Shaman raised his hands heavenward and expressed his morpheme eloquently and with great fervor and pointed toward the large white object tied up to the dock, and then back at the chariot, and screamed in a manner which let me know that I was to board the chariot. I did not smell whiskey on his breath, which was shocking at 8am. I was taken aback by this (LWD) object, but I knew that if I did not attempt to blend in with the neanderthal, I would be shunned and my research would be worthless. So I boarded my chariot, and advanced on the Large White Object (LWD). A metal or wicker cage was unloaded by a large beast and presented to me, which I picked up with my chariot and took to the people with the uncouth name of "porter." They expressed their morpheme in appreciation, and waved me away. Apparently I was providing service to some base religious ceremony, as the people referred to (in morphemeless fashion) as passengers provided legal currency in tribute to the "porters." I can only hope that some day I will be elevated to porter so that I may fill my pockets with riches as they do. I may have passed my window of opportunity, the Dock Shaman seems to think that I am too highly prized as a chariot driver to be subjected to the base job of "porter." I have heard of other jobs of "porter" to the south, which I can do, and I may have to relocate down to Sandy Eggo to study these in greater lengths. The LWD is apparently an object of religious adulation for these uncouth people. It floats of its own accord tied up to the dock, and has hundreds of people with flower necklaces on, waving at us neanderthals below. I am starting to suspect that this division between those wearing orange and expressing our morpheme, and those on the ship yelling happy farewells and wearing flowers, is the first signs of a schism which I suspect will doom the neanderthal to the annals of paleontology. After dispensing of all of the items emanating from the forward pie-hole of the LWD, it was my job to show it obeisance in the form of foodstuffs, driven by my chariot and placed into it's unholy maw while the neanderthal inside express their morpheme in appreciation. I did this for 6 hours, and one they called my "relief" showed up and sent me home shortly after the lunch hours. For this, I am given tribute for 9 hours of activity. I am not sure what it all means, but I give to you the fruits of my research. Sinergy
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