Paris & Sydney @Nostradamus-23
Come visit us!
Thanks Edie. This gathering was illuminating. I came in not quite understanding the “avatar sharing” notion despite a lot of personal experience with my “sister.” You clarified that and opened up to a lot of different options. Fun stuff.
Hello children! I’m little Meggie’s Aunt Renie! I’m not sure if I qualify for #1850charla since, so far, I’m still alive! But believe you me, sometimes I feel like I was born in 1850! Have a wonderful week kids!
OMG Auntie! I’m so glad you’re here! I need your advice! My love life sucks! (again!)
Why do I keep falling for Dummy’s auntie!? What’s wrong with me??
So, first, I meet this guy Oscar. He’s SO cute! And then he tells me I’m not “Meg” anymore, that from now on I will be known as “Ellie.” kk, maybe that was a little “I-will-remake-you-into-my-ex-wife”-ish, but he was a really cute guy and I thought he really liked me and so I was cool with it.
Then around Christmas I sent him a love letter. (scented, even!) And then he’s all cold and like “Well I’m sorry Ellie, but I just don’t like you that way.”
WTF!?
So then I meet this other Dummy, Donnie. He’s really hot. Like hot-hot-bad-boy! I think he’s actually Oscar’s cousin or uncle or I’m not sure what. Anyway, Donnie’s WAY less uptight than Oscar. I’m pretty sure Oscar must be a member of the conservative party, and Donnie, well, I think the only thing he’d do in a voting booth is urinate in it! Crazy times with Donnie!
So I thought Donnie was gonna come visit me and I waited all day at the SYD arrival gates (same place where I picked you up when you came to visit, remember Auntie?) and anyway I just stood there all afternoon holding this stupid sign that said “Donnie.” And he never showed up! Now he’s just, like missing. Where the hell are these guys? What’s wrong with them?
What’s wrong with me?
Am I coming on too strong auntie?
Am I making poor choices?
Am I seeking out destructive relationships?
Am I afraid to be happy?
Help me Aunt Renie!!!
Oh my poor, dear Meggie! I’m so sorry to hear that those Dummies don’t appreciate your beauty. If they have eyes at all they must see your outer beauty, but perhaps their souls are on other journeys and this is not the time for them to consider the depth of your inner beauty.
I hate to seem opportunistic about your bad fortune, but you’ve inspired me to finally do something I’ve been saying I’d do for the whole 2 years since I retired.
It’s true! I’ve finally opened my advice column, Dear Aunt Renie so if you, or any of your friends would like to come by, I’d be pleased to consider all questions and offer the best wisdom my years can provide.
I sure hope Donnie arrives on this flight! You don’t think that tiny crack in the fuselage matters, do you? Travel as a disembodied head must be precarious. I sure hope Donnie’s ok and that my Tree Surgeon friend can help him!
Sweet Meggie, you’re breakin’ my heart, kid. I ain’t on that plane. I just dunno how to reach you, sweetheart. Geez, Meggie, it looks like you live in some kinda perfect, magical world: all those clean lines and…how’d y say it – rendered? – yeah, glossy rendered surfaces…and I just dunno how to get my…er…well…my head around it…Aw, Meggie, I’ve got tears in my eyes. I feel like I’m really disappointin’ you kid. I’m real sorry I’m not there, kid. Real sorry.
I know Donnie. The airline gate agent couldn’t find you either:
http://megoryan.me/post/74949112373/looking-4-donnie
But please don’t go to Oscar’s quack in Paris. He will bring you no peace. I’m certain of it.
Hey Donnie! Here’s a little pix of me with my Aunt Renie. Her best friend passed away suddenly and she was feeling a little melancholy, but then she decided to just go for it and enjoy life. She flew to Sydney to visit me. Here we are dancing on the Harbour Bridge. Where are you Donny? We should totally hook up sometime!
Geez, Meg, sweetheart, if I had an arm I’d offer you flowers…
Where am I? Where am I? Between a rock and a hard place. A rock and a hard place, kid.
Listen, kid, Oscar says he knows some fancy doctor in Paris who can kit me out with new arms and legs. New hands and stuff. But I sureas hell can’t afford the slow boat to Europe. Heck, kid, though, so I had this moment of – I dunno – prescience? drunken vision? of some guy – a wizard or magician or something in your neck of the woods who can make hearts and brains, movin’ parts – listen, kid, if he can make that stuff do you reckon you could ask him if he could make me a body?
Oscar says there’s a map – some Goggly Googly thing – I dunno – and y’have t’ follow a yellow brick road to find this surgeon guy…
You’re an amazing person Donnie. Some who haven’t gone through half what you have are just broken and bitter, but you sing love songs! I don’t care what anyone says about your raspy voice, it’s beautiful to me.
Paris doctor? IDK Donnie. Oscar has some crazy stories about hunting for “une mécanisme”. These things don’t seem to end well. I know a good tree surgeon here in Sydney. Do you want to come convalesce? Or maybe you can reach out for other experts in your area. If you hear some quack say “une mécanisme” though… run Donnie! Get the hell out while you can!
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