Introduction

This blog is the online representative of my writing throughout the 1990s. Fortunately or unfortunately, I do not write like this anymore. I intended to publish the zaniest bits in a book entitled Utter Weirdness. There will be no such book written by the current me.


For a good portion of the nineties, I was socially awkward--weird. I guess the term "weird" is still somewhat of a compliment for teenagers. Instead of interacting with people awkwardly, I chose to compose weird pieces of writing. However, it's not the same writing as one would find in Weird Tales. Writing, college, and my first teaching job helped me overcome my sense of being weird. The transition was kind of like this: shy guy to immature prankster to goofy reactionary to apparently less weird.


After a lot of self-reflection and analysis, I believe I was actually quite normal. I was just behind in social development, and I believe I'm somewhat in the "normal" range. I can be weird if I want to be, but I'm not constantly in a state of weirdness like I thought I was for the last decade of the 20th Century.


So here it is, the utterly weird writing of Jeremy, 1990-2000. If you prefer not to read in this random order, use the labels to read by genre or time period (high school, college, first teaching job).

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The Library

Person E is at the library trying to check out some books with Person F being the librarian

E: Here's my books, miss.

F: Miss?

E: Excuse me, I'm deaf.

F: Huh?

E: Exactly. I would like to check out these books.

F: Why?

E: I want to read them.

F: So do a lot of other people.

E: Just let me check out these books.

F: Tomorrow.

E: No, today!

F: I'm busy.

E: Doing what? No one else is checking out books right now.

F: Because they're smart.

E: Come on, check out these books. Slight pause. Please!!

F: I don't believe in magic words and other hocus pocus.

E: Did I say a magic word?

F: You said please.

E: So what!!! Check out the books for Pete's sake.

F: Who's Pete?

E: Saint Peter...I don't know!!

F: Whose fault is that?

E: Come on, man. 
He shoves the books into "F" 
Check them out!

F: Don't you be shoving this books in my gut. I just had a hernia operation.

E: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

F: I apologize for lying.

E: Lying? For what??

F: That hernia thing. I never had one.

E: You will soon if you don't check out these books!!

F: Shh! This is a library.

E: Really?? Do they let people check out books?

F: They? Who are you talking about.

E: The librarians...You!!!

F: Yes, we let people check out books.

E: Good!

F: Not today though.

E: Why?

F: We're closed.

E: Then why am I in here?

F: How should I know? I'm the one who should be asking that question. Anyway, I apologize for lying again.

E: About the library being closed?

F: What?

E: Never mind. May I check out these books please.

F: looking at the clock Wait.

E: For what??

F: Until it's time to...check...out the--ah, ha! You can check them out now. 
 "E" hands "F" the books. "F" reads the first book: The Secret in Getting the Person of Your Dreams. Are you having some dating problems?

E: Don't get into my personal life. Just check out the books!

F: No! Not with that snotty attitude.

E: I'm sorry for yelling at you.

F: Not gonna work, sorry. I've had enough of your caterwauling attitude.

E: Caterwauling? What kind of word is that?

F: It's an adjective.

E: What does it mean, I mean.

F: You're mean all right.

E: What is the definition of that word you said before.

F: This is a library. Go find a dictionary yourself.

E: Only if you check out these books.

F: That's blackmail!

E: I wouldn't call it that...

F: I'm not going to conform to your evil ways.

E: I'm not evil.

F: Do you go to church?

E: Yes, every Sunday.

F: Which one?

E: St. Mary's.

F: So do I. I've never seen you there, though.

E: Interesting. Can you please check out these books?

F: Yes, I can.

E: May you please check out these books?

F: Book check-out time is over. 
 An old woman comes to the desk to get her books checked out. "F" checks out her books.

E: Look! 
  He points at her leaving.

F: What?

E: You just checked out her books.

F: So?

E: Why did you check out her books and not mine.

F: She's old! If you went to church, you would have learned that you should help out the elderly.

E: What about the needy?

F: Help them too.

E: Then I need for you to check out these books.

F: I think it's more of a matter of want.

E: This is the last time I'll ask you: Will you please check these books for me?

F: No!

E: Fine! 
  "E" begins to walk out of the library. As he walks out, "F" begins to check out his books. "E" comes back in.

F: Hello again!

E: You checked out my books.

F: You have a keen eye.

E: May I have them?

F: The librarians?

E: No, the books!

F: What books?

E: The books you checked out for me.

F: I didn't check out any books for you.

E: What are (He points to the books) those, then?

F: My books.

E: What???

F: I checked them out for me.

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