http://www.hardlypie.com Disabled Psychologist, Semi-Retired Alienist, Emerging on a Beach Near You. Thu, 19 Jul 2007 15:04:20 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Hope is annoyed. "But Otto, like Mr. Goat, you have so reversed the flow of this conversation that I'm giving you information -- prior to hearing the secret you were so anxious to tell!" Otto understands with a start. "I hardly noticed! Mr. Goat asked me: What is the ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/07/the-altar-part-two/ Otto: "Joy of the Lord's day, Sister Faith!" Hope: "Cut it out out, Otto. Mr. Goat isn't even in the building." "You're certain?" Otto asks. "Because I don't want to disappoint him. He told me that, being without original sin, I have perfect understanding of scripture. And he said if I ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/07/the-altar-part-one/ "Stewart!" The call of Bethany, Mrs. Doctor Stewart Hardlypie (sometimes referred to as SHE WHO MUST NOT BE CONTRADICTED): "What have you done this time? Why are all these Christian ads peppering our website? Nothing against Christians, but Stewart, you're a Jewish doctor treating the Devil and God forgive us, you even ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/07/progress/ I'm a-going to stay where ya sleep all day Where they hung the jerk who invented work In the big rock candy mountains... He never should have left his chair, or floated down the concrete stairs to the road, light as a feather. He imagined, once there, that if he hauled buns ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/07/hard-time/ And in that very instant, Dr. Stewart Hardlypie -- obsessive-compulsive biographer for the Junkyard of Reality -- begins to see the first scintillations of light coloring his favorite autumn-leaf quilt, and hear the jury of birds disposing the arrival of morning. With a great sigh that would deflate the belly of ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/07/emergence-part-three/ "Stewart, stop rummaging around for the sticks, they're not in there." "No sticks, Mama, the spiritually disabled need sticks!" "Stewart, the Navy buried you at sea. Fine sailors with legs like oak trees, squeezing 500 squeaky beasts to pipe you into heaven." "No sticks -- bagpipe music, Mama -- did ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/06/emergence-part-two/ Long ago, in a galaxy far away, a voice was droning: "Stewart. Wake up, Stewart. Wake up, Stewart. Wake up..." Over and over, so many times, so that two arms bumped against the walls of a dark space, and a chubby index finger went into each of two ears. The voice droned ... http://www.hardlypie.com/2007/06/emergence-part-one/