{"id":421,"date":"2011-05-12T22:19:00","date_gmt":"2011-05-13T03:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.kaybuena.com\/blog\/?p=421"},"modified":"2011-05-16T10:26:57","modified_gmt":"2011-05-16T15:26:57","slug":"part-2-the-3rd-party-existention-so-what-happend-to-bettyjane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stgn.kaybuena.com\/blog\/part-2-the-3rd-party-existention-so-what-happend-to-bettyjane\/","title":{"rendered":"12. part 2: The 3rd party existention?…so, what happend to BettyJane"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The trio of\u00a0 the two unlikely companions,\u00a0(Betty Jane\u00a0& Data)\u00a0and my wonderful cat, Elmo, were quite aware of the postman, the ever popular Mr. Miller, who knows all and sees all, the perfect governmental employee stood leaning on the door way, rolling his eyes while I scribbled my name on his form.\u00a0 By the way, it \u00a0was he who caught me writing my usual monthly\u00a0report to\u00a0 Ed Grimley when we first moved in here 17 years ago.\u00a0 He must have recognized my handwriting because I always\u00a0left the forwarding address off of the envelope!\u00a0\u00a0That letter was\u00a0 being held\u00a0at the main Austin Post office, like writing to Ed Grimley was a terrible\u00a0crime\u00a0or something of the sort.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Although this is Austin, and “knowledge is power<\/strong><\/span>” as it says on top of the Entrance to the University of\u00a0Texas’s main building…\u00a0but I had been writing\u00a0Ed for so long, it seemed sort of sad and\u00a0\u00a0it\u00a0 was\u00a0 the correct address of the the TV animated\u00a0 show. So they probably tossed it , so what?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0I am always a bit embarassed\u00a0when I think of\u00a0 that time years ago when good old \u00a0Mr. Miller\u00a0knocked on my door with this snide look on his face, one eye brow up,\u00a0 sort of waving and \u00a0displaying \u00a0my letter saying “isn’t this yours?”\u00a0 Why he would remember me and my hand writing was a great mystery to us all?\u00a0\u00a0 Even though he has seen me in my “head ache invention” (the icepack that wraps around\u00a0 an injurded area, like a knee or an elbow\u00a0 I bought at the corner drugstore for 5 dollars) sat resting above \u00a0my stupidest pair of glasses. That\u00a0head gear\u00a0wrapped round my head \u00a0did have a\u00a0certain “je ne sais quoi”,\u00a0with that condensation, dripping, wad of a\u00a0huge bright-\u00a0blue frozen inexplicable weirdness\u00a0 and it’s long black fastener of velcro, wrapped\u00a0 twice around my head.\u00a0 Hey, maybe he thought it was some\u00a0kind of wierd turban.\u00a0here I am some silly old lady starting some sort of \u00a0horrific events…well, I\u00a0did look pretty strange as I opened the door with that on my head, like a hat\u00a0.\u00a0 \u00a0Oh, well, that”hat”might have been the tip off,\u00a0 it realy was less than glamourous.\u00a0( They sell them on dweeb catalogues now for 50$ US,).\u00a0 but I digress as usual.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As I was handling the rather large package, and at the same time conversing with the all knowing \u00a0pensive \u00a0postman, little did I know\u00a0my world was horrendously changing as all the while as I was chatting with Mr. Miller, “of dubious and questionable nature”[1],\u00a0those very bad\u00a0three had managed to slither out side, with out being seen <\/strong>or heard<\/strong>\u00a0by yours truly.\u00a0But never the less, they had managed to sneak out of the Front door! And continued to make they’re way through the yards to the north.\u00a0 But why? and for what purpose”?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 I am not sure who was the worse influence there, as they had all disappeared before; just not in tandem…\u00a0 But I did suspect Betty Jane was again”up to no good’, and Data<\/span><\/strong>, why the heck didn’t \u00a0he just\u00a0 use the ‘transporter ‘?\u00a0 must have been the 19th century costume, inspiring him to rough it on his way to out to the unknown, “boldly going where no one has gone before.”[2]<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Unbeknownst to Betty Jane and Elmo, Data<\/span> had taken\u00a0not only\u00a0his fiddle\u00a0but also\u00a0his Phaser.\u00a0 When I realized they had once again disappeared, I only hoped that Data remembered “the Prime Directive”. [3]\u00a0\u00a0 But then I realized\u00a0 that\u00a0 my” Mothers boy”,Elmo was gone too;\u00a0 It was more than I could stand.\u00a0 And that was a serious problem for me, I can’t\u00a0 go runing outside calling his name like a regular person,\u00a0 the truth is I’m more that a little bit crippled.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

Part III (tomorrow evening)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

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[1] Conan Doyle, “A Scandal in Bohemia”<\/p>\n

[2,3]\u00a0“Star Trek, the Next Generation”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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