Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Let’s try another Five Minute Friday post.

It is, quite permissible, to find a topic, question, inference or plot, before starting the timer. And, for that matter, spend some time searching the anchovies for a post to add at the bottom, a cleanser for the palette, a bit of desert, a cigarette (from days lost to the past).

…got it.

Time.

No, forget that! (lol… aiyyee pulled in my a trap of my own predominant worldview!!!). forget time? forget?!?!! time.

As if.

Of the three:

1. clarks have the innate ability to keep track of time, unconsciously and co-unfortunately enough, can’t forget about time. Seriously! Find yourself a clark and ask them: “Tell me when six and a half minutes has elapsed from….now They will (without needing a clock, watch or other measurement mechanism)
2. scotts don’t care about time, to a scott asking how concerned they are about ‘the time remaining’ is like wondering how many gallons flow over Nigara Falls as your barrel tips forward
3. rogers they ignore time like the surprise bodily smell in a group of polite strangers…

That’s it!

Damn… good thing I found a reprint.

Full Disclosure: did go back, after ‘Time!’ and corrected the spelling, but didn’t bother with any edits for clarity, simply because most of the Readers will be clarks or scotts/rogers with significant secondary clarklike aspects.

From May in the year, 2013

Finish the Sentence Friday.

(a ‘blog hop’ that is being: sponsored,  promoted, hosted by, enticed-into-by-the-charms-of, held-in-a-metaphorical-gymnasium-on-a-Friday-night, on-the-list-of-charming-old-homes-to-tour, the central feature of the blogosphere and experienced as the high point of the week at the BB&G,  courtesy of the Doctrine’s three favorite Bloggarini : Janine ( Confessions of a Mommyaholic), Kate (Can I have another bottle of Whine…), Stephanie (Mommy, for real) and Dawn (Dawn’s Disaster)

(…be still, my dog(s) of war…just walk away”)

 

“If I were stuck on an island, I would like to have…”

the following in no particular order or emphasis:

• Ginger and Maryanne
• an internet connection
• the body of a 19 year old (gender optional)
• the mind of my present age
• 1 of my childhood friends
• 3 of my adolescent aged friends
• 1 of my teenage years girlfriends (real or imagined)
• my first car (1964 Chevy Bel Air station wagon in faded-to-orange-blue paint)
• a contract to complete the Wakefield Doctrine book (currently in ‘pre-write’)
• the physique to wear shorts without looking: a) silly, b) old or d) excessively gay (not that there’s anything wrong with being gay)
• an endless supply of BLTs (despite the climate there is always magically un-adulterated mayonnaise)
• a boat (just for sitting in and looking at the Island from the middle of the lagoon, with Maryanne waving and what I would swear looks like Ola in a clearing in the jungle)

Hey!  Somehow I have this little darling up at the beginning of the eponymous Friday morning…. hey!  don’t be afraid to call in tomorrow night (if you find yourself in a place at 8:00 pm EDT where you know where the kids are, and they seem to be happy and quiet or you have no plans and you feel like something that will challenge your beliefs and amuse you in ways that you haven’t been amused since…oh I don’t know… since, before girlfriends and boyfriends, husbands and wives, children and favorite pets became the central organizing feature of your reality.  call and you might find yourself enjoying, or not who can really say for sure?

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