Revenge of the Creepy Neighbor Guy
Apparently fate didn't like that I lampooned my neighbor for being creepy. He stopped me again today and upped the ante on being strange. Apparently, after school (he's a teacher), he goes to the library and gets a study room for 2 hours. While he's there, he sits down with a pad and paper and writes. According to him, he sits down and lets his mind go blank. Once he's not thinking about writing, the Lord tells him what to say.
Don't let that slip by as a colloquialism. I asked and he doesn't mean it that way. He literally hears "the voice of God" in his head telling him what words to write down on paper. Crazy neighbor guy said that once the book is done, he'll be known as the "Second Noah," whatever that's supposed to mean.
What's worse, he took my polite nodding as a sign of encouragement. Because I'm unable to say 'no' to people when it will hurt their feelings, I'm now obligated to go over to his apartment tomorrow afternoon. He said he'd put on the coffeepot, and before I could tell him that I don't drink coffee he said that it was good to know that I liked coffee too.
So now, I'm going to have to choke down a cup (or two) of disgustingly smelling, foul liquid while pretending to like it.
And to make matters worse, he wants me to read his manuscript while I'm there. All 200+ hand-written pages of it. For a man who claims to be writing as the hand of God, you'd think God would have a better title than "The Hack, the Quack, and the Whack." Go figure.
Why, why, why, why, why am I too weak-willed to tell him that I have better things to do with my time?
Don't let that slip by as a colloquialism. I asked and he doesn't mean it that way. He literally hears "the voice of God" in his head telling him what words to write down on paper. Crazy neighbor guy said that once the book is done, he'll be known as the "Second Noah," whatever that's supposed to mean.
What's worse, he took my polite nodding as a sign of encouragement. Because I'm unable to say 'no' to people when it will hurt their feelings, I'm now obligated to go over to his apartment tomorrow afternoon. He said he'd put on the coffeepot, and before I could tell him that I don't drink coffee he said that it was good to know that I liked coffee too.
So now, I'm going to have to choke down a cup (or two) of disgustingly smelling, foul liquid while pretending to like it.
And to make matters worse, he wants me to read his manuscript while I'm there. All 200+ hand-written pages of it. For a man who claims to be writing as the hand of God, you'd think God would have a better title than "The Hack, the Quack, and the Whack." Go figure.
Why, why, why, why, why am I too weak-willed to tell him that I have better things to do with my time?
posted by The Academian | 2:45 PM
5 Comments:
Second Noah was a neat show. It was about this couple and all their adopted multi-cultural children. They owned and lived in an animal sanctuary where they rehabilitated wild animals.
James Marsden played the oldest son. I was H-O-T for him. Yes, H-O-T. Because he was. H-O-T.
Of course, that's probably not the same Second Noah your creepy neighbor is referring to.
Yay! I was afraid I was going to get to my 14th post in a row without anyone other than MindSpewer leaving a comment. As usual, I have absolutely no idea who the people are you're talking about. Another trip to IMDB.com is necessary, I fear.
I'm always skeptical of people claiming to be inspired by the hand of God. They usually tend to be really mediocre at what they're doing, and I hesitate to read a 200+ handwritten manuscript by a guy who admits to near-strangers that he sleeps with a gigantic stuffed bunny he bought for his ex-wife.
Even more amazing, the book he's writing is an autobiography. Why you'd need divine help to get the details right is a little strange too.
So? How'd it go?
If you don't want me to post anymore, I won't. (Pout).
Aw, MS. Don't pout. I like having you post. I just don't like having ONLY you post. There's more than enough of the Academian to go around, baby. He's full of love.
Post a Comment
<< Home