Later Vader! (A Star Wars Good-Bye.)

Darth Vader: "Luke."

Luke: "Yes."

Darth Vader:

"The milk man IS your father."

Luke: "Oh. Phew. For a minute there you had me worried."

Darth Vader: "Luke."

Luke: "Yeah Darth?"

Darth Vader: "I AM the milkman."

Luke: "Nooooo!..."

Darth Vader: "Join me and we’ll rule the dairy market!"

Luke: "...oooooooo!"

Darth Vader: "Cows will moo at our udder command!"

*This message was fortified with Vitamin D (for Darth) and best taken with a glass of whole milk (a.k.a. whole Vader.)

May the force be with you.

I'm out.

Dear Readers; Good-bye.

Due to pressing circumstances which are developing outside of my control, I am choosing to close Planet Zortron two weeks earlier than I had planned to announce.

I leave to sooth my creative angst by fulfilling a work two years in the making. If I conjure mystery, it is only because I am being careful to protect this venture which has become so personal to me. If I fail, I'd like to do so quietly.


You know the saying, the one about doing the thing that you are most afraid of? That's what I am about to do. Like a turkey scared of it's own dressing, but knowing it'll taste the better for it...I am off to get stuffed. (Bad analogy?)

To please stay tuned and get updates on where I'll show up next, I hope you will write me at: gesswho76@yahoo.com. Leave me your email address and I will keep you in the know. I look forward to sharing with you the results of my efforts.

Thank you for your comments, I have had a lot of fun here on Planet Zortron.

P.S. Mini music day: Brandie Carlile. She hails from Ravensdale, WA (a stones throw from my home town) and has blue-sy folk rock down to an art form. I dig it. Click the post title to hear 'Again Today', my personal favorite.

And now, a misty - I mean proper - Zortron send off:
Live long and chocolate.

And this...

is Isaak. He is half Zortronese after all.

This is a man.

Hello man.
This man is a tired man. This man is so tired because he is working long hours with no smiles. When he comes home his woman points to the garbage and his kids sit on him to demand love and super glue (to fix their latest miss-hap). So he doesn't walk in the front door. He walks to his garden. He visits his chard. He feels all better. So better, he comes to the back window and knocks hello, but his woman startles and runs for the knife block.

At bedtime, all better man offers a family prayer:

...and please bless Isaak, that he will have a nice birthday tomorrow and that he will get some presents that he will like...

Woman and children open eyes and stare. A whimper is heard. Man is not all better. Isaak's birthday was in APRIL. Something is terribly wrong with man! Man opens his eyes, sees woman staring at him like she's trying to recall the number to the insane asylum. He stops. "What did I just say?"

This is a man.

You win some, you endure some.

The course of my day is an ongoing flux between the sandwich bread of success and set-backs, smothered in jelly with tests of endurance. The following was Tuesday's peanut butter.

Kaylynn vacuums because she is: "a big girl and I can". Success!
Mommy doesn't know what's wrong. Kaylynn doesn't know what's wrong. Mommy brushes Kaylynn's hair and takes a picture. Set-back.Mommy talks on the phone. Kaylynn gets down markers so Emma can "draw". So that's why it was so quiet. Set-back to the bathtub!
Mommy sets out books. Waits. Winks at children. Book exploration time! Win.Storm Trooper.
ENDURE.