The Book

 

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Are you looking to laugh? This book just might be of assistance in that area. Humorist Brooks Palmer helps pull the rug out from under the seriousness of life. With his words of wisdom, short stories, and cartoons, he pokes fun at the human condition in a way that is inclusive and hilarious.


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Recent Blog Posts (c) 2018 by Brooks Palmer

 

space When things fall apart - I was flying through space when my rocket ship began to break apart. First the engine fell out. Then the radar dropped off. The wings cracked and fell away. And then the walls of the ship snapped off and flew out into space. What was left was me sitting in my chair, in my spacesuit, floating in the nothingness of space. I didn't really need the chair, so I unbuckled the seat belt, and the chair slowly separated from me. It was now just me, floating in space. I couldn't tell if I was moving or still. Being without a ship was scary. I felt vulnerable. But then I thought, "Well, how safe was I when I had the ship, because it fell apart." I began to relax. I noticed the Milky Way. I was in awe of the bright colors of Jupiter. I found myself singing a song I learned back in Kindergarten: Look at the ball bounce up and down, Listen to the cow make its moo sound, Smell the flower's sweet nectar, Feel the softness of the feather, Taste the sweetness of the cookie, Lookie, brookie, pookie, wookie.
dog house Dilemma resolved - The dog wouldn't leave its doghouse. The dog's people put heaps of raw meat on a plate five feet from the doghouse door. But the dog remained inside. Eventually the dog's people died. And over time, the doghouse disintegrated. The dog was now out of its doghouse.
swing Looking back - I took my Time Machine back to visit my five-year-old self. The younger me was out back of the house, playing jacks on the concrete porch. The younger me looked up, sighed, and said, "Oh, it's you again." I said, "Hi, young Brooks. What's up?" The younger me said, "I don't know." I said, "Do you want to know what I've been up to?" The younger me said, "I don't care." I said, "How can you say that? Aren't you the least bit curious about your future?" The younger me said, "Nope." I said, "Well, I'll tell you anyway. I've been writing a new book. It's about my life, actually. I mean, our life. I'm writing about everything, all the amazing stuff, and the crappy nutso shit. I'm not holding anything back. It feels like a relief to put it all down in words." The younger me said, "Are you doing it for a class, or something?" I said, "No. I wanted to write it." The younger me said, "What? Why would you do that?!" I said, "Well, I was inspired. And I was hoping I could interview you today and ask you about all the things I've forgotten from the early years. So what juicy tales have you got for me?" The younger me thought about it and said, "This morning I had a bowl of Quisp Cereal. And then I went out to the backyard and got on the swing. After that I dug a hole in the ground and filled it with water. Do you wanna see?" I said, "Sure" and I followed the earlier me to a small hole in the backyard. There was no water in it. The younger me started to cry. I got out my notebook and pen and started writing this all down.
pigeon From Brickel - "Hi. I'm Brickel. I'm taking a break from searching for bread scraps. It's nice to pause and reflect...Okay, that's long enough, I smell bread in the air!"

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