tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43361816210191807282024-03-18T20:21:03.567-07:00Chicken's Day OutSHIVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718669406508452466noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336181621019180728.post-9865080567184156882012-03-09T03:46:00.001-08:002012-03-09T03:48:53.879-08:00Chicken Fills In On Drums<div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It was 7:04 in the evening when Chicken got the call. After a busy day at the shops and a long tram ride home, she was utterly pooped. The microwave dinner was standard protocol on Thursday evenings. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">She had set her plate on the coffee table and was looking for the channel 2 news when the phone rang. It turned out Barnsey's drummer had taken the wrong pills and was stuck on the toilet so they'd be needing a replacement for tonight's gig.</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Chicken launched off the couch, grabbed her favourite Vinnie Paul bandana and flapped out the door faster than a swallow on speed. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When she arrived at the venue, needless to say, there were complications. Barnesy hadn't told security she was coming. After a whole lot of faffing about, a crew member brought her through and rushed her straight to the green room.</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There was a quick high five and an all-hands-in teamwork cry before the motley crew sauntered on stage. It was time for Chicken to fill in on drums!</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
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</div>SHIVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718669406508452466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336181621019180728.post-30875967108789987162012-02-27T20:51:00.002-08:002012-02-27T20:56:29.145-08:00Chicken Finds Religion<div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Like many of us in this modern world, Chicken one day found herself in the middle of an existential crisis. She had always been so optimistic, and spent most of her time enjoying life to the full. Like the time she drank a litre of spoilt milk... or the time she went rock climbing and reconstructed the opening scene of Sly Stallones 'Cliffhanger'. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">One day it just occurred to her that she had no future planning. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Her superannuation was all tied up in different accounts that she couldn't keep track of. She had no savings plan, not even a high interest account. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Most troubling was that she had no legal will and the thought of not knowing what might happen to her estate after she passed started giving her dizzy spells.</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">One wet and dreary day, she was on her way to an appointment with a financial advisor when she happened upon a strange looking man. He was elaborately dressed with a robe and a funny hat standing inside the door of an equally elaborate and extraordinary building.</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Intrigued (mostly by the hat), she hopped up the steps and into the very large doorway. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Suddenly she was overcome by a feeling peace. She admired the colourful windows and the various scenes they depicted. Some of them were a little violent she had to admit, but mostly very beautiful. </span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">Then the man with the hat appeared at her side, and put his hand on her wing. "Welcome, my child," he said as the sun broke through and illuminated the space.</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">That day she found more than just a man in a funny hat. She found... Religion!</span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
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