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All Things Burkenbine, alias Blackie South Eleventh.
The startling story of a man making a lack of direction his niche. Songs with no music( aren't those poems?). Fictional stories with no follow up posted. No follow ups to anything. . Social media posting of his favorite sandwich and snacks. Autobiographical stories and life updates. Drawings from out of the blue. Partial business plans. I think a few of these are meant to be radio shows.Masquerading as variety, All Things Burkenbine and Blackie South Eleventh are purposely meant to bring new meaning to the adult contemporay/ alternative/ Miscellaneous uncategorized category.
All Things Burkenbine.
Conform to know one. Figure out how to be good at what you do.
Make the unmarketable successful.
Enjoy your job search!
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Thursday, November 28, 2013
As I spread my holiday cheer throughout the world,
I think of the things I have to be thankful for.
This morning I am thankful for Amy and her family
, and of course all my kids, father ,brother and friends.
I am thankful I can remember my mother like she is still here.
I am thankful for everyone's attempt to understand.
I am thankful for all the chances I have had to experience this wonderful thing called life.
The good and the bad.
I whine a lot, but It is usually a deadpan joke. I assure you, I have seen a lot more good than bad.
I apologize for the cruel thanksgiving displays of celebration. To those that do not recognize this particular holiday...too bad. Your loss. For me, it is about being thankful for what you have right now. It doesn't have to be religious or a national day of pride. Every day can be a thanksgiving for anyone.
...Today, in particular, I am thankful for muscle relaxers, anti inflammatories , tens units, and of course--black coffee and rum.
Yesterday, I broke a sweat eating breakfast. I am so out of shape, chewing is now my only calorie burning exercise. . I didn't realize I was going to need a training program to make it through the Thanksgiving dinner marathon. I should've started with the two piece meal at KFC about 6 months ago, and worked my way up to a bucket. I will have to remember to stretch and hydrate to keep from cramping...start slow.
My new tin can candle and greeting card line. Feelings of Discomfort.
I think of the things I have to be thankful for.
This morning I am thankful for Amy and her family
, and of course all my kids, father ,brother and friends.
I am thankful I can remember my mother like she is still here.
I am thankful for everyone's attempt to understand.
I am thankful for all the chances I have had to experience this wonderful thing called life.
The good and the bad.
I whine a lot, but It is usually a deadpan joke. I assure you, I have seen a lot more good than bad.
I apologize for the cruel thanksgiving displays of celebration. To those that do not recognize this particular holiday...too bad. Your loss. For me, it is about being thankful for what you have right now. It doesn't have to be religious or a national day of pride. Every day can be a thanksgiving for anyone.
...Today, in particular, I am thankful for muscle relaxers, anti inflammatories , tens units, and of course--black coffee and rum.
Yesterday, I broke a sweat eating breakfast. I am so out of shape, chewing is now my only calorie burning exercise. . I didn't realize I was going to need a training program to make it through the Thanksgiving dinner marathon. I should've started with the two piece meal at KFC about 6 months ago, and worked my way up to a bucket. I will have to remember to stretch and hydrate to keep from cramping...start slow.
My new tin can candle and greeting card line. Feelings of Discomfort.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
In Karma's Web
The scene is an old downtown cafe in Little Town U.S.A. The cafe is bustling during Saturday breakfast, with the waitresses skillfully navigating the plates between the booths and tables, even with the occasional foot sticking out in the aisle.
Ham, eggs, bacon and sausage seem to be on every plate, with eggs, of course.
In the middle of the dining area are two farmers discussing next seasons crops and of course, planning for their livestock entries into the state fair.
They are enjoying their time together, discussing old fair victories over coffee, breakfast and the newspaper.
What they don't realize is the sudden quiet and emptiness of the cafe.
Shift to the taller building across the street and you will see a sight you indeed would not be looking for. A short pig is climbing the fire ecape. A pig with an eye patch, a black trench coat and a snipers rifle. Clearly mercenary in nature, but with a deep conviction for this particular job.
In the cafe, the two gentlemen look around and realize they are alone, except for a large old rat in a very stylish leather overcoat and beret. The rat is in the corner booth, and says in a mocking tone," you know I found the pesticides in her corner. "
The farmer nervously says," I don't know what you are talking about. It was natural causes."
The rat says, " Willie, he did not take kindly to the news. He was grateful for what you did for him, even though you ate his Uncle. He had been in the Sudan for quite some time, but found time to come back home. By the way, you should finish those hashbrowns. One more bite of bacon and this may not be as clean as planned"
The farmers got up and came toward the well dressed rat. He calmly spoke the word "clear" into his cell phone and it was over. Two shots.
The rat finished the toast and hashbrowns , smiled his big toothed smile and said to the corpses "Salutations, bitches."
The pig and the rat drive away, a last wish fulfilled.
The final message in the web was 'Avenge Me!'.
--Mark Burkenbine
Written 11/12/13 by Mark Burkenbine copyright 2013
Ham, eggs, bacon and sausage seem to be on every plate, with eggs, of course.
In the middle of the dining area are two farmers discussing next seasons crops and of course, planning for their livestock entries into the state fair.
They are enjoying their time together, discussing old fair victories over coffee, breakfast and the newspaper.
What they don't realize is the sudden quiet and emptiness of the cafe.
Shift to the taller building across the street and you will see a sight you indeed would not be looking for. A short pig is climbing the fire ecape. A pig with an eye patch, a black trench coat and a snipers rifle. Clearly mercenary in nature, but with a deep conviction for this particular job.
In the cafe, the two gentlemen look around and realize they are alone, except for a large old rat in a very stylish leather overcoat and beret. The rat is in the corner booth, and says in a mocking tone," you know I found the pesticides in her corner. "
The farmer nervously says," I don't know what you are talking about. It was natural causes."
The rat says, " Willie, he did not take kindly to the news. He was grateful for what you did for him, even though you ate his Uncle. He had been in the Sudan for quite some time, but found time to come back home. By the way, you should finish those hashbrowns. One more bite of bacon and this may not be as clean as planned"
The farmers got up and came toward the well dressed rat. He calmly spoke the word "clear" into his cell phone and it was over. Two shots.
The rat finished the toast and hashbrowns , smiled his big toothed smile and said to the corpses "Salutations, bitches."
The pig and the rat drive away, a last wish fulfilled.
The final message in the web was 'Avenge Me!'.
--Mark Burkenbine
Written 11/12/13 by Mark Burkenbine copyright 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
First, let us play a game called find the Spelling and punctuation errors.Report each one in the comments. Person who gets the most errors is the honorary unpaid editer of this mess called All Things Burkenbine. I will not fix broken sentences.
Anybody want to be in the All Things Burkenbine Fan Club? That seems to be a burden and a curse only those marked from birth should share, but if you want a fan club, here you go.
Don't forget my shameless begging for someone to turn in a Wikipedia entry for me , Mark Burkenbine,
Remember my campaign slogan.
Mark Burkenbine. Put me in Wikipedia. I've got BIG TWITS: Make me one of the 140 characters of your life.
You would think one of those debt collectors could make this happen.
Am I the only one who has ever tried to use debt collectors as part of my marketing campaign? You would think I could get them to unite and round me up some customers.
Have a great day, and thank you for your time.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
The early years of All Things Burkenbine.
Beginning with nothing. Well , let us call it considerably less than nothing if you include all possible debt. It is not quite as easy as it sounds. It is the definition of starting over, but trying to do things right. By the way, trying to do things 'right' is not as easy as it sounds, either.
'Right'. The right way. Seems like absolutely everyone has a different definition of 'right'. Some believe 'right' means successful. That is another one of those elusive terms. Successful to some means financially successful, regardless of quality or anything else. They are doing something for the money and that is enough for them. I would never do that. I can say that because I am proud and poor. Throw lots of money at me and I am willing to bet my opinion can be modified, as most opinions can be as the situation changes. To others, success may mean getting published, finishing a race or project, or just being happy about an effort or choice. It can be 'just happy to be here' , or satisfied that they did the right thing, or all they could.
So everybody has to figure out what their 'right' way is, while clarifying what is 'wrong'.
Next episode : Poking the Bears.
Yeah, I like that. I will use that in my Wikipedia entry, if someone makes one for me.
C'mon people. Join my fan club and get me on Wikipedia.
Mark Burkenbine.
I've got Big Twits: Make Me One of the 140 Characters of your life
Beginning with nothing. Well , let us call it considerably less than nothing if you include all possible debt. It is not quite as easy as it sounds. It is the definition of starting over, but trying to do things right. By the way, trying to do things 'right' is not as easy as it sounds, either.
'Right'. The right way. Seems like absolutely everyone has a different definition of 'right'. Some believe 'right' means successful. That is another one of those elusive terms. Successful to some means financially successful, regardless of quality or anything else. They are doing something for the money and that is enough for them. I would never do that. I can say that because I am proud and poor. Throw lots of money at me and I am willing to bet my opinion can be modified, as most opinions can be as the situation changes. To others, success may mean getting published, finishing a race or project, or just being happy about an effort or choice. It can be 'just happy to be here' , or satisfied that they did the right thing, or all they could.
So everybody has to figure out what their 'right' way is, while clarifying what is 'wrong'.
Next episode : Poking the Bears.
Yeah, I like that. I will use that in my Wikipedia entry, if someone makes one for me.
C'mon people. Join my fan club and get me on Wikipedia.
Mark Burkenbine.
I've got Big Twits: Make Me One of the 140 Characters of your life
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