Archive for February, 2012

Cavities


28 Feb

This Tickle is entitled, “Cavities.” Now, hold up. I brush my teeth. I even floss them every other day. And no, I don’t want a cookie. Because I don’t want anymore cavities. Yesterday, I went to the dentist and he said, “You don’t have any tarter build up. However, your teeth are suffering from a lack of calcium.” I told him my blood work says that I have more than enough. And that’s thanks to my daily intake of Almond milk. And yes, although quite small, almonds do in fact have mammary glands. Anyway, the dentist said that my mouth might be too dry. So now I need to go on prescription toothpaste. I wasn’t aware of this product. Apparently, it has five times the amount of fluoride that Crest has. On top of that, there’s this thing called “Fluoride Poisoning.” Which means you can die from TOOTHPASTE! I can picture Rev Al. Sharpton speaking at my funeral, “His pearly whites got him to the pearly gates!”

Which brings me to fillings. Why does the white cost more than the silver? Now, nobody wants a bunch of silver in their mouth, unless you have an album coming out. I don’t. Doesn’t silver require an actual person to dig and discover it in the dirt, a person who was given no first or last name (maybe just a middle initial) to dig and dig while suffering under inhumane conditions? Shouldn’t that tooth alternative be worth more?

Does this have anything to do with my writing journey? …Maybe.

Time To Write?


21 Feb

This Tickle is entitled, “Time To Write?” Throughout life I’ve been trying to replace the phrase, “I don’t have the time,” with the phrase, “I haven’t made the time.” This implies that I do have the time, it’s just that the act of being human is getting in the way. Sometimes these ‘human’ acts are very common: full-time job, gym-time, getting my Master’s, Breaking Bad, Stress, Worrying, washing dishes, Sitting Down and Worrying, laundry, Laying Down and Worrying, SLEEP. Sleep is the biggest offender. I could get so much more writing done if I simply just cut it out. If I was a lot younger and had an annoying brother named Sleep, I would say, “Cut it out, Sleep!” And then my dad would say, “Go to Sleep…and tell him you’re sorry.”

 

Blog?


14 Feb

Hi, my name is Scott. And this is my blog. I’m writing a blog. What? A blog. What an ugly word. It sounds like a noise that escaped my stomach while trying to have a serious conversation with someone. From now on, I will refer to this Blog as “Tickle.” It’s more cheerful and inspiring. And just like a tickle, sometimes it will make you laugh, cry, change your clothes, or make you so annoyed you yell, “Stop it, you’re hurting me! I hate you.” Did you know that chimpanzees never tire of tickling, no matter how old they get? I guess when they rip your face off, that means, “Do it again.”

What is this Tickle about? This Tickle will serve as a running commentary of my life as a writer. I love to write. And I’m hoping that my thoughts and experiences will entertain, inspire, or help you practice your reading skills. *Blog* Excuse me.

 

Scott Hammon

The Real Tickle