Munk Manners

Last week I was bequeathed a blog award by the lovely Doctor Kang. As such, I am compelled to bestow a bequeathing of thine own.  It is called the “Backatcha” and it is just like it sounds; a wimpy response to a truly pay-it-forward effort. It is also one of the riskier awards in the blogashpere, because it involves my entering the recipient’s name in my “Opening Line”.  So, if you do not want to see your name show up in my opening line, best not be bequeathing Munk for any awards.  Keep in mind I like to keep the opening line interesting, and I therefore take expansive liberties. After all, what is an opening line if not provocative? 

Without further ado… Munk’s Backatcha award for June… Backatcha Lydia.

The discovery of the cadaver’s additional orifice came as no surprise to Coroner Kang, but what was that parked inside – a key?

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Booker Obtuse

Travel far enough away from the Earth’s surface and the truth about its rugged terrain is revealed. Our planet is a near perfect sphere and is as smooth as polished stone. At odds with the endless vacuum of space we humans cling tenuously to the Earth's fragile crust; spinning away our days sandwiched between a sea of molten rock and an impossibly thin film of atmospheric perfection. 

For us to survive, it all has to work. The ice, the rain, the steam, omnivores, herbivores, carnivores, hosts, parasites, predators and prey – symbiosis is real – and all living things adapt. We adapt, or evolve, to survive. It has been said that evolution, based on chance, is too slow.  These voices claim that our mere presence on Earth proves the existence of a guiding force which compels living things toward higher and higher levels of physical order. Were this force to be concentrated in any single life form, even a simple one, we might all be doomed.

It is comforting to know that as living things evolve, so do heroes.

Munk's opening line:
With the stationary bike peloton raging, Guthrie decided to make his move.

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Trashy Souls and Talking Roses

When I was 6 or 93,

I met a rose that said to me,

Don’t turn around lest you shall see,

A monster that will never be.

I took that flower’s dreadful dare,

And spun to lock the beast in stare,

But the rose’s honor had been fair,

When I swung to look, found nothing there.

Munk's opening line:

For the third time in a week, careless Freddie found the shiny part of her soul in the trash bin. 

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Monkeys Can’t Fly

Monkey’s can’t fly and neither can you (at least with your arms using feathers and glue)

But don’ t be down trodden, don’t sink into blue, so much that you are, and so much that you do,

is bounded by precept and not really true.