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anchises ([personal profile] anchises) wrote2011-12-27 09:13 pm

The eleventh epistle of JD Nielsen. Mezzanine. Mature.

The eleventh epistle of JD Nielson

by Anchises

Mezzanine universe. Mildly mature themes and content. A transformative work.

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my dear mitchell,

once in royal david's city stood a lowly cattle shed. apparently. i'm pretty sure they had cows. there was at least a manger. did you know there are 3.59 times more cows than people in western north carolina (or perhaps northwestern carolina?), mitchell? well, your idiot boycousin violet (epistles, passim) changed the ratio nigh on imperceptibly just now.

you would not believe, mitchell, how hard it is to find out whose fucking cow one's idiot boycousin-by-not-exactly-marriage has run down. they do not come with little tags saying 'in case your idiot boycousin-by-not-exactly-marriage has run down this cow, please contact j. r. sheepfucker, jr of sandymush or the n.c. cattlemen's association' (why, mitchell, is there a place called sandymush? is it related to livermush in a strange and unfathomable way? also, no cattlewomen? i refrain from the obvious joke since it is christmas and i am a giver, mitchell. let it not be said that i never get you anything, ho. ho ho.)

you would also not believe, mitchell (although in this especial case you might just find it within the bounds of credulity to conceive thereof), of our luck. your intrepid explorer, your idiot boycousin, your other idiot boycousin, and your much more sensible girlcousin jenny of the carpenter's overalls, found ourselves explaining precisely what had occurred when a fine upstanding example of the north carolina state police happened across the remains of cow f 3257 (hereafter referred to as 'bessie') spread all the way across u.s. 19 and through a fair part of the hood and assorted mechanical workings of your idiot boycousin's truck.

i do not mind beef: it is that which is for dinner, as the saying goes. i even, in fact, relish the meaty, meaty maillard-generating aroma of sizzling bovine on the grill, as you well know. i am, as they say, an aficionado of most things steak. (i do not understand the current fad for oxtail, but there you go, mitchell, i am not a perfect man.) beef, however, that is freshly mown down like a first world war infantry brigade going up, up, over the trenches, boys, into the sputtering fire of no-man's-land? not, mitchell, as they say, so much.

officer krepke (oh, mitchell, how i yearned to break out into, variously, tchaikovsky, rachmaninov and laurents/bernstein/sondheim) clearly had nowhere better to be than right there as we attempted to manhandle (cowhandle?) bessie the ex-cow across the road while waiting for the tow truck to make it across from spruce pine, on account of your idiot boycousin's inability merely to clip the snout of the erstwhile cow. no, skipper had to smack the thing right on the shoulder, right through the engineblock and right over the front axle. the boy does not do things by halves.

neither does officer krepke, it would appear, who had weapon out and drawn faster than you can say 'dashing through the snow'. he was, apparently, under the impression that we were cattle-rustlin', cow-knockin'-down, no-good varmints, and wanted to make sure that we did not up and run with any of bessie's legs. or head. or other assorted pieces of ex-cow.

explanations to dear kindly sergeant krepke, who did not in fact understand, despite the impressive amount of former bovine smeared redly on your idiot boycousin's white truck, that we were not punks and merely the victims of unfortunate circumstance, did not suffice (alas, poor christina rossetti). he ran everything: deinen papieren, bitte, citoyens, and may i yet again rejoice that we all sound like good christian men (except jenny; poor jenny) and none of us is called abdul, nor are any of us brown.

in further tales of your indubitable lack of surprise, the staffing of the state police hq radio appears to be a single woman with what sounded like very few teeth named darlene whom i could barely understand. after a thirty-minute set of calling-in (during which time approximately four hundred and thirty-seven cars backed up at the scene of bessie's and skipper's truck's unfortunate demises [desmise, mitchell?]) darlene eventually managed to spell b-e-a-u-r-e-g-a-r-d and verified that your cousin was not, in fact, a cow-murdering fanatic bent on the terrorization of the bovine and human populations of your fair state, moral turpitude (although, let's face it, mitchell, the computers messed up on that one) or other assorted un-american activities.

at which point, officer krepke permitted us to continue moving ex-Bessie around in the bleak midwinter while frosty wind was making moan so that some semblance of normalcy could be resumed to u.s. 19.

and lo, the tow-truck of the lord came upon us, and its lights shone roundabout us, and we were sore relieved. and buddy the tow-truck driver said unto us, "aw, don't y'all worry about it, we'll tow this to the shop and y'all'll be on the way home afore evenin'."

naturally, mitchell, naturally, none of us is above the ripe old age of twenty-five. (the irony, mitchell, the irony.) which is, as you may remember from your early twenties (in, oh, that's right, the early twenties), a problem when attempting to pick up a rental car. it did not help that the only rental car agency in spruce pine with an available vehicle was enterprise, which is hardly helpful in this sort of situation.

(you will recall my aversion to just about every rental car agency, mitchell, but to this one in particular. you will also recall that i bring a video camera capable of hd recording whenever i am forced to rent from them.) at the end of the sorry saga with marlene at enterprise in spruce pine, i had to provide them with a guaranteed bond (which is coming out of your housekeeping; you can take the pound of flesh from skipper, as he did from bessie) roughly the price of the vehicle we were rented.

i say vehicle, mitchell.

i did not know, mitchell, what an aveo was. if pressed, i would have suggested it were part of the nipple, right behind the areola. or possibly a sort of cookie.

i was unaware that it was a four-wheeled motorized vehicle. it is certainly not a car. it appears to be a kind of large rollerskate, or potentially a tonka truck suitable for a small giant. i am currently writing this from the back seat, because your idiot boycousins were physically unable to both fit anywhere but in the front. they had better not crash this one.

especially since jenny and i are, in the most ladylike thing either she or i have done in some time (not that way; get your mind out of the gutter), sitting sidesaddle with our knees interlocked because there are precisely 3.25 inches of legroom once your idiot boycousins got inside the car.

all of which is to explain, mitchell, pursuant to my earlier text, precisely why we are six hours delayed in returning to the bosomy, bosomy bosom of your family. we ate'nt dead. but bessie is.

ready the showers. we smell like cow.

y'r ob'd't s'rv't,

-jdn

ps. the ding-dongs were not my fault. we were stuck in spruce pine. and any disapproval on your part should be tempered by the fact that your idiot boycousins do not react well to a junk food high and i have been stuck in an aveo with them.
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
HIS LIFE. SO HARD.

(good to see you back <3)
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well, difficult for you. It's not like he cares.
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
it's a good thing he keeps that youthful charm, or somebody'd've killed him by now.
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
now cocksucking serving #3
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
well, it's only 0630.
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
HULAGHGHGHGLGHGLHGL
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[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-27 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
never change, darling. never change.
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[personal profile] azurelunatic 2011-12-27 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
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Edited 2011-12-27 12:15 (UTC)
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Just wondering

[personal profile] 1_mad_squirrel 2011-12-29 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
This is for [profile] synechdochic and [personal profile] anchises

What does JD think of "Burn Notice"?
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Re: Just wondering

[personal profile] synecdochic 2011-12-29 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The tv show? He mostly ignores tv. :)
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[personal profile] jeshyr 2011-12-27 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
OMG. Am now 150% ded of hilarity and laughings.

jdn, you have much to answer for... but OTOH so does skipper it seems!

Thank you!!
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[personal profile] jeshyr 2011-12-27 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
Did Skipper try to make excuses or was he too busy dying of the shame of it?

And did they stop to cut some steaks for later?

Enquiring minds!!
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[personal profile] jeshyr 2011-12-27 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
#cheeky
Mince is good to eat too!
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[personal profile] 1_mad_squirrel 2011-12-29 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Entirely through it? They came out on the other side of the cow??? How fast was Skipper driving?

Also, I would surmise that coming out on the other side of a cow is a vastly different experience than coming out on the other side of a wormhole. Way more cow smell, for one thing.
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[personal profile] niqaeli 2011-12-27 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
I bless the powers that be that I never had to pick up a rental car I was paying for before I turned twenty-five. (I did have to have one, once, whilst my car was in the shop. But the insurance company was paying for it.)

I started giggling and couldn't stop when I hit the part about the Aveo, no lie.

I had been going to say it could've been worse, it could've been a Smart car or some other tiny two-seater. But actually, no, that might have been better! They would have had to strap the idiot boycousins to the roof, then, as it seems vanishingly unlikely they would have been able to fit in the back.
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[personal profile] 1_mad_squirrel 2011-12-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
I rather think the idiot boycousins deserve to be strapped to the roof, don't you? ;-)
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[personal profile] inoru_no_hoshi 2011-12-27 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
i did not know, mitchell, what an aveo was. if pressed, i would have suggested it were part of the nipple, right behind the areola. or possibly a sort of cookie.

LOL FOREVER. JDN = best. :D
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[personal profile] jeshyr 2011-12-27 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Also, I did chuckle a lot at "desmise", especially since my Mac's autocorrect tried to "correct" when I copied and pasted it just then .... how rude!
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[personal profile] catchmyfancy 2011-12-27 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
He's back and it's the loveliest of lovely late christmas presents!

How does he KNOW I'll need cheering up? Whenever the people-stupid makes me want to start gnawing off my own arm, up pops an epistle (and try saying that after three drinks).

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[personal profile] alexseanchai 2011-12-27 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh poor JD.
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[personal profile] azurelunatic 2011-12-27 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor put-upon jdn. Renting a car!
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[personal profile] mathsnerd 2011-12-27 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Stuck in hospital, going on week 3. The laugh was muchly appreciated. Thank you, jdn! (Now go shower, you reek of cow.)

And oh God, poor Mitchell, the things she has to put up with... *g*
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[personal profile] shippen_stand 2011-12-27 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Speak to me not of the Aveo, for it is Anathema. Right up with those Dodge things that I cannot get into without hitting my head.
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[personal profile] j00j 2011-12-28 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
:D :D I totally needed more JDN in my life (though I can see where he'd be a hazard for yours).
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[personal profile] 1_mad_squirrel 2011-12-29 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Dear JD,

Surely you have ridden in worse?

Having been subjected to what passed for the back seat of a U.S. Park Service Jeep circa 1972, as it rattled and bounced down the beach at Kitty Hawk, NC, I can only imagine what the Air Force equivalents were like.

My butt still remembers.

Yours truly,
1_mad_squirrel


Dear Anchises,

So much fun, and such perfect, perfect timing, as I have just finished rereading Take These Broken Wings, and am starting on A Howling in the Factory Yard, which to put it mildly, is quite intense.

I hope himself visits you more often.

Regards,
1_mad_squirrel

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[personal profile] sid 2012-01-03 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
A new epistle? Joy to the world! :-D
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[personal profile] jic 2012-01-07 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
i did not know, mitchell, what an aveo was. if pressed, i would have suggested it were part of the nipple, right behind the areola. or possibly a sort of cookie.

Win. Right there.