You know who else is dead?

T.S. Eliot!


Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

Memories of George Takei

I remember the good times George Takei and I would have, sitting underneath the old apple tree. Those long summer nights seemed endless; drinking cool lemonade and watching the stars come out. Sometimes, we'd sing old ballads, or he'd tell an off-color joke, and we'd laugh, and laugh, sure that we would persist like this always. One night, there amidst the balmy August breeze, I confessed that I couldn't wait for him to die. "George," I murmured, "George, won't it be hilarious when you're finally dead?"

"Damn straight," said George.

"Damn straight, said I.

The Fight

One time, back in George Takei's boxing days, he had booked a fight against the Killer of the Tri-state Coast, a real big, tough, mean piece of work. The odds were long, because this fellow looked like he could murder a milk truck, he was that big, and hard, too: built and knotted like an old oak. We all begged George not to fight him, but you know, George had his pride; even if the restaurant weren't riding on it, I don't think he could've walked away. He was just too proud. Too damn proud.

Afternoon Plans

This one afternoon, George Takei and I were walking home from elementary school, when a strange purple rabbit hopped out from behind a dumpster and entreated George to help aid the denizens of the Sparkle Dimension in their eternal battle against the forces of evil. Despite his lovable trait of utter clumsiness, George agreed, and with the power of his Moonlight Gel-pen, he becomes the magic heroine Super Gorgeous Pretty Warrior George Takei. He's the sworn protector of the Sparkle Dimension, although everyone thinks he's just an average schoolgirl!