CITIZENS OF FLATWARE COUNTY

If there were a key to Flatware County, we`d have to send a copy to New Knoxville, Ohio. Some might think it impractical to commute to Flatware County from New Knoxville, that there is no direct route, or, you know, I don`t think you can get there from here.

The citizens of Flatware County are a diverse bunch, and, yes, our airport isn`t the best way to get here. We`ve all heard someone say, “Dude, you just had to be there.” They were right. Although Ohio seems a bit far removed from Flatware County, to us it`s obvious that if Gary Hovey lives there, it can`t be that far away. The amazing work of Mr. Hovey shows that the dreams of flatware everywhere are not in vain; there is life beyond the silverware drawer. Mr. Hovey reminds us again that, like heaven, Flatware County is closer than hands and feet. Thank you, Gary Hovey, for a vision that reveals the often taken-for-granted magic lying on either side of our plates.

Here is some recent work not yet on the Hoveyware website. For now we have an exclusive.
Mr. Hovey assures me all his sculptures are dishwasher safe.

WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR THE RUNE SPOONS

Like the ancient Greeks, the residents of Flatware County have been blessed with oracles. Though not from Delphi, these oracles are prized local prognosticators. There are, to the best of my knowledge, few if any other seers in Flatware County. We mostly write our future as we go along. I`m not even sure henbane grows here. While I haven`t been able to confirm it, I believe that the Rune Spoons are a phenomenon unique to Flatware County.

This is an introductory episode of the Rune Spoon Cartoon. For this episode we will draw on the definitions of the runes as presented by Ralph H. Blum in “The Book of Runes” A Handbook
for the Use of an Ancient Oracle: The Viking Runes. This isn`t the only set of allegorical definitions; I found several sets. My cursory, 20 minute, online search for the Blum definitions was fruitless. Wikipedia had a huge amount of stuff I was too lazy to read. That said I`m glad to have the other sets to consider and compare, but I prefer “The Book of Runes.” Besides, I already have a copy.

NEW BONES FOR THE PLUSH NEON MONKEY

Allrighty then, even the return of Aquavelveta pales next to news
of Plush Neon Monkey`s re-animotion (that`s a word right?). There were dark days for plush neon monkey, learning to cope with his paralysis. The sudden violence of the first chained-stand, full power test of Frangible Spoon`s Weed Whacker Ornithopter was hard on everyone present. Hell, it took twenty minutes to sweep up Frangible`s all but powdered remains. Meanwhile Nitinol Spoon sustained neither a scratch nor dent that didn`t pop right out with a quick dip in hot
water.

The conflagration began when a gust of wind brought the tip of one of the Weed Whacker Wings in contact with one of the chains holding down Frangible Spoon`s ornithopter. When the dust cleared, Frangible Spoon was too shattered to be recognized. Plush Neon Monkey and Nitinol Spoon were both thrown to the distant fences, and the Weed Whacker Ornithopter was once again a dream, two broken weed whackers, and a lot of unlikely looking little pieces.

In true Neon Monkey style, Plush has continued to make personal appearances.His San Andreas appearence was just weird; the dark orange sky was very distracting. Even so, we could tell he was just propped up. Oh yeah, you still got it, glow buddy.

Frangible Spoon has recently been resifted and shock-molded. He claims he isn`t as shiny as he used to be, but it`s nice to be tall again. Even though the whacker-thopter was his favorite re-purposed lawn tool aircraft, there was no mention of rebuilding it.

Fuzzy stem cleaner therapy has made great strides lately! Here at The Flatware County Gazette, we`re all hoping to see Plush Neon Monkey at this Fall’s gravy boat hayride, and we`re saving him a seat. Interest in this, the last tour of the season, has been running high. With luck the gravy won`t coagulate for another couple of weeks.

HONEY I`M HOME, HONEY?

Chez, I am returned, but who do I tell? I have been down here every day for a week now trying to file my Faxel Gears story. I guess I can take care of announcing my own return, but if I have to write the stories set the type, take out the trash, and answer all the mail, I want an office with a fridge and a window. Even the mice have stopped hanging around here--Hell if I hadn`t been here all the plants would be dead by now. I guess I can answer the phones for another day or two.
I hear that everybody`s been tied up getting the linktile website in shape. I think it`s great that we did that exhibition series on linktile, but a quick look at their counter says that they could take their time polishing up their site for company. Oh yeah, what`s up with that "Lizards" page? I checked it out, no lizards, just a couple of skinks and that "left handed lizard scoop."

The Faxel Gears story was pretty nearly a non-starter. First , I don`t believe there is a regularly scheduled flight from Flatware County to Birmingham, Alabama. Besides, the closest Faxel Gears got to Birmingham was the "No Pressure Palace" Bryce world. Faxel`s adventures in filmmaking led him to try shooting a proof of concept piece in Bryce. Fine, build some sets, frame some shots, place some lights, but Faxel got some kind of budget ticket outta Second Life. He seems to be dimensionally challenged, and though he`s flying all over, he seems frozen and flat as a board. Nice smile, but is he really glad to see us? Who knows? Good luck Faxel, but it seems to me that the only concept proved by this short is, machinema isn`t a game open to penniless Second Life poets. Aquavelveta


The stairs are steep

These walls too high

my avatar is lame

I`m standing in the water

but at least I`m in the game

Faxel Gears