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January 07 The Couple"The Fucking Pandas," that's what everyone used to call them. They never talked about sex, or love. They spent many hours together everyday, never holding hands and rarely smiling at each other. Everyone could see the connection in their body language and in their eyes. Their conversations never scratched the surface beyond current events and the weather. They never used words like, "we" or "us." Fucking Pandas. They are in love, but are too afraid to show any emotion toward each other no sex, no touching. Fucking Pandas. Each one waiting for the other to make the first move.
Matisyahu - Youth
'fore it had a chance to grow
Some of them embers still glow Them charcoal hushed and low Some of them come with hunger supressed Not fed them feel the death blow, yo CHORUS: Young man control in your hand Slam your fist on the table And make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth Got the freedom to choose You better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move "youth is the engine of the world" Storm the halls of vanity *****************************************
For those that don't know pandas around the world find it difficult to have sex in captivity without the aid of panda porn or other aids. December 30 The Gypsy And The PrinceI was going to write this to a girl I know. I changed my mind. Maybe it's a little too close to reality, and it might upset her?
There once was a gypsy and a prince. The gypsy could go anywhere in the world that she chose, but the prince was stuck in his kingdom. Every chance the prince got he would seek out the gypsy and watch her perform many tricks and hear her stories of far off places. The prince started to have feelings for the gypsy girl. Sometimes he wondered what some people would think of a prince falling in love with a gypsy girl, and if he should try to stop having feelings for her. The prince would disguise himself when he went out to pursue the girl he loved. She started to recognize him and would sometimes smile at him, or roll her eyes and, or stick out her tongue. When it rained he would offer her an umbrella, when she needed food he would offer to pay. Sometimes she would say that she couldn't accept his gifts because she didn't feel she earned it and didn't want to be indebted to him. She knew he was the prince no matter his disguise. Eventually the gypsy had to move on with her friends and family. The prince wanted to go too, but being a prince he was unable to go. He wanted to tell her he loved her, he wanted to show his feelings for her to the whole world. She left in the night and his longing for her grew until he found a way to leave and track her down. Would he dare tell her how he felt, or would he simply see her again, and then go back to his kingdom forever? September 10 Not This Macho: The JobWell, I finally decided to do Zed's job. It's got a nice salary, I get to see a bit of the country. Everything sounds good so far, not really. I'm supposed to find some guy's daughter she's run away from home or been kidnapped. I travelled through three states until I found her. I talked to people who had befriended her and given her food and money along the way. I learned about her personality, I wanted to learn just how easy Nancy would be to meet and how she'd feel about going home. Her dad's a bit of a drunk and a bit strung out over the fact that his wife died in an auto accident. I should have been wary about taking on a run away job without talking to the parents or guardian first, but then there's the pay and my wanderlust to prevent me from being too sceptical. And then there's the fact that Helen didn't want to see me again.
After I tracked down Nancy I didn't call her dad instead I asked her to relax and I told her that her dad had indirectly sent me to see her. I wanted to hear her side of things and not just send her home only to have her run away again. It's a great living for me, but not very good for anyone else. She tensed and waited to see whether I was telling the truth. She then sighed and said she'd meet me after work and tell me her side of the story. She told me to meet her at the Red Lobster a block away. I didn't need anyone to tell me that if she was off in two hours that I might be able to get a table by that time and then just wait in the bar till she came in. I was partially lucky in getting a table in a little over an hour, but now I had to have the waitresses giving me dirty looks while they waited for me to take the seat. Eventually Nancy came in and I let her tell me her story.
She was making a decent living, and had a boyfriend who wasn't a drunk and didn't beat her or mistreat her. The guy sounded more like a father figure than a boyfriend. She told me what she wanted out of her dad before she would consider moving back. I asked her if she was still attending high school. She giggled and said that with the help of her boyfriend she was able to take some night classes and then move into day classes with a fake transcript. Her marks were a lot better in her new school and the school itself was more dedicated to its students than the one she went to before. I told her I wanted to see her in class, that I would just say I'm auditing some classes to see the cirriculum and relationships between student and teachers was. She smiled and nodded her head.
I walked in and met the principal and told him why I was there. I told him the classes I would be sitting in, the same ones Nancy was taking. The principal shook my hand and was thrilled to see me taking an active interest in the education process. Nancy was about two semesters behind and would be continuing to take night classes and summer classes and would be able to graduate with people her own age in time. I met her boyfriend he told me how he met Nancy strung out and despondent not able to realize that she was sitting on a staircase full of people walking up and down. He asked her out to a coffee shop and told her all about his day, his job at the bank, his apartment. When the meal was over and she head into the bathroom he was thinking that she was totally uninterested in life and therefore uninterested in him. But when she returned to his table she was smiling. She thanked him for the meal, and asked if she could have a few coins to have a shower at a truck stop. He was about to ask her to shower at his place, but changed his mind. He gave her his phone no. and asked her if she needed a job. They spent 24 hours together he called in sick for work. And she warmed to him. I apologized and then mentioned sex with an underaged girl is a bad idea. That's when he told me that he never had sex with her. At first he just wanted her to function within society by having a job and getting an education. They were rarely together and when they were she was studying and wanting his help, or they both were too sleepy to do anything. Besides sex never actually came up. Maybe when she graduated, but even then it might not come up. Somehow I believed him he did seem like a father-figure and all the time I had spent with Nancy he hadn't called her cellphone so he couldn't have been the jealous type.
But what do I say to her dad. The guy paying my bills?
July 11 Not This Macho VIIII walked into a dive bar to try to think about what my next step should be when Zed walked in. Zed's a truck driver I've met many times criss crossing North America. He's an easy guy to spot. He's got half circles shaved out of the bottom of his eyebrows and angled lines shaved half way down from the top of his eyebrows looking like two suns at dawn above his eyes. He wears shorts almost everyday of the year and has a leopard pattern shaved on his hairy legs. He's about five foot five and looks like a boulder with hairy legs. He rarely ever smiles even when he's happy. He sees me and nods rockets his right hand out and points at the bartender, the bartender takes a step back. Zed is still heading toward the bar, he points his index finger at me then his thumb at himself, and gives the peace sign with his usual grimace. The bartender understands and immediately gives Zed and I the same bottle of beer Zed pays and comes over to where I'm sitting. "I got eyes and ears all over North America, I heard you were around here. Didn't think you'd be in such a dive though. This place has water, soap and solvent in the bathrooms. It's just that kinda place," says Zed with his usual subdued anger. "Cheers," I reply to him with a big smile. I always get happy to see the little guy with the hardened face. I know I shouldn't, my first reaction should really be, "Please don't kill me sir," but I've known Zed a long time and it really is always good to see him, a familiar face, if not a friendly looking face. "Look Helen doesn't want to see in the Sunshine Coast, in fact she never ever wants to see you again ever." Zed, pauses and let's the get threw my shock, anger and disappoiintment. "Look, I heard about you and Patty as well. Man you really got a horrible way with the ladies," sighs Zed. Zed's always looking people dead in the eye and once he's got you, you can't get away, just like the bartender. Now, I'm stuck too. Zed looks me in the eye, he's trying to think of what I should have said or done with Helen, or with Patty, but he just stares.
After a long pause he says, "Let's hit a strip joint I've got a freelance job you might be interested in I'll tell you about it in the morning.
July 09 Not This Macho IV: Leaving
*************************************** July 9th, 2006 I always seem very good at sabotaging myself for no other reason than boredom or an inability to express myself in a clear and concise manner. When I can't express myself or understand someone's deep emotional struggles I just want to flee instead of getting dragged down in things I don't understand. Yup, I wuss out a lot. I don't much care if people never really know how hard it is for me sympathize or empathize with them, I just want people to know that I'm there for them as best as I can be. July 08 Not This Macho III: Severed
July 07 Not This Macho II: Patty
July 06 Not This Macho I: Helen
May 29 My War Of The Worlds SeriesOkay, a long long time ago I thought about creating my own version of the TV series War Of The Worlds. I really liked certain aspects of the series, but there were many many problems with it as well. If you google it you'll notice each site about the series complains about the huge problems within. I've thought a great deal about how to address and change these problems and hopefully make it better. The first thing that I thought would help would be to create a season between the two already existing ones to make the story flow better. I then realized that wasn't going to be good enough so I'm going to try to create possibly six self-contained stories.
1. The aliens see the bombs released on Earth and believe the Earth has intelligent life and should be investigated. Ends with the aliens attacking and failing.
2. The alien survivors try to find a sanctuary. The armies start covering up the fact that the aliens are still around. An ex army leader recruits some ordinary citizens to help him stop the alien invasion. He helps to create The Grapevine. Meanwhile the aliens are trying to find ways of simply existing on Earth and then trying to figure out how to blend in or to make themselves superior to humans.
3. This ones the difficult one...This is the space between the two seasons. The retribution of the aliens from the home planet...They don't realize there are survivors...Or how their race was previously defeated...I think I'll make this a second planet. These new aliens are befriended by the first ones...The ex army leader is killed about this time.
4. Aliens from many other planets now run a small section of a big city. I forget what this area is called from the original series, but it's basically a way station. A place to wait between shuttles to other planets, it's run by an emperor who has set up a place for each family to sell things at booths in order to make the money to leave. The army has allowed this to be a sanctuary as long as none leave it. The first and second aliens are wanting to simply stay on Earth and that's why they don't live in this new place for aliens.
5. This one is mostly about free will. How much of a right do the aliens have to exist and how much do people have the right to live? A little bit about the destruction and changes of culture. There is a bit more on the love story in the humans and the aliens that gets a bit closer.
6. The conclusion. The aliens realize they were duped in coming to Earth by an alien bent on becoming leader killing his way to the top, and this alien was being used by another alien. Confusing, I know. The final episode of the original series was kinda good and kinda bad, lots of loopholes and I'm still unsure how to close up the final episode. Do they aliens get one of those gay villages, or do they just get accepted like they did in the tv show Alien Nation? How does their culture get accepted? Is the cat already out of the bag since there already is an alien sanctuary? Lots of little things going on here. There is a lot of political stuff in this series, like the fact that democracy leads to capitalism which leads to greed. And then something on dictatorship like Saddam or Fidel. Dictators who don't get pushed around by corporate greed. I don't believe in democracy, I don't believe in dicatorships, I believe that people need a leader who listens to their people. A leader who gives the people a heroes and makes things like unemployment and bad health the enemy. Blah blah, it's taken me a long time to get just this far and I don't know how far I'll actually get. April 27 Not This Macho VIIWell, I was out roller skating out on highway 92 when some pieces of glass and metal gouged into my wheels. The last thing I remembered was trying to jump into the ditch. I woke up in a hospital with a missing tooth and a cast on my leg. Everyday for two weeks a beautiful nurse came by to see how I was doing. She gave me my meals and even watched some movies in my room when she wasn't working. I really wanted to tell her that I loved her, ask her if she was single. But in the end I just appreciated the attention and the affection. When I finally got healed up and got my back in working order again, so I went to ask her out on a real date. My doctor told me that she was trying to get a taxi out front. She allowed me to share it with her. Apparently she was leaving for BC where Girl-In-A-Car the first was living. Another girl I cared about going so far away....She said she appreciated my friendship, but didn't feel she could have a boyfriend with her schedule and going to a new place. She gave me her new address in case I would come by. No money for a plane ride with prices going up and now a missing tooth and still trying to make it to BC. Back in Fargo, I can't believe I've accomplished so little on this trip.
At least I'm not really boyfriend material and I really don't have a chance with a nurse who can pick and choose where to live and work. I mean who am I? A guy who treks across the country getting little jobs along the way? What kind of girl would want a guy like me? Maybe I am running away from responsibility. Maybe I don't or can't really settle down even when I meet someone I feel a connection to. Damn! I'm back in Fargo! Maybe I should just give up this silly trip!
I wanted you to be my lover
but you kept calling me big brother
So I'll drink my vodka with my friends
They've all passed away or moved away
So I drink with the headstones
but at least I don't have to drink alone April 08 Not This Macho VIJumping off a caravan and into a ditch is not a good idea when you're wearing roller skates and wearing a huge backpack on your back. After shaking off my landing for about an hour I managed my way to the small town for a place to sleep and a few good brew.
When I finally made it there and paid for my room I couldn't believe that they didn't have a bar. I sat up drinking my vodka in the restaurant sneaking it out when no one was looking. A Vietnamese trucker walked up to me and called me Mr. Owl. I wasn't able to get a good grasp on his accent, but I believed the vodka was a great help. I asked him why he called me Mr. Owl and he said, "Youlooklike Mr. Owl, inthestory aboutthe canary and the owl," he continued. "Everybodylikedthe canary itwouldfly around tomanyplaces spreadingit's happy song, andtheowl saw this and asked why is it that everybody loved the canary, but everyone hated him. Even little kids threw stones at him he said that one day he would leave China. The canary told him to that before he left that the canary wanted to say goodbye to him. After a long while of the owl complaining about being mistreated he told the canary that he was leaving. The canary said where will you go? No matter where you go you will still be an owl and you can't fly very far so you will never leave China." I never heard such a strange story in my life and had no clue what he meant. I was on the road why wasn't I a canary. The Vietnamese trucker continued, "You need to change your attitude about who you are, reinvent yourself. You can't run from yourself. Life has treated you badly, but you need something to smile about." He really believed what he was saying. When he started his story I was wondering if I could club him to death would I be able to learn to drive his semi with standard and how long would it take for the cops to catch me, but after hearing his whole story I wondered. I wondered just what was it I was supposedly running from? How could I make my situation better? I thought I was trying to find something that went wrong with my past so I could correct the present, but was I just running away from relationships, running away from emotions and painful memories? I looked at my bottle of vodka like it was an expensive Van Gogh I told the trucker that I need to feel in control, I need to feel power. In a relationship power is compromised, leadership becomes a tug-of-war I need a relationship that fits me...I put the bottle away and continue, maybe I need a woman who can give me space and closesness, some kind of tango between the two. But how do I find that? The trucker smiles and says that I'm now pursuing happiness, but I need to find happiness in the moment. He gets up and does a weird skip to the jukebox and pays two girls to take turns dancing with the two of us. I still can't find the beat but must admit I did have a good laugh. I think I'll stop off at another town and see my friend next he lives somewhere in Montana near the Canadian border, wonder if they're flooded out again.
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Okay, why Vietnamese guy? Well a Vietnamese guy at work told me this story that's why. And like I said, I'm still unsure how this story will end, and I still have a time limit on it. April 07 Not This Macho VI headed out in the middle of the night with my backpack and my roller skates on. I made it from Pig's Ear to Minotonka where I spent the night at a motel after downing a few brew in the bar there. I awoke to a loud knocking on the door I saw the police lights blinking thru the curtain I had no clue what they wanted to do with me. A fat bald guy looked really pale and scared he started stuttering, "So-so-sorry to bother you, but I noticed that your car wasn't here when I went to get a drink from the soda machine so I called the police." I was still a bit drunk and started giving the police the description of my black Lotus when I remembered I totalled it ten years earlier. I suddenly remembered where I was and where I was going. After the police left rolling their eyes at having to rush out for nothing my hangover kicked in like I just got hit by a semi.
Back out on the road looking at the shit brown top soil and the piss yellow grass I realized how dumb it was to be roller skating to BC down Highway 92, all the stupid little bumps on the tiny shoulder. I tried bumper shining for a bit but got sick of the fumes and took a cigar break. Then I saw a nice caravan going about 40 miles an hour and I skated behind it and rested on the ladder, no need to see ahead of me nothing to be looking at except the exit signs.
I got off when I saw a sign that only 10 miles off an exit was a town so I jumped off the caravan and into the ditch.
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Yeah, that's about it for now, man I'm bushed. What a rough day. March 26 Not This Macho IVIt's been ten years since I stayed in a town for three consecutive months. Just what the hell was I waiting for? I guess I wanted to say goodbye to girl-in-a-car. A goodbye, godspeed type of thing. A goodbye to remember. How stupid is that? I don't have her address, email or otherwise, and no phone number. No way to reach her and no words to express how I feel. I bought a huge backpack and roller skates I decided to head west there's a girl I used to know who lives in BC maybe she can tell me why we split up and gain some insight in how to deal with girl-in-a-car. I figure if I keep a good pace I should reach her place in about a month's time.
As I'm leaving girl-in-a-car shows up and asks me if I want to go to a party. For the first time I've seen her she's wearing make-up and a dress that was somehow conservative and sexy. I had made up my mind to leave and there she was...Coming out of the blue.
I put on my boots and leave my backpack in her car, she parades me around the party. Me, the guy in a wife beater and combat boots at a formal party. She introduces me to a guy she's in love with. I feel like an atom bomb just went off in my heart and down a drink that's waiter is floating past. I wanna kill they guy, I want air. I tell her I see someone on the balcony and get my air. I see a girl alone on the balcony I pinch her ass and kiss her when she turns and opens her mouth. I needed that I tell her and walk back to the party. I spend an hour with girl and her boyfriend I think they'll make a great couple, I ask her to get my bag from my car and tell her I'm leaving. She seems kinda sad I'm going, but when a guy comes from the balcony and wants to kill me my exit looks imminent.
Back on the road again. February 22 Not This Macho IIIAugust 29th was the last time I wrote one of these travel logs. She was great, beautiful and brilliant and again I ruined it all. The car wasn't totalled like in Not This Macho I, but she did kindly tell me to leave her car. I can't help being me, or being mean whichever you prefer. I was bringing her down in very irritatings ways, I kept bringing up the fact that she had two years to live and that she should DO something. I had no idea what, and I still don't. I hear she isn't doing too well and I hate feeling powerless, so I was planning on leaving her anyway. I need power, I need to feel in charge, but these days I'm tempted to slow down and look behind me. See the past and see the damage I've done. And maybe, just maybe look back and evalute my descions and find a better way of doing things. Maybe I could pave a new better future for me and everyone.
Instead I just shrug and picked up some shit jobs, I talked to people I listened a lot. Maybe the girl-in-the-car had the right idea about life. Maybe you shouldn't change your life when you know that things are going to end, maybe you just spend time with those who make you happy, and kick to the curb those that don't.
It's kinda weird though, she gives me rides to work or wherever if she's heading the same way. Maybe she's sees something in me that I've never seen. She's givin me some stuff to help out my hygenie problems, things I've never used or knew existed. I threw a beer bottle at a mirror and went for my gun the other day, didn't realize that I was starting to look...Human. What the hell am I becoming??
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I started this space simply to chuck out stories and be able to find them later on and evenutally compile one or two just for laughs. I usually don't let these stories last long enough for the main character to get happy, but this ones got a bit of a time limit. In real life I forgot her birthday, and she didn't mind. I wish I could be "important" to her, but I know that'll never happen. And with a time limit...well you take what you get. Someday I might find a way to stop beating myself up over this stuff. "bye bye spycho" the mu http://www.themu.net/music.htm January 13 ....a wimpered blogWell, a friend of mine has killed his blog because I'm the only one who visited it. Heehee, it was a little too direct and honest for people to handle perhaps, or maybe I should have put up a link for it. Or maybe I should have tried to get him to write more, I don't know. Maybe he'll try again and put a different spin on it. And yeah, maybe I'll put up a link for it this time.
It's kinda weird, I think he's the only one who I left a comment of all the blogs from my msn list.
A friend of mine will never create a blog on here, because he says it's really weird when his friends girlfriends show pics of the new boyfriend before they break up with the old one. And guys are just as bad.
Too bad I don't have his msn list so I can check out these blogs, hehe.
Time to sleep so I can ignite the nite. September 28 Scrapped Song Titles1. I'm going to heaven to look down womens' shirts
2. Any boy can make a baby, (but it takes a man to know when to runaway)
3. I maybe in the gutter (but I'm looking up womens' skirts)
4. On the sidewalk to hell (someone give me a ride)
5. selling my soul for a single
6. Lookin for the right woman without a wedding ring
Some of these actually have a few lyrics. Maybe someday I'll write out the whole song who knows?
September 17 thumbnail on Batman Baddie: The DVD Payola GuyOkay, I'm getting way ahead of myself. I still have Grandpa Wayne living in the mansion, but I'm really curious about the payola of DVD rental places. Go into your favorite movie rental shop and the selection of movies seems to be dwindling. There are more movies being made around the world, but somehow they aren't making it to the video store. I'm thinking the reason is payola. Of course I have a lot of research ahead of me to figure out how payola works in making music to see how it coresponds to movies. If good movies are bieng made why aren't distributors snapping up the movies for mass distrobution?
If anyone wishes to give me some links to sites or some basic understanding that'd be cool! September 10 University PostersIf you can't do it DO IT!!!
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In life there are no make-up exams. Choose your decisions carefully. (there's a pic of Tammy Faye)
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I love deadlines, especially the whooshing sound as they pass by. (This is close to a Douglas Adams quote, but I'm too lazy to find int.)
August 29 Not This Macho IIWell, there I was back on the highway of life. I finally hit the store and bought another bottle of vodka, replaced my shoes and got some food. Back to the highway, looking for some action. After about half a day a girl pulls up in a shiny Lexus with all the frills of a West Coast Customs original. She rolls down the passenger side automatic window and asks, "You need a lift?" I look at her and say, "Yeah?" A guy baking in the sun never has a chance with the rich girls unless it's some kind of fling or chance to see her boyfriend beat the crap out of a perfect stranger. She smiles and says, "If you need a lift use Viagra," she slips the car into neutral and hits the gas, rocks pelt my legs.
She takes her foot off the gas and says, "It looks like you're lucky day. Get in." I'm wary. I've always been wary of cars and relationships, both are always driven by women. I get in despite my experience, I mean at least she's got a sense of humor no matter how sick. We get driving she asks me how the insects are, with a laugh. I start putting my hand out to turn on the A/C, but she just laughs, "It works but I like the wind in my hair." Well, actually so do I, but someday I'd like to find out the big deal of A/C. I start starring out the window and when I look back she's pointing a plastic gun to my head and tells me to take off my shirt. Not the usual request from inside a moving car, but who am I to judge. After my shirt is off she starts shooting me with some white cream. "You should look after your skin better, rub in that skin cream," she says.
Surprisingly, we hit it off pretty well, we correct each others mistakes, value each others opinions, it's all going well. I take my shoes off and enjoy the ride. Did I take my shoes off in the original story?" Been so long I forget. I take a good look at her when she isn't looking. She's got this beauty of a car and she never wears make-up, when she smiles she reminds me of this porn star named Tila Nyguen or something - can't spell that good. Besides how the bloody hell do you tell someone they look like a porn star?
For the first time in my life I feel like saying, "You know thirty miles east is a drive-thru wedding chapel, whaddaya say we hitch-up and get ourselves a caravan?" Just as I'm trying to piece the words together I realize I haven't mentioned the phrase, "I love yhou." Can I really say that? Just then she smiles and says, "I'm going to give you everything. Everything I have. At least when I die I will. You see I only have two years to live." She laughs and says she's being serious, somehow I know she's telling the truth. It goes with my bad luck, afterall, only this time the voice in my head, that tells me to kill the relationship in a river of blood is now telling me see it to the end. Just before she dies, tell her you love her. Tell her you wasted two years of your life hanging out with the love of your life wanting to marry a woman who may or may not love you in return. Pathetic.
We pull into a gas station, she fills the tank, apparently, the tank is another special feature of the car and she'll explain it to me later. I get some nicer clothes, I feel I have to inorder to, "fit into this new car," I shave and get my hair cut. Why am I caring about my appearance? Wait! She cares about my skin, but she doesn't wear make-up, what gives?
If you know someones going to die in two years. How do you react, What's the right thing to do? Do you get attached? Like in that movie 50 First Dates, are you some kind of sicko to try to get involved? Like those women who marry guys who have life sentences and no chance of parole? Why do I always second-guess reality? Maybe it's because reality is just too damn weird for me to handle. August 06 Wayne's Monster: Death of a Titan Part 1Mathew Wayne was a very lazy man with wild ideas. He asked many questions of his friends and family about why things were the way they were. Sometimes he'd hit a pub and shout out his wild ideas, and ask his friends to prove him wrong. Some of his rants sparked interest from people in these pubs, bets were made on whether Mathew was right or his inventive and educated friends. For the most part Mathew was wrong, but the money generated from these bets went toward further studies in things like trains, engines, and communications systems. Some of Mathew's friends recieved pattens and promotions beyond their wildest dreams. Mathew's friends felt a strong desire to give the money back to their friend who had pushed the limits of their imaginations and skills. Mathew would simply laugh and say, "Thanks for working for Wayne Corporation, where the gamblers might loose, but society always wins!!" When he turned forty his friends threw him a party to unviel a new skyscraper in town built with all of the latest technology and two floors full of research and development for things that might take years to complete.
At the party Mathew Wayne was delighted on seeing so many of his old friends, but was shocked and horrified at the unveiling of Wayne Corp. Skyscraper. He had never desired any fame or fortune, let alone from so many people that he thought of as his superiors. But what could he do? They were his friends afterall, and they gave him a life of opulance, with a butler and mansion to boot.
Mathew Wayne decided he would give his friends a party along with his new wife and baby boy. He would get some strangers to create a masterpiece of the garden and create a cave it would be totally inspired by the Sir Francis Dashwood Castle (yup, it's real. Or should I say perverted?). The garden was being headed by a very stern and stubborn woman who commanded her team like soldiers. Yelling out orders and ignoring any reasons for change in her vision. The men working on the Dirkwood-esque cave ran into difficulties on design and safety wanting to carve with jackhammers dragons and unicorns into the walls, but finding a way to reinforce the walls to withstand any small quakes that could happen over time.
The garden became a small failure as many plants didn't have the time to grow, luckily Mathew's wife Emily was a gardener and was able to move some of her plants from the greenhouse into the yard. The cave however was a complete failure, the sculptures accidentally cracked the wall separating the Wayne cave from a batcave, bats swirled around making it totally useless for guests. As always Mathew Wayne was able to laugh off his failures. His party still hit page one and throughout the paper were handy hints on how to have a better party, and garden and so on.
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Well, that's my little quaint origin story of the batcave.
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