Fuzzy, Interrupted

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Let’s say we’ll finish this up on Monday, shall we? Okay then.

29 Comments on “Fuzzy, Interrupted”

  1. Did she say “party?”

    Woohoo! Party at Scalzi’s! Everybody who’s invited should show up! (Everybody else, I hope you’ve got some plans, ’cause party crashing is just rude.)

  2. *waits for someone to say “that was totally staged, she was totally like prompted to say that!” just as if it were some kind of clever observation*

  3. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    Oh my god. Krissy is as amazing and powerful as they say. I salute you, sir.

  4. I have to say that I sympathize with Krissy. No offense, Papa Fuzzy, but you do shed like the dickens. If she’s got party prep, there’s going to be some vacuuming.

  5. David. Obviously you are not a married man. Any man who wants to stay happily married listens carefully to his wife. It is just the smart thing to do. I really like it when my wife is happy. When she is happy, I’m usually happy. I’m just sayin’.

  6. So. John. Since Krissy is obviously the pants wearer in the family I was wondering how short a skirt are you wearing for the party?

    Dude, when you get out of clothes your mother picked out for you, let us know.

  7. @David: Wait, it’s a Scottish party? Did I miss something?
    @Bander1: Man, I’m sooooo with you on this one.

  8. Very diffidently, might a transcript of the Fuzzy Qs and As be put up at some point, please? I’m severely deaf and haven’t been able to follow any of the recordings (I rely on lipreading, which is not easy with Papa Fuzzy, but I’d like not to miss out on the fun if poss).

  9. @Sooz: Per your request:
    (Scene opening. Pappa Fuzzy is in front of the camera.)
    Pappa Fuzzy: Hey, everybody, it’s time for another set of questions from a fuzzy!
    (Background: Krissy walks into the room.)
    Pappa Fuzzy: And a… so whats that… whats that…
    Krissy: Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?
    Pappa Fuzzy: Uh, I’m answering questions! It’s question and answer time.
    Krissy: You can’t do that here. I need all this space right here for what I’m doing right now.
    Pappa Fuzzy: What? What’re you doing?
    Krissy: I’m preparing for a party, so you need to scoot back.
    Pappa Fuzzy: But… but… but…
    Krissy: You gonna argue with me?
    Pappa Fuzzy: But the people…
    Krissy: (in her best “I’m Mom and this is a command” voice) You.. you gonna argue with me?
    Pappa Fuzzy: (in a “I know I’m not going to win this one”, downtrodden voice) No.
    Krissy: Thank you. (Then she gestures to the side with her thumb) Out.
    Pappa Fuzzy: (in a sad, almost trembling voice) I gotta go, people. We’ll do this some other time.
    (fade out)

  10. Donna Leonard – Southern California – I like to write, read, knit, crochet, watch movies, watch way too much television, listen to music and play Drawsomething 2 somewhat obsessively, not necessarily in that order. You can find my irregular blog at: http://manicmeanderings.blogspot.com/ 3 kids: Twenty-three-year-old boy/girl twins, and a thirteen-year-old girl. 3 cats: fourteen-year-old female, three-year-old female, and a two-year-old male
    Donna Leonard

    Papa Fuzzy was wise to not argue with her. I wouldn’t argue with her either!

  11. So – since Papa Fuzzy did in fact not argue with Krissy, and presumably did ‘scoot back’, what I wanna know is: did he get to go to (stay for) the party? And if so, what is it like, to party with a fuzzy?

  12. Upon posting, I realize that my previous questions are for John. Since Papa Fuzzy is going to answer more questions tomorrow, these are the questions I have (for Papa F): If you did get to go to Krissy’s party – what’s it like to party with the Scalzis? Did people dance? Did you dance? Did you like the food? What was the funniest moment? Thank you very much, Papa F – I hope you are enjoying your visit in OhioLand!

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