Goofingus Farfinkle and the Yard Gnomes

By Mad Sweeney

Sounds like a polka band, but there is actually a meaning to this title. In a recent discussion with a dear friend about writing about their own experiences and emotion, we came across the topic of writing from ones own persona, and not from someone elses. I concluded that there is no better writing than that of the personally tragic, as written in some of the best works in history. To feel true sorrow, one must experience it as a whole, and that includes the literary form, along with all of the general criteria. In a nutshell, published or not, ones thoughts should be taken from the brain and scribbled on paper, or some other form of media as there is no better way to see yourself than from the outside looking in. The pen gives you the power to have your own little "out of body" check-up without the general population thinking you are a nutball with little sprinkles on top. It's late, and my senses are failing me...There is some sort of meaning in this somewhere, i'm sure of it.

Goofingus Farfinkle and the Yard Gnomes are figments of my imagination and are prime examples of what one may actually see when not properly maintaing the mental status. Ms. Farfinkle originated in the discussion mentioned above prior to this blog, but only by surname, and was used to characterize a humerous remark made by the other half, often the better half, of the conversation. As for the the Yard Gnomes, as long as they are off somewhere else enforcing the Travelocity guarantee and not appearing from out of nowhere next to my chair, then I am good, and I will continue to keep myself in check using the pen. And various other medications...Goodnight