A brilliant mind has fallen on hard times. Banished and living in exile (ok, so they’re the same thing; it’s important to get that point across), forced to read books under hazelnut trees, virtually incommunicado, except for those times when he’s been communicado, Byronic Man sounded the call for assistance.
In the face of this hardship, readers rallied.
Streisand and Bieber rallied. Chipmunks chimed in.
Marcus Aurelius considered tearing out his hair.
Tomato plants were watered. A garage may or may not have been cleaned (it’s complicated).
For (a) more (entertaining read) about his plight, look here. And then join the chorus. They especially need altos.
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. ~~ Margaret Mead (photo: We Are The World Foundation)
There comes a time
When we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are tomatoes dying
And it’s time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can’t go on
Pretending day by day
That someone, somehow will soon make a change
We are all a part of
Byronic’s family
And the truth, you know a book (or wireless) is all he needs
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let’s start giving
Send him your heart
So he’ll know that someone cares
So his cries for help
Will not be in vain
We can’t let him suffer
No we cannot turn away
Right now he needs a helping hand . . .
I don’t know what it is, but this is a cause that really touched my heart. One I can fully get behind.
I suspect it’s Usher and the chipmunk. It’s an overwhelmingly poignant pairing. Stay strong, TBM.
I applaud you for your efforts regarding this dire cause, Hippie (is this what you like to be called in the bloggy world? I haven’t come up with a nickname yet, but it will probably happen)! Might I suggest that the chipmunk receive the most credit here?
Well, SassyStache, I couldn’t sit idly by while everyone was working so hard on your doppelganger’s behalf. Speaking of which, how are you holding up in all this?
I try to go with Hipster sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly sassy my own self, but it’s kind of like when a guy you’ve always known as Booger gets a job in the real world and starts trying to go by Charles.
Fine by me if the chipmunk gets the credit. I hope you don’t get much pushback from Margaret Mead. I hear she can be a diva.
*gasp* SassyStache. There’s a name I think I could live up to. I think you and I will have a moment in the near future during commenting/blogging it up, and from that I will bestow upon you the greatest nickname ever. And when that time comes, I will not take credit. The chipmunks convey their genius through my oh-so-sassy ‘stache.
I believe what I am feeling right now might be described as gleeful anticipation, most commonly expressed with numerous exclamation points and capital letters, LIKE THIS!!! Pursuant to my recently established naming guidelines, I hope the chipmunks will avoid the temptation to associate me with bacteria, infectious or otherwise.
You know, at first I was bugged that I was not getting post updates from wp. Then, as I read this, I realized they were protecting me.
I think it was the temptations who said “a man ain’t supposed to cry, but these years I can’t hold inside.”
They also said, “I’m a man and I got pride, ” so suck it up and get over there and help the man, who said, and I quote, which is why I’m about to use quotation marks, “I feel like a hostage!”
He feels like a hostage? What the heck am I going to do about that?
How am I supposed to know? Juggle some eggs? Introduce someone badly? Help his mother-in-law clean the garage? Water the tomato plants?
My skills are limited and besides that he’s got grammar and punctuation covered.
For cryin’ out loud, O, I pulled in Streisand and Bieber. Do I have to do all the thinking around here?
Look what you’ve accomplished already – the man is free. This just goes to show that one voice, crying in the wilderness, plus a bunch of huge, musical talents with even bigger egos, and some avatars, and some chipmunks…well, there isn’t anything they can’t do together.
I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect har-mon-y-y-y-y! (Sorry, wrong soul-stirring group-sing.)
But you were on perfect pitch! I hope you’re ok with your hirsute surroundings. That wasn’t intentional. If I’d thought about placement earlier in the creative process, I’d have switched places with Lenore. She is in the sweet spot near Jennifer Nettles (a doll), Harry Connick, Jr. (same), and LL Cool J (sizzle).
Marcus Aurelius – the noblest Roman of them all. Too bad his son Commodus was such a jerk and destroyed everything.
How did I know you would know that? I knew you would know that.
You know, I sing so badly that I have been asked not to sing in church… thanks for letting join this worthy cause.
It was brilliant putting me next to the Biebs, though. Actually right next to his heart….That kid has soooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhh talentttttttt. I’m sure his magical musical notes drowned out my screeching. Unfortunately, I wasn’t drunk enough (yet) to think he was cute…
I noticed your placement next to The Biebermeister. At our age, feeling any attraction to that cute infant would just be…creepy.
I think if I were 30 (okay, dammit, 40) years younger I would still think he’s a doofus.
I was halfway through a glass of wine when the idea came to me (go figure), but it didn’t occur to me until the last 10 or so that I could have had more fun with who went where because things always seem to make more sense after a glass of wine, don’t they?
So, you being near Biebs’s heart wasn’t my plan. Maybe serendipity, though. I’m a big believer in serendipity.
Ha…I honestly don’t recall whether it was intentional to have Misty standing on Streisand’s chest.
I love that Margaret Mead quote – it is used often in my line of work (I’m a climate change activist).