Shawn Huelle

An Experiment

I have started a writing experiment over at Google+. Until this process is automated, I will manually paste the experiment here.

This pencil, just sharpened, is probably one sharpening away from being too short to use.

Last night, I called a wireless telephone service provider in the US, and attempted to convince them to unlock my device so that I might put it to its primary use here in Europe. The wireless telephone service provider's representative refused. I suggested, politely, that selling me a device, but not letting me use all of it was not dissimilar from selling me a mystery novel, and then withholding the last ten pages. The representative admitted it was a good analogy, but still refused.

Though I have rotated it anywhere from 20 to 60 degrees nearly every time I have picked it up from the paper, the pencil has become dull. Soon, I will not be able to use it anymore, as it will no longer fit properly in my hand. I suppose I could buy one of those pencil extenders.

John Wayne Bobbit made a pornographic film after his divorce. John Wayne the non-porn actor only had one lung when he made True Grit. John Wayne Gacy did not deserve to have such a beautiful song written about him.

How dull is too dull? When does a pencil have to be sharpened? At what point does the lack of a point become the point?

Thank you Mirado Black Warrior found on the floor of a public high school in America, you have served me well. I tried not to press too hard on you. I tried not to sharpen you too often. Your two golden hearts always encouraged me, even when I saw them upside-down because I was erasing something.

Someday, I will write an apology to paper for all the sins I've committed against it.

When I worked for Kinko's, my favorite sound was that of paper being ripped because I mostly really hated that job.