Shorts and Other Laundry, FREE!

Shorts And Other Laundry, a ‘best of’ collection of short stories from Ethan Holmes

is now permanently free. Click on the book cover and download the version

you prefer through Smashwords. If you own a Nook, Kindle, Ipad or just about any other

Ereader/Tablet, Shorts and Other Laundry is now available for Free in keeping with the

spirit of the season!

Eight entertaining stories from the slightly askew mind of author Ethan Holmes.

The Box; A man gets a strange box and a bit more than he wished for.
Spooked to Death; Two women decide to find out, once and for all, who is trashing their back porches.
A Very Small Town; Life in a small town isn’t always what it seems to be.
Two Paragraphs; A depressed writer meets a ragamuffin street urchin who claims to be Death.
Who’s In Charge Here? Norman Wright is having a real hard time keeping control of his life.
The Man Who Ate Popcorn; Meet George, a man who has a strange obsession with popcorn.
Have Some Cookies and Milk; Three young schoolboys have had enough of Jake bullying them.
Make and Model; Jeff and Marta are looking forward to the birth of their little girl but get a bit more than they were expecting.

Ethan Holmes welcomes reviews of Shorts and Other Laundry from his valued readers.

Shorts and Other Laundry is free on Smashwords.

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Shorts and Other Laundry is free on Amazon Kindle.

Happy Holidays to all.

Read excerpts from other titles by Ethan Holmes.

Earth’s Blood

The Keystone

Live Your Life in a Crap Free Zone

A Multi-Pack of Brain Flakes

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Ethan Holmes Advice About Leftover Thanksgiving Turkey

ethan holmes turkeyEthan Holmes wishes you a Happy Thanksgiving! So ya bought a thirty pound bird at the store because “it was such a deal, only eighty nine cents a pound!” Unfortunately only five people showed up for Thanksgiving dinner and three of them had already eaten somewhere else. Even the homeless guy at Walmart doesn’t want any more. Now you have gobs of leftover Thanksgiving turkey. What to do…what to do.

Fortunately, Ethan Holmes is here to save the day, or the week.

Top Ten Things To Do With Leftover Thanksgiving Turkey

10- Drop it in the blender and make a smoothie.

9- Pack it for lunch for the next 32 days until you start growing feathers.

8- Make a casserole that won’t turn out like your mother’s and give it to the neighbors.

7- Grind it up and use it to plug all the little holes in the wall where the kids keep missing the dartboard.

6- Sprinkle generously with fresh ground pepper and spread around the house perimeter to deter unwanted varmints.

5- Put it in a zip bag, freeze it, forget it’s there and then pull it out eight months from now and play a family game called “What the hell is this?”.

4- Send it home with your in-laws with a little card that says “Season’s Greetings and Happy Food Poisoning”.

3- Set pieces of it outside to sun-dry and then use it to patch the kids’ shoes.

2- Use it to start a food fight.

And lastly, the number one thing you can do with leftover turkey….

Serve it again at Christmas!!! Just flick off all the fuzzy purple spots and re-heat.

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Ethan Holmes wishes you all a happy holiday season and the hope that you avoid serious injury while battling your fellow shoppers. And if you don’t like these suggestions, I have more.

Don’t have a lot of time over the holidays to read a whole novel? Take a look at Ethan Holmes’ newly released novella, The Town of Perfect. It’s a town where everyone lives by the credo, “All give freely of what they have”. Is it possible?

The Town of Perfect

Get your Christmas present early from Ethan Holmes. Help yourself to a free copy of Shorts and Other Laundry, a ‘best of’ collection of short stories. It’s downloadable here at Amazon or here at Smashwords for all other ereader/tablets.

Take a look at the latest novel from author Ethan Holmes. Water is available in ebook and paperback.

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Ethan Holmes is the author of Live Your Life in a Crap Free Zone, Water, The Town of Perfect, Earth’s Blood, The Keystone, Shorts and Other Laundry and A Multi-Pack of Brain Flakes.

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Thanksgiving Instructions from Ethan Holmes

Happy Thanksgiving!

Ethan Holmes Snoopy-ThanksgivingAs usual, I am spending Thanksgiving alone. Many of you are privileged enough to spend yours with family and friends. So I thought it would be an opportune time to give you some ‘instructions’ about how to spend the holiday since I obviously have no clue how to even participate unless I go to the store to buy a twenty pound bird, bake it and eat it all by myself. I believe the only result of that would be I would never want to see another turkey for the rest of my life.

That said, I humbly submit an excerpt from my rather distorted and dry-witted look at life, Live Your Life in a Crap Free Zone. This small sample gives you instructions on what to do at the Thanksgiving table. It’s just a theory but I hope it helps you all have a more peaceful Thanksgiving holiday despite the fact that you are in a house full of people. I know mine is going to be quiet as hell. Even Woodstock won’t be joining me as he headed for Florida for the winter.

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving imageAn excerpt from Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone by Ethan Holmes; From the Family chapter.

Family crap knows no distinction when it comes to financial status, station in life, sex, race, religion or location. It can range in flavor and smell from your teenage daughter whining at you about why she can’t have a boyfriend and a cell phone, to your grandmother glaring at you because you brought her a couple of nice brochures for some great nursing homes, preferably thousands of miles from your present location. (Is this the same woman that used to make you cookies?)

Your husband comes home and whines about his job, your mother comes home and whines about the price of cottage cheese at the store. Someone calls to tell you your cousin in Indiana was just caught in a meth raid and you want to call your sister and tell her that, for some reason you cannot fathom, you can’t fit into your favorite jeans from three years ago. Of course, you also tell her there is something mechanically wrong with your scale because it keeps insisting that you weigh forty pounds more than you think you weigh.

Back to the estranged members of the family like Uncle Bob; do you know what the difference is between the rest of the family and Bob? Bob has a distinctively weird, peaceful look on his face. Of course, to all the family members sitting over there in a giant hot tub of crap, this only reinforces their idea that Bob is nuts and really strange.

“What’s wrong with Bob that he won’t come sit in our hot tubs of crap? Look, everyone else is here? Why isn’t Bob in here? We’re family. We’re supposed to stick together no matter what? So here we are sticking together in this giant hot tub of crap but weird ol’ Bob is just standing out there smiling. What’s up with that? He’s just weird. He’s a loner. He’s estranged from the rest of the family.”

What kind of family would you have if you didn’t invite each other to sit in your tub of crap? What if not a single one of you issued an invitation to another family member to come sit in your hot tub of crap? What would that be like?

My guess would be that initially all the holidays would be really, really quiet. My guess is that your minutes of usage on your cell phone would plummet. I would also venture to say your mileage on your vehicle and your gas expense would drop significantly too. Why, you might even have time for a hobby or two all of a sudden, like basket weaving or studying the life of the fish in your aquarium.

Here is a scenario I am putting forth that would be an easy yet revealing and perhaps, eye-opening experiment. Next Thanksgiving I would like to see you declare the immediate space around your family dining room table as a ‘crap-free zone’.

No one would be allowed to bring any hot tub of crap to the table. (I don’t know where they would put it anyway.) No one would be allowed to invite anyone within that area to sit in their hot tub of crap. If you want to extend an invitation, you and the accepting party must leave the room and not return until you’re through swimming in each other’s crap.

Can you imagine the peace that would envelope the dining room? The silence would be deafening and yet so calming and comforting. Why, you’d actually hear the people you love eating and enjoying the abundant and tasty food laid out on the table. You would hear the soft clattering and tinkle of silverware and glasses and even the sound of munching and crunching intermingled with the occasional, “Man, this is good!” or “Who made this? It’s awesome!” And if anyone did start a conversation, it could only be about wonderful, uplifting things; no crap.

What a concept! A crap-free Thanksgiving where your cousin Fred couldn’t complain about spending the holidays without a girlfriend for the second year in a row. Your mother couldn’t say a word about how you don’t make the crust right on the apple pie. Ed couldn’t start talking about his neighbor down the street who is always fixing his rust bucket, oil-dripping car in the driveway and “dammit, it’s against HOA rules!” Why even Uncle Joe couldn’t complain about how his TV at home only gets two hundred and thirty four channels and yours gets five hundred and sixty two and “When are we gonna watch the game? ‘Cause I can’t get it at my house!”

Imagine the quiet. What would your family members have to say to each other if they would not be allowed to invite others to sit in their hot tub of crap?

My mother, and probably yours, used to say, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything.” What a concept. What if that was a rule in life? Can you imagine how quiet the world would become?

What would your family talk to you about if they couldn’t invite you to sit in their hot tub of crap? Just think about that for a moment. What would your mother talk about the next time she picks up the phone? What would your siblings talk about at the next family gathering? Why, if you’re not careful, even estranged ol’ Uncle Bob is liable to show up to participate in the peace.

My theory is that family does not have to consist of a whole bunch of tubs of crap for everyone to sit in. I’m not sure it’s a valid theory since human relationships seem to need that to thrive. Rather, I am offering choices.

You, as a family member, can make other choices much like Uncle Bob. I would like to think it is possible to have a quality relationship with your mother without getting on the phone and spending two hours a day complaining to each other and extending invitations to sit in each other’s crap.

I would dare to think that you can converse with your brother or sister and not get into an argument about the rest of the family or certain members you might not see eye to eye with. I would like to believe it is possible to get through an entire day without a single negative thought about anyone in your family, no matter what their actions or speech may invoke.

 

What if being a close family meant that only love, kindness and affection were present among family gatherings? What if only love and support was offered in times of trouble we must all face at one point or another in life; not criticism, derision and anger? What if your family is truly ‘close’ because there are no tubs of crap in the way?

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A Thanksgiving Poem by Ethan Holmes, I Forget to Remember

I Forget to Remember

A Thanksgiving Poem

By Ethan Holmes

 

Too often I forget to remember, to pause a moment among many distractions,

Life pulls at us here and there, first this way and that, then upside down,

Till there are times when you are lost, hopeless, hapless and ungrateful,

Too often I forget, this is the time to choose stillness, to cease the pulling, the tearing,

the grasping and reaching

 

I forget to remember, to look around and inward for a fleeting second or two,

To see what I am, who I am, what I strive to be, my hopes and dreams, my goals yet unattained,

To take stock of what I have of things not material, of things vital to joyful life,

And yes, to be grateful, to say thank you to everyone and no one and every thing,

 

I forget to remember to be thankful, for health, for food, for shelter from cold and rain,

For mobility, freedom to move about borne of my own volition, freedom to be still,

To extend gratefulness where none is required or asked, to offer kindness where none exists,

And though they be few of number, for friends always there and never far

 

Too often I forget to remember to be truly grateful, and extend my gratitude to others,

That they too, in turn, may remember to be thankful and pass it kindly to the next,

To take the most fleeting moments of life as an interlude on the way to grace,

To enshrine such grace with gentle acts of unselfish benevolence

 

I will remember to forget what remains to be ungrateful for, what grievance, unkindness and troubles,

                                I will remember all that is left is to be grateful.

 

 

There are a great many times in our lives when we simply forget to stop and say thank you for the many things we have in life, things we take for granted and give no second thought to whatever. Perhaps Thanksgiving can be time to give that second thought.

What do you think? How will you participate in Thanksgiving this year?

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Bedbugs and Cockroaches, by Ethan Holmes

Bedbugs and Cockroaches is a poem I wrote when I was approximately thirteen years old. I was an avid baseball fan and my favorite team was the St. Louis Cardinals despite growing up in Pennsylvania where it was allegedly against the law to root for any team other than the Phillies and Pirates.

Ethan Holmes SLCIn honor of the Cardinals appearance in this year’s World Series against the Boston Red Sox I am, for the first time ever, publishing this crude little homage to the game.

Bedbugs and Cockroaches

by Ethan Holmes

I was lying in my bed one night, about to fall asleep,

When I heard a thunderous racket and I decided to take a peek

I turned my little night light on and looked up at the wall,

There were some bedbugs and cockroaches playing a game of ball

The score was 4 to 3, the bedbugs at the bat,

The trophy they were playing for I found out was my hat

A cockroach pitched the ball using all his might,

A bedbug hit the ball which disappeared into the night

The ball bounced off my bedpost and caromed off my head,

Then headed back to the playing field and struck a cockroach dead

Now my room was all asunder, confusion reigned on high,

And above it all I heard the umpire yell, “You’re not supposed to die!”

Well, no one seemed to know what to do and the score remained the same,

Then the umpire called a conference and decided to call the game

Maybe I can go back to sleep ’cause that appeared to be that,

And I was secure in the knowledge that all was well,

’cause I still had my hat!

Ethan Holmes is the author of five books; Earth’s Blood, The Keystone, Shorts and Other Laundry, A Multi-Pack of Brain Flakes, and Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone

Check out this excerpt from the upcoming novel Playing With Matches by Ethan Holmes.

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Autumn, by Ethan Holmes

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Autumn

by Ethan Holmes

Unseen, unheard in the stillness of a black October night,

I, tucked deep within the confines of my dream-scattered sleep.

Someone or something ran amuck through the mountains,

Wild and frenzied, dashing here and there,

Flitting and darting there and here,

Dozens of hues and colors at the tip of their brush,

Frantic splashing and sploshing as though chased by another with same intent,

Clambering across cold-muted creeks, up and down frost-kissed hills,

Leaving those not blessed with the myriad orange, red and gold,

To lie upon the ground and water,

To return again for yet another try, another season.

You worked your palette well, darting about touching this one and not that,

Leaving one green to remind me of summer just passed,

Setting another to fiery red, to foretell Winter tapping my door.

Let it set awhile for me to marvel on a crystal cold morn,

To ponder the circle of life in all nature,

The coming and going of things.

Then, unrestrained because you cannot help it,

blow it about with the same frenzy,

Whirl and twirl your glee in the winds of change,

Fling it about, strip it clean, throw it all down.

You can start again next year, the same leaves restored.

Ethan Holmes is the author of Water, a fictional novel about human survivability against the specter of no potable water.

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Ethan Holmes is the author of five more books and lives in northern Arizona.

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Ethan Holmes Says ‘Wear Clean Underwear’

“Wear clean underwear folks, because governments on all levels, businesses and internet trolls are poking around where they shouldn’t be poking.

A few examples;

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For $500 the TSA will gladly maul, manhandle and otherwise probe portions of your body that should only be available or visible to you. The nice part about it is no dinner, conversation, or any of the other common ‘first-date-jitters’ are involved. It’s my guess that this person would likely get winded making her way to the restroom yet I could see where she would possibly whip out a tube of hemorrhoid medicine and threaten to lube the pilot if she wasn’t immediately flown to Maui.

ethan holmes cell phone infoFire up your cell phone and take a good, hard look at the apps on the device. Most of them were not put there by you. Most of them were put there by the cell phone service provider because they would really like to get to know you better…, a lot better…, better than your mother knows you. (Remember your mother telling you to always ‘wear clean underwear’ in case anything happened?)  Many of the apps on your cell phone follow your every move through GPS, cookies, transactions and just plain asking you what you would like to do. Ask Siri how well she knows you and you may have to think about filing stalking charges.

A couple of days ago I saw a commercial on TV that utterly fascinated me. A cable company had gleeful, glossy-eyed, robotic, frontal lobotomy patients, er, I mean customers, all happily espousing the wonderful benefits of allowing the cable company and their devices to have access to all their television, cell phone and internet activities. This, they proclaimed happily, allowed the cable company to ‘suggest’ programs to watch, apps to download, things to sign up for or buy and how to properly pick the guy/girl of your dreams. (Well, maybe not that last one.) The end result is that your TV screen now looks like this.

ethan holmes cable bundlingI don’t know about you, but as a writer, I don’t have time or the inclination to watch 589 channels of junk. Nor do I wish the cable company to know more about me than I know about me. (Do they know if I have clean underwear on? Do they then suggest buying Hanes over Jockey? What do they do with someone who doesn’t wear underwear? If I wear Fruit of the Loom does that mean I am more likely to buy jalapeno flavored barbecue potato chips or watch Duck Dynasty in my clean underwear?)

If you ever wish to experience a need to change into some clean underwear, literally, try plugging Ghostery into your web browser and watching how many entities are tracking your every move on the internet. It will, quite literally, amaze the crap out of you. But don’t worry, if you listen to your Mom, you’ll have clean underwear to change into.

There’s such a thing called privacy. Privacy’s definition necessarily dictates that you don’t know whether I have clean underwear on or not. Privacy dictates you shouldn’t need to know. Thus I choose not to allow the TSA a complimentary grope of my personal parts. (Thank you kindly, I’ll drive in my clean underwear or semi-naked.) I choose to have control of my own phone and the apps on it. I choose to not have access to thousands of channels at a cost of thousands of dollars per year. (But as the cable company will tell you, “you’re saving thousands on bundling”.) I choose not to have my TV, cell phone or DVD player tell me what I feel like watching tonight.

What do you choose? What value do you place on privacy and your personal rights?

Ethan Holmes is the author of Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone, a humorous and witty look at the choices people make in life and the paths these choices set them on.

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Playing With Matches by Ethan Holmes

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Take a look at the newly released excerpt from Playing With Matches and please feel free to express your opinion either by voting or commenting.

If you have ever used Internet dating sites or known someone who has you will be all too familiar with the story behind Ethan Holmes’ latest novel, Playing With Matches.

Playing With Matches is the story of a man who has finally had enough of Internet dating sites and who decides to do something about his frustration. What might have been an awesome method for finding the ‘girl of his dreams’ has become a corrupt nightmare full of lies, deceit and games. To him, dating sites have are a breeding ground for women who just want to come home to sixty eight emails from men who desire them. No commitment, no effort, no responsibility and certainly no intent. It’s time to play a few games of his own.

In the land of Ethan Holmes, the author, your vote means something; well, at least to me it does. No, I’m not running for office, trying to win a contest or a ‘free’ publishing package. I’m just after notoriety without the arrest record or the reality show. Thank you kindly.

Ethan Holmes is the author of Earth’s Blood, The Keystone, Shorts and Other Laundry, A Multi-Pack of Brain Flakes, Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone and the soon to be released, Playing With Matches.

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How To Tell If There Is A Writer In You

How do I know that I, Ethan Holmes, am a writer? How do you know if you have a writer residing somewhere in you yet to be released?

ethan holmes overlook-grand-canyon_966x543A person will visit the Grand Canyon and stay an average just fifteen minutes. They will stand near the edge and point and gawk and say things like, “How pretty!” and “Awesome”. Then they will go home and pull out photos every ten years and remember.

As a writer I will look at the Grand Canyon and ask how it came to be. I will wonder what is in the Grand Canyon, what is its history, what’s at the bottom, what makes up the walls and what it looks like under varying conditions and times of the year.  I will hike it, explore it, look it up on Google. Then I will write a story involving all those things.

ethan holmes lightning_1aPeople will look at an approaching storm and run in fear, even if it is just rain. They will say things like, “Run or you’ll get wet!” or “Better watch out! Lightning is coming!”

As a writer, (and professional photographer), I will smile and go get my camera. I will marvel at nature’s beauty and power, from a respectful and hopefully safe point. I will be astounded at the simple fact that, like snowflakes, no two lightning bolts are ever the same. I will be elated at how the bolts dance across the sky or strike points on the ground. I will be delighted to feel the rain hit my face and I have no fear of dissolving. I will be inspired to write a story about a mid-summer thunderstorm that blows through a small rural town and changes the lives of the people in it.

ethan holmes snow montrealPeople look at snow and say things like, “Crap, now I can’t get to work!” or “Hell, I’ve got to buy a snow shovel!” or “We’re gonna be trapped in the house for days!”

As a writer, I marvel at how snow seems to quiet the world. It makes people stop rushing around and making noise. It covers everything and makes it all look so clean and beautiful, even if it’s a landfill. It can leave tracks so that I, as a writer, know that someone or something was just here. Or it can wipe them out so that I would never know that thirty seconds ago I crossed paths with a grizzly.

ethan holmes doll-collectionI once met a lady who had a doll collection much like the one above only far more extensive. It took up an entire addition to the house measuring 12×30 feet. She told me that people thought she was nuts, that they urged her to get rid of it and to stop buying dolls. She even had a series of wooden tables in the center of the room with an entire miniature town on them laid out in the finest detail.

As a writer, I saw a story I later wrote titled, A Very Small Town. It was, if I may say, one of the best stories I have written to date. It appears in my collection of short stories called Shorts and Other Laundry.

Do you look at things outside the so-called ‘normal’ way? Do you ask questions that most people don’t ask? Does your curiosity extend past the surface of things? Do you use your imagination? If so, you may very well be like me, a writer.

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The Lost Art of Conversation

My latest release, the well-received Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone, is a humorous and, dare I say, witty look at how much crap we all have in our lives and how vigorously we strive to share all that crap with all those around us. At the time that I was writing it, it did not occur to me that perhaps I should have dedicated an entire chapter to modern technology and its inherent ability to spread and share our crap on a scale previously unknown to humans. I should also have written a chapter about the demise of conversation.

It seems like just yesteryear that we had to communicate with each other like this;

ethan holmes cave drawingI think the caption was supposed to be something like; We go on hunt, Bob fall off horse, get trampled, we eat Bob.

Jumping weeks ahead in history, someone, obviously not Bob, invented something called a phone and we quickly went from cave wall paintings to cave wall phones like this.

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A few months later, someone who came across poor Bob’s papers after he was eaten, er…, I mean mysteriously died on a hunt with Dick Cheney’s ancestor, managed to get the phone off the wall and into people’s hands where they could still have conversation.

Mobile phone in a bagAlas, humans were now mobile technology and communications masters, capable of always ‘being in touch’ despite the fact that actual ‘touching’ was the antithesis of the whole thing, as in, “I want to share my crap with you. I just don’t want to have to sit with you to do it.” (Read no conversation.)

As an aside, humans were now also capable of bombarding their heads with relatively new forms of radiation while not being anywhere near transformer lines or nuclear power plants. Before this, they had to rely on the broken microwave ovens in their kitchens. Once again, mobility triumphs and the radiation begins to have an insipid effect on human qualities such as courtesy, sense and intelligence.

As humans became weaker and more dependent upon mobile technology, a hue and cry went up from the masses that the devices they were carrying were “TOO HEAVY”!

 ethan holmes nokia bag phoneMy first cell phone, an eight pound Nokia bag phone. (Good thing I was into working out.)

This is why I laugh today, when I hear people complain about their phone being “too heavy” or “too bulky”. But man, I was mobile, I was happenin’, I was reachable for my customers. Never mind I couldn’t leave the car without ripping the whole thing out, unplugging everything, packing it away in the bag and tearing the suction cup antenna off the window. I was mobile!

Today, smartphones come in a variety of sizes and weights, depending, I suppose, on your current fitness and accompanying exercise program. (In other words, the salesman at the store should inquire about your lifting ability and muscle endurance instead of what you want on your phone.)

It’s a bit ironic that I still like the larger, bulkier phones over the tiny, credit card-size ones I have seen. Even the vaunted Apple Iphone seems tiny compared to what I currently carry.

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Nevertheless, I digress. I have drifted from my original point. All this mobility, this ability seems to have made humans less willing and less capable of carrying on direct human contact like, I don’t know, a conversation.

It appears that humans would rather email, text, instant message, Facebook, Twitter like a bird or do anything else that does not require direct human interaction. It would seem that many need to accompany the Cowardly Lion on his visit to the Wizard of OZ. Got courage?

Or is it simply the fact that many people are becoming inactive, sedentary, cell-phone addicts and truly cannot hold the phone to their ear beyond three minutes?

On_hold_custer_fluxFlickr_fit_300x300Somewhere along the way, as evolution works it course, I foresee the day when humans are utterly incapable of face to face speech. The voice box has evolved into a useless nodule in the throat and people’s thumbs have biceps the same size as the ones on their arms. They will be completely void of what used to be known as ‘common courtesy’, politeness, and the ability to hold conversation.

But they will still want you to sit in their crap. They still want to be ‘connected’ and ‘in touch’, just don’t touch me.

Ethan Holmes is the author of Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone and Daniel and The Mall; a short story about a kid who decides to address cell phone addiction in his own unique way. You may read it for free HERE.

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