Pointless Posting Man #5

Pointless Posting Man #5

By Tim Munn


"If only I can make the Post With A Point, our world would be a better place," Pointless Posting Man dreamed wildly. He wasn't too cautious with his dreaming lately. They came and they went; he remained firmly embedded right where he was. He was Pointless Posting Man, Cityland's Greatest Super-Hero. His goal: To create a Post With A Point. Many times he'd come close to that perfection which he desperately sought; a few times so achingly close he could feel it in his finger muscles, just itching to be released. He looked to those hands and fingers and waited for his inspiration.

"This is it!" he screamed wildly to thin air. "This is the big one!"

At first, a few words trickled onto the page, then a small stream, then finally, YES! This _really_was__it_! This was the Post With A Point! Finally, after years and years of trying, here it was! Typing, typing, typing. It was flowing easily from his mind to finger, from finger to keyboard, from keyboard to screen. He stopped briefly, considering the greatness of this post. Was it going to affect the lives of the entire planet? Just a country? A single person? He didn't know, and that not knowing frightened him. He looked through the several paragraphs before him, scrolling up a little and down. A new paragraph; the root of his Post With A Point firmly taken hold, getting to the meat of the matter. Still, there was another creeping feeling, some impending doom or another likely to befall the city, its' heroes soon on the call. All the while, he would remain here, typing his Post With A Point, the world's greatest post, with the ability to solve all the world's problems. A post so great that-- "Holy crap!"

This isn't happening! This isn't happening!! Of all the heroes in Cityland that calamity could fall on, it had to be him!! At first, Pointless Posting Man pecked just a little more furiously at his keyboard, quickly smashing at it, the keyboard soon becoming a bajillion bits of useless information. His computer was useless; a power outage of some sort had rendered it useless. Herose, pacing his computer room several times. No external hard drive or battery back up. No generator, though it wouldn't have done much good. He ran his hands over his now aching temples, looking in a moment to his hands and fingers. He stretched them out, keep them loose, try to close out the game. But the game was up, wasn't it? There was no power; writing by hand was out of the question; dictation a possibility, but only if he got to it pronto and Librarian Man was up to task. No! It couldn't be done! Why hadn't he bought an audio recorder?! He stomped out the door, into the front yard, and yelled a deafening yell. It was quite loud.

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I wrote this last night. This is not the full version. It may not even be the version, but it's what I've got. :)
Copyright 10.2.2008 4 a.m. by Tim Munn