We Have a Mutiny on Board...

season finale
to a wonderful program
leads one to wonder

This evening, the Logo drama "The King of Spain and I", came to a screeching halt. You see, he hasn't really spoken to me in nearly a month and my efforts to get in touch with him have failed miserably. What does any of this have to do in relation to the world that keeps turning? A lot.

The Nation of Chulo prides itself on being a nearly drama-free establishment. Unfortunately, the entire conversation, from the opening "Hey" to the closing "I'm Going to Bed" was a train wreck that quickly got old. He has been incommunicado conmigo, however, more than eager to talk with everyone I see on a daily basis. He speaks to Andrelaso, Montez and Principio online; The Mother Unit and her Husband via telephone; and My Boss and Maxie over the two-way. All of the communication tools that I have tried to use to get in touch with him he can use effortlessly, however, when it comes to giving a nod to Chulo Rodriguez or vice-versa, it's division by zero. (For those who are math-inept, division by zero is left undefined in any mathematical system that obeys the axioms of a field. The reason is that division is defined to be the inverse operation of multiplication. This means that the value of a / b is the solution x of the equation bx = a whenever such a value exists and is unique.)

Figure that out; I can't.

He is under the impression that I have been ignoring him or that I have been upset with him. While I have not been ignoring him, I will admit that I did not take kindly to being ignored. I even went out of my way to plan something for his birthday, however, how can one make plans with someone who doesn't communicate with you? The point is this, I had the entire day off and wanted to do something -- I like birthday parties, I like the King of Spain -- why not throw a birthday party for the King of Spain? Makes perfect logical sense, if A then B then C. Unfortunately, formal logic does not exist in the Nation, instead we're left trying to manipulate space/time.

I'm sure he went out and hung out with all of the people in New York that he actually sees and hears from on a relatively constant basis. Not I, of course. I slept the King of Spain's birthday until the next morning. You realise that I remembered his birthday on my own and was quite excited for myself at the seemingly strange occurrence of said Eureka! moment, but it's whatever whatever.

He sent me an email about an hour ago. He compared himself to Principio and wished that they had the same benefits. That frustrated me. Principio has no special benefit that I do not afford the other citizens in the Nation of Chulo. Yes, he spends the night; yes, we hang out in the house and in the city; we eat and breathe in common time. In reality tho, these things happen because Principio and I have a relationship that involves communication. Before I lived here in Brooklyn, I would come and visit, and the King of Spain would be seen frequently. Now that I live practically next door, I've seen him about two times -- and he stopped calling and taking my phone calls.

I know this sounds like another "Woe is me; Someone's being mean to Chulo" blogs, but if you wanted to see someone like that, wouldn't you make a more concerted effort to make it happen? Shit, I've been sending text messages to a phone with no service for weeks because he turned it off. How am I supposed to know this -- I've been calling the Nextel I got him! I should have known better tho, when things go awry, it's usually going to end up my fault somehow.

Job, 10:15 -- If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction...