Wednesday, October 03, 2007



The Character Development of Mister Bloom












There was something special about Mr. Bloom. The second he walked into rooms, he invariably commanded attention like a knighted military hero. The women started swooning, while crying babies began to giggle. The plants seemed to become healthier and even the crystal glasses upon the old chiffarobe resonated with harmonic twinkling sounds, upon his regal entrance.









However, he was not an egomaniac. Rather, Mr. Bloom was full of quiet confidence. He twirled with fortitude the old cane that William Zamzinger used to swat Hattie Carroll.





The same one that Bob Dylan sang about in that sad lonesome ballad. Mr. Bloom secured it, in an E-Bay auction, with the intent to transform it into a staff of kindness. The scepter was an extension of his benevolence, sprinkling out miniature holographic emerald based rainbows for those with open vision to enjoy.












When Mr. Bloom walked through neighborhoods, his could detect safe houses from otherwise, by utilizing his refurbished scepter. On Halloween, he would discern which homes to redirect the children away from, due to dark shadows.






No one knew where he came from, which added to his mystique. Whenever you looked into Mr. Bloom’s eyes in conversation or in quiet, it was like looking into Jesus’s eyes, or smoking a good joint with Neil Young on Harvest Moon.











If you freeze the frames in the movie Pale Rider, you can see Mr. Bloom in the background of the hardscrabble camp, conferring with the nameless preacher.








Mr. Bloom was once featured as a superhero in the Sunday commixes. When kids attached silly putty to his face and reversed pasted his likeness onto walls to enlighten Sun Valley, the newspaper publisher proclaimed that Mr.Bloom would never been seen in the funny papers again.







Mickey Garcia was elected mayor by an overwhelming vote. For his first act in office, he immediately reversed the publisher’s command decision, by applying inverted silly-putty dough, to a pin on his lapel, while his vice-mayor yelped checkmate through a tinhorn.










And that my friends, gives you a good idea about how well we think about Mr. Bloom around these spudtacular parts.











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