the point, perhaps. since it exists.

there is actually a driving organizational force behind this thing. it'd probably make more sense to you if i shared that. assuming, of course, that i proceed as intended...

the theme
to be quite cliche, life just isn't all it's cracked up to be. which is how the pocket boys came about, to fill in where reality falls short. you've got to admit, they're wonderful concepts. my pocket, indeed, became so full that i had to start keeping them in a lunchbox (preferably one of the old metal ones with a comic book hero on it). so i'm going to tell you about whatever the hell i feel you need to hear, but complete the stories with the appropriate pocket boy to make life end up like it should. (there's more to this concerning the subjective nature of truth, but i'll spare you for now. read lying by lauren slater if you're that curious.) hopefully, you will feel the need to share in similar fashion and guest post your own pocket boy (or, i suppose, girl) adventures. pretty please!

the boys in the box:
according to me at this moment. feel free to add as needed.
pasta boy - the beginning. he is, quite simply, a boy to bring you pasta. a boy who psychically realizes that you want pasta (or chocolate, or soup, or a hug, or, or, or...) and appears with it, preferably before you have even realized that you want it yourself. in defense of this beautiful concept, austin did actually appear once with an orange soda for joi. you can imagine our ecstasies of amusement, and the poor child's ensuing confusion...
pocket boy - he's just so adorable that you want to keep him in your pocket always so that you can periodically take him out and appreciate his adorableness. i've met one. i've met people with others. it's not that strange, really.
the physicist - explains things you do not know but want to. i happen to be fond of quantum physics, in the way that dogs are fond of mirrors; besides, the lab coat and glasses kind of nerd just makes a good mental image.
brian - "is your name brian? you look like a brian. brian, can i have a stamp?"... he just kind of stuck. useful as a boyfriend when being hit on by french men with green teeth or when one's real boyfriend is less than attentive ("it's okay, sweetie. i cuddled with brian.")
fespie - actually fspe, fun slave pocket engineer. i've met him and he named himself (we insisted that slavery wasn't really a requirement, but finally decided to let him keep his illusions). everyone needs an engineer; if you don't have one, you just don't know what you are missing. they're quite special. i promise.

did i mention that i'm incredibly wordy? perhaps i'll work on that whole "brevity is the soul of wit" thing.