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  • The Fall of the Procrastimonster (Interlude)

    Posted by Qrystal on November 20, 2007 at 17:45.
    Category: Allegory. Tags: mindmapping, procrastination, task-management.

    The Procrastimonster stumbled groggily towards our heroine, his breath steaming in the cold morning air. Our heroine stood her ground calmly, keeping her eyes fixed on the lumbering beast. When he was close enough that she could smell his rank odour, she casually drew her weapon and inspected it. Flashing him a smile, she brandished the weapon proudly.

    A puzzled expression crossed the Procrastimonster’s face. His eyes seemed to be locked on the hand that was holding the weapon, and his brow was furrowed as if he was trying to remember something. She took a step closer and prodded the beast in the chest with the point of the weapon. Before she could blink, he pulled the weapon out of her hands, and looked incredulously at its cow-patterned hilt. With a grunt that was almost a laugh, he tossed the weapon backwards over his shoulder, shook his head, and lumbered back towards his cave.

    Dumbfounded, our heroine just stood there staring after him for a few moments before starting to hike towards where her weapon had landed. Picking it up, she examined it closely. Why did the Procrastimonster react to it the way he did? Surely, he couldn’t have been laughing at it.. or was he? The cow motif wasn’t THAT silly, was it?

    She shook her head to clear it, and decided not to take it personally. After all, the weapon’s use and purpose was fairly subtle, and the name inscribed along its length was certainly not something to make anyone tremble in fear: “Remember the Milk“. She knew that another attempt to slay the beast was in order, but first, she had to remind herself of all the strengths that this weapon had. Her mind was whirling with all the pros and cons, as she made her way back to her abode…


    She put down her quill, and gazed at the parchment that was filled with scribbles and lines and exclamation points. With a nod, she placed it down on her desk for her scribe to find later. She had some sharpening, polishing, and practicing to do.

    What I Like About “Remember the Milk”

    What I Don’t Like…

    Madam: I hope this transcription meets with your approval.
    – Sincerely, your Scribe.

    Later Still…

    Our heroine stopped to catch her breath, having just sidestepped an awkward lunge from the Procrastimonster. They were both tiring, and they both knew it. They both paused, eyes locked, and simultaneously they began to back away from each other. Step, step, step… and soon they both turned away, knowing that they would meet again.

    Our heroine felt slightly discouraged by the stalemate, but she knew she would improve with practice. The Procrastimonster still would occupy her conscious thought, but that actually helped make sure that he didn’t slip into her subconscious. With time, she would be able to parry and dodge his advances without a second thought. For now, however, she knew that she was best to keep herself armed by Remembering the Milk.

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