An Interview With Uncle Morty

 
An interview with Uncle Morty
 

 
As some of you may know, Uncle Morty, is Sacred Chickens’ best loved (and…okay…only) blogging skeleton. He mysteriously came to stay with us after a Halloween party a few years ago and somehow never left.  Morty doesn’t like to talk about himself too much.  He’s been a little close with his history, although he does occasionally dispense his wisdom in the form of a blog post or a pithy saying.  But for the first time, he’s agreed to sit down and talk about himself.
 
 
Q:  The first thing I really must ask is why you have a tendency to talk about yourself in the third person? Some people find it a little disconcerting.  Maybe even off putting.
 
A:  Well, your Uncle Morty hasn’t had a very comfortable relationship with himself since he lost his suit of skin.  Without a heart beating inside these old bones and a head full of matter and electricity, Uncle Morty hasn’t exactly felt like a “self.”  He experiences consciousness in a much less physically unified way you or your readers.  It’s difficult to explain for him to explain exactly what he means across such a wide existential gulf.  But if you think it will help insure that your readers are not “put off,” the poor delicate flowers, your Uncle Morty, excuse me, “I” can try to use the first person more often in my writing.  Of all people, I understand that concessions must be made to the flesh.
 
Q:  Question number two is something that I’ve never really been comfortable enough to ask you and even now I’m not sure how to phrase it.  Ummm…can you help the reader understand your “condition”…I guess what I’m trying to say is…
 
A:  I get what you’re trying so eloquently to say.  (For those of you reading who may not know your Uncle Morty so well…please infuse the previous sentence with a healthy dose of sarcasm).  Quit pussy footing around.  I’m dead.  That’s my condition.  I’m not really permitted to go into the metaphysics of my state (nor would you have any hope of understanding the technicalities involved.)  But I will say this:  it’s certainly not a reward. I prefer to think of it as not exactly a punishment either.  It was presented to your Uncle Morty as an opportunity – a sort of correction if you will. 
 
And before you ask…I would prefer not to answer questions about my previous embodiments at this time.  I will dispense such information on a need to know basis.  And I sincerely doubt that anyone will need to know anytime soon.  I would hate for the information to be...misapplied.
 
Q:  I wasn’t actually trying to be nosy about your previous life.  So let’s change the subject back to your current…errrr….existence.  How did you end up here at Sacred Chickens farm?  No one at the party can exactly remember asking you.  Not that we weren’t happy to see you, of course.  It was Halloween, after all.
 
A:  The Universe has a strange way of working itself out, doesn’t it?  And by that I do not mean that it has a plan.  Merely that it has a strange way of working itself out.   You may take that as you like. I do love bonfires and marshmallows by the way.  That was delightful.  Although the beer and condiment selections left something to be desired. 
 
Could we please move on to the next question?
 
Q:  What do you see in your future?  Anything you want to accomplish? 
 
A:  Well, I’m coming off a difficult period physically, literally losing my head for a bit, as you well know.  I think it’s definitely time for Uncle Morty to begin sharing his wisdom again.  I’m also thinking of starting an advice column for the living and perhaps writing my Automortography. Also, I’d love to update my wardrobe and spend more time meditating.  My favorite hobby, startling people, will take a bit more social effort (and possibly skill) on your part.  In the meantime, perhaps I’ll take up knitting.
 
Incidentally, if anyone craves Uncle Morty’s advice or simply to share a story with him...errr... me, please send your clearly stated fears, problems or opinions to [email protected] with Mort-uary in the subject line. 
 
Q:  Anything else you want to say to the readers?
 
A:  The same advice I always give to fleshlings.  Don’t be Dead while you’re Alive.  Be Alive.  You’ll be resting your bare skull on a guest room pillow and being asked to write blog posts soon enough.

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