Aster Fliers

Toby the Targ and Mr. DeChristopher

oktober 21st, 2011

I have a confession to make. It is somehow related to Toby the Targ, B'Ellana Torres' stuffed targ. Now, I know Bobby isn't Targ. But he is stuffed and if I were to go on an away mission for more than 3 days, I probably would take Bobby. I am not sure why I keep comparing Toby and Bobby, I think it's because I can identify with a grown woman being attached to a plush toy.
Bobby and I have been through a lot, and with the exception of my immediate family, more than anyone. He was with me when I was in the incubator and has been ever since. And although I do put him away when there's company (I do so hesitantly, but I don't want to scare the newcomer), I usually introduce them (they have to know who comes first) and I hate traveling because that means he stays home (don't want to lose him on the other side of the globe, now do I?).

I always thought Bobby would last until I'd started living together with somebody around the age of 30, which would mean him automatically losing his spot in the bed to Mr. Podc-Aster. Or if there weren't any candidates it'd just be me and Bobby forever, which was a serious upside to becoming Crazy Sheep Lady (I always thought it would be cats, but no, sheep are the way to go).
Howevere, after 20 years of fateful friendship, his knit is coming apart. I've sort off fixed it with some regular sewing thread, but it could come apart any minute. To be honest: hugging him would be murder.The cotton is so old that it's coming apart inside the thread, just breaking in places.

So as a last honor to Bobby: he disappeared for 3 horrible months when I thought he was lost forever, when I was 4, only to come out from under the wicker costume basket. When I was 7 he performed the lead in an all puppet cast of Hair (in English, he was wise for his age). That one night when I was 16, I felt so sad and lonely and he slept with me even though my then boyfriend was there (an he comforted me the most). Both moments of great joy or sadness never frightened him. And while I love my camera and computer and name them as well, attribute a personality to them etc., I'd gladly trade Oscar (who is worth, in fact, 6 months wage) for the rest of my life with Bobby. Bobby is irreplaceable.

There is a serious and normal-people related topic to this post: things we can do for Tim DeChristopher. I am writing, but it's such an awkward thing, writing to a complete stranger. But I just wanted to let you know that there's an option to do so. And if "Tim DeChristopher" doesn't ring a bell, I suggest you start that investigation by, where else, checking out Reverend Billy's Sanctification of Mr. DeChristopher (or should I say Saint DeChristopher?).

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