A Slight Misunderstanding

I awoke this morning to find the beautiful Shala lying next to me, which was quite a pleasant surprise. Her arm was wrapped around my chest as she nuzzled against me, whispering loving grunts into my ear. I never heard her enter my little cave, but she's more than welcome here. I thought she was still mad at me for that time when I grabbed her by her gorgeous auburn hair and tried to drag her back to my place, only for her to swing around and bludgeon me with her club. I was just doing what I saw other guys do to get mates with that whole hair-pulling thing, but Shala is highly spirited and above such things, which I appreciate. I tried to apologize numerous times, only to be spat on or groweled at. Finally she must have seen what a good, caring man I am though, and decided to sneak into my bed of hay some time during the night. I lied there with her, enjoying every sweet moment, and felt the occasional tickle of one of her very few facial hairs. Finally, I have a kind, loving woman by my side.

When I awoke for real, I saw Grumak lying there next to me, snoring away with a big grin on his face as he slept. His beard was so rough against my skin. It took me a few seconds to realize exactly what was going on at the moment. When I came to my senses, I quickly threw him off of me as best I could, and lept to my feet. As Grumak started to wake from being jostled, I reached for a spear and pointed it in his direction. He was looking just as confused as I was feeling at the moment. If this was some sort of custom from his clan back home, it wasn't welcome here. I tried to explain this to him as best I could that he must never again climb into my bed with me. Our different languages still cause a big communication problem, so I had to make a lot of hand jestures to describe why I was so angry. He had this sad look in his eyes, but I think he understood what I was trying to say. Grumak started to pack the few possessions he had, but I still feel really bad for him, so I let him know he could still stay with me. Just no funny business is all I'm asking.

I spent the rest of the day drawing diagrams in blood on my cave walls to show him that I like women, not men. I think he's getting the picture now. Back to making more spear heads.

Stranger in a Strange Land

I was outside sharpening some stones to make into spear heads this morning, which is a pretty usual hobby for me around here. I've got to eat, and meat tastes pretty good, but no pointy sticks equals no meat.

That's one of my inventions that the others seemed to understand and latch onto, so now they're all making pointy rocks too. There was some confusion at first and some of them poked at each other with the pointy sticks, but that got cleared up quickly when Hontak started bleeding when Shog poked him too hard. Before the spear, we had to climb up the hills, find a couple of large stones, and wait for a troup of mammoths to walk by down below. Then we'd have to gather together and push these boulders down the hill and hope that one of these things would take out a beast or two. Such a pain in the ass that was. Especially that time when that idiot Mugwub got pushed down the hill by accident along with one of the boulders. Not a pretty site.

Fortunately the spear makes things a bit easier for all of us, as we can team up on a smaller or older mammoth with out too much trouble. Occasionally accidents do happen though, and someone gets trampled. It's definitely some good eats though when the job gets done.

Anyway, as I was sharpening my rocks outside, I got a strange visitor who came to see me. He wasn't looking to great, kind of looked like he was beat up pretty bad or something. He wasn't wearing the usual furs of our group of people though. The furs he was wearing were lighter in color. More yellows and light blues. I've never seen furs this color before, so he must have traveled quite a distance to get here. After trying to chat with him for a while, which was difficult since he's a foreigner around here, I figured out that his name is Grumak. It seems that his own group of people kicked him out for some reason, and made him wander out in the wild. Grumak has taken up residence in my cave now, which really wasn't to my agreement, but I'm too much of a nice guy to say no to another in this situation. Oh well. I figure I'll at least have a roommate to help me do some chores around here, and maybe tidy the cave up a bit. He seems like a nice guy, but the communication is a bit difficult right now. He bats his eyelashes at me once in a while and smiles at me a lot, but this is probably some custom from his old tribe that stayed with him. Another set of hands to make spear heads with for now anyway.

My Name is Urgg

Finally, I've figured it out! I'd been thinking for a while that I'd really like to find another form of communication...something that I can look back to and reference incase I start getting forgetful, like that poor old guy Jabwat the Elder who lives just beyond the hill. It's always been talk, talk, talk, but nothing that I can look at to jog my memory of things that have happened in the past. I tried using cave drawings done in blood, and that sort of works, but I was looking to find a more precise way of communicating with out talking. Finally I found a way though, and I'm mightly pleased. I started making visual symbols for different sounds, and I can put them together so groups of these symbols can represent different words. Yes, I suppose it's still drawing technically, but thoughts seem to make a lot more sense this way, compared to my drawing on my cave wall of a dead deer with a spear sticking through it.

I might try to teach the others how to do this, but most of them can't seem to comprehend this sort of stuff. Every time I try to run one of my ideas by them, they're always like, "Urgg, why you talk silly? No need for this, now go kill meat like rest of us." Sure, I hunt just like every other guy around here, but I have to keep myself occupied the rest of the time, so I keep trying to make a more comfortable life for myself. Even if this whole "writing" thing catches on, it might just be a short-lived fad anyway. Oh well, I'll keep writing anyway and see where this goes.