Excuse me, but I believe that Mr. Todd the Tigger-Viking asked a question--
"Who's with me?"
Have YOU answered?
I didn't think so.
What's wrong with you people/writers/friends-from-the-hundred-(and one)-acre-wood?
Our comrade in writing silliness, Giles, is in trouble. Can't you hear him pleading for our help? Didn't you hear the rally-cry from Todd to join together in a buddy-movie-type travel ensemble to save the desperate Giles?
I've already packed for the trip--for all of us--so you have no excuse. Saddle up! If you don't, the Little Black Raincloud, Tigger and I will be forced to roll around in our 17 bedrolls with Mr. Daniels WITHOUT YOU. And pauvre Giles will remain in the miserable limbo he created for himself on the page, with no stuffed-animal-friends on trusty stick-horse steeds to rescue him.
If any of this seems intriguing/beguiling/confusing/absurd to you, I suggest you go back and read the previous post (and all 7 comments). Then, Todd, could you repeat your question? Perhaps with more feeling (and exclamation points) this time? After that, people/stuffed friends/so-called writers, I expect some posts/comments/activity/entertainment.
Now I must write something with many fewer slashes/hyphens/parentheses which I hope one day will actually be income-, fan-, and accolade-producing.
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I like quests. I particularly like quests for which there are picnic baskets, games for all ages, minxes in thigh high spiked black boots and insufficient bedrolls. In fact, out of the goodness of my Gandhi-like heart, I will volunteer to share my bedroll with the minx in the boots and even the Goblet she so recently chewed on. Also, I'd like to bring the wife along, because no "quest" is complete without my lovely bride sharing a bedroll with me and some other lovelies. Yes indeedy, this is shaping up to be a most marvelous quest.
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ReplyDeleteKanga, dear, you forgot to pack a pencil. Our proposed quest will be sorely lacking in strategic maneuver if we don't have a writing implement of some kind. Pens leak, quills bend easily. Plus the inkwell could spill all over my leather, forcing me to disrobe and subsequently flog Aaron with my whip, simply because I can. I ask you all, are we not writers? Is not the pencil the most fundamental tool/weapon we can collectively wield? While regularly used for evil (putting kids’ eyes out in random acts of airborne fun), can the pencil not also be used for good (eating the lead, rescuing The Evil Genius from his pitiful panty-flinging fate)? Frankly, I'm quite disturbed by this recent turn of events, not to mention my deep concern over Kanga’s uncharacteristic lack of foresight. She’s usually so on top of things. Alas, the lowly pencil, all but forgotten in lieu of a bunch of buttons with capital letters printed on them. I may need a day or two to get over this devastation. Sorry for the delay, Puck, but you of all people know we simply can't go blundering into a Pluck unprepared. People get interesting rashes and festering sores that way.
ReplyDeleteMmmm... now I'm hungry. Is that a roasting Driblet I smell on the wind?
PS: Kanga, could you please add to your list of items 3 tubes of superglue and 1 can of WD-40? I already have handcuffs, if there’s room in your much-overburdened pouch. If not, I’ll just make Aaron “carry” them.
I'm so embarrassed.
ReplyDeleteActually, Kanga, my dearest, I am most embarrassed. In my self-indulgent tirade I forgot to suggest that we should also bring along something to write on with our powerfully potent, possibly perilous, Puck-plucking, panty-projecting pencils.
ReplyDeleteSee what happens when the Little Black Rain Cloud gets too full of herself?
Boy is my face red.
Rather than suffer our embarrassment together, why don't we take one of those PPPPPPPPPencils, turn it over, and erase the source of our joint shame? (Aaron! I'm am NOT talking about drugs!) What writers write, writers (or editors) can easily get rid of. As long as there are PPPPPPPPPencils with erasers.
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