I gave the barking dog an umbrella. It still barked, but at least it was barking in another part of the country.
You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
Early ,'Objects In Space'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
WindSparrow - Jul 06, 2006 4:43:24 am PDT #946 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Gudanov - Jul 06, 2006 7:08:38 am PDT #947 of 1100
Coding and Sleeping
Eddie had to leave the bar and drive off in his Subaru Outback(tm). I sat there on the stool, nursing my shot of tequlia. Okay, I never ordered a drink and wasn't nursing anything, but I was still in a bar. Time to get on the case and stop sitting around like a dead armadillo on the highway.
I rumbled over to town hall in my AMC station wagon. There it was, an art deco monument to government, only the monument was coated in the pigeon droppings of corruption these days.
Connie Neil - Jul 06, 2006 4:16:04 pm PDT #948 of 1100
brillig
The pigeon droppings of corruption on the monument of government are only a reflection of the hard water stain of apathy on the faucet of civilization.
WindSparrow - Jul 07, 2006 5:14:10 am PDT #949 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
The doggy doo-doo of apathy joins the pigeon droppings of corruption upon the monument of government.
Too bad I don't care enough to clean it all off.
What this town needs is a giant Mr. Magic Clean Eraser. Those other ones, the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser... well, we don't really want to erase the magic around here, do we?
Frankenbuddha - Jul 10, 2006 5:27:09 am PDT #950 of 1100
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
It's a bigger mess than feared, as the the monkeys have flung simian skat of insincerity, which has joined the aforementioned doo-doo and droppings.
Liese S. - Jul 15, 2006 4:06:55 am PDT #951 of 1100
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Ha! Totally tagged, connie!
Connie Neil - Jul 15, 2006 8:20:30 am PDT #952 of 1100
brillig
I'm It!
WindSparrow - Jul 16, 2006 1:51:33 pm PDT #953 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
It was a stark and barmy night: the bits came in torrent - except at occasional intervals when it was checked by network outages which swept up the magick conduits (for it is in Sang Sacre that our story lies), rattling along the treetops, and agitating the scanty flame of flaminess that struggled against the drabth.
Miracleman - Sep 23, 2006 4:05:25 pm PDT #954 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
"Hector?"
"Yes, boss?"
"Is there such a thing as a metaphor storm?"
"Not that I know of. Or would have known of until recently."
"Hm. Well, looks to be a bad one. Batten the hatches and whatnot and bring me a dozen sets of encyclopedias. The literal nature of the things may protect us."
DXMachina - Sep 23, 2006 5:06:26 pm PDT #955 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I slam the phone down on the hook, and head back to the kitchen table muttering under my breath. "Stupid pollsters got nothing better to do than bother people when they're trying to eat breakf..."
I'm brought up short by the contents of my cereal bowl. I blink. And blink again. Nope, still there. "What the..."
I glance suspiciously at the bird, but he's staring at his bowl in confusion, too. I pick up a spoon, and start lifting up and looking at bits from the bowl. Very strange. No cereal, just fruit. Two minutes before I'd poured myself a bowl of Life™, but now it was just a bowl of cherries.