Discovered after I wanted to title this "The cabbage patch dance, which involves putting the hands together and moving them in a horizontal circular motion." Insert requisite "oh wiki!" here. Xanga wouldn't let me do this either! How oppressive. I like subject lines because you can say something really surreal in them and never acknowledge them in your actual post and it is all a-okay. Um, in theory. Usually I am not cool enough to think of anything really bizarre; I just write a song lyrics/TV quote that's been in my head because I can't think of anything else.
I like titles that tell you something about the story when it isn't explicitly mentioned. It's a very smart and subtle way to take the story to another level. This gut-punchy quality is oft very strong in short stories. UM I can't think of any examples right now, but there are lots! LOTS!
In my dream there was a guy named Brussels (???) played by Jason Segel (aka Marshall from HIMYM and Nick Andropolis from Freaks and Geeks) and he was hungry. And then it was me being hungry. My sister had a bowl of kimchi and I snatched it from her. Then I had changed the channel on the big screen TV (it wasn't our house) and it was some kind of infomercial/plea for charity that had like an otter swimming through a dirty river and a cat with a pickle jar lid slowwwwly spinning on its head. ??????
The other part of my dream was this ridiculous sitcommy plot with like the oldest brother of an eccentric family coming back to the house and the girl having to pretend to be her "old self" while he was in town. Her old self was this crazy scary person, I guess, and her other older brother was SCURRED. And they had this conversation where she was like "I have a secret to tell you!" and he is all "what?" and she says something like "my duck has wheels like an airplane." ??????????????????????????? AND WHILST I WAS DREAMING, I was trying to figure this out. But not in a logical, "WTF" way. In a "does that mean the wheels are under the duck or that the duck's wings are the wheels of an airplane?" way. Even though the second one doesn't make any sense. Oh I don't know, brain. I give up.
I am quite taken by Wir sind Helden. Judith Holofernes is pretty!!!!! *terminally stupid*
One of those things you just wouldn't learn if not for the internet: I searched for "Judith Holofernes" on Google and there came up all these links to like a Bible story and art and beheadings! Well folks, it turns out there is a Judith in the Bible who beheaded a Holofernes and such a thing was a perfect subject!!! for many artistes. Also I learned what deuterocanonical means! MAGICAL SPARKLY INTERNET, EDUC8ING ME!!!
OKAY. This short story spat has got my creative blood pumping (I am not going to say "creative juices flowing"), so you might. Be seeing like. More creative writing from me??? MOSTLY OLD STUFF. Some it dates back to MIDDLE SCHOOL ommmg. Okay, you'll probably never see that. I wrote a shitload senior year though. Oh you guys if you don't want to see this stuff you have to tell me now or else I think I will actually do this and your opinion of me will be LOWERED EVEN FURTHER. To give fair warning: I have poems. FULL OF PRONOUNS. This might not bode well for ANYONE!!!!
NO ONE FEEL OBLIGATED TO COMMENT. I ARE SORRY TO TRY TO GUILT TRIP YOU. OMG. SHAME. Now I go toeast eat east to eat. And that's how you recover from a typo! /Ze Frank
I like titles that tell you something about the story when it isn't explicitly mentioned. It's a very smart and subtle way to take the story to another level. This gut-punchy quality is oft very strong in short stories. UM I can't think of any examples right now, but there are lots! LOTS!
In my dream there was a guy named Brussels (???) played by Jason Segel (aka Marshall from HIMYM and Nick Andropolis from Freaks and Geeks) and he was hungry. And then it was me being hungry. My sister had a bowl of kimchi and I snatched it from her. Then I had changed the channel on the big screen TV (it wasn't our house) and it was some kind of infomercial/plea for charity that had like an otter swimming through a dirty river and a cat with a pickle jar lid slowwwwly spinning on its head. ??????
The other part of my dream was this ridiculous sitcommy plot with like the oldest brother of an eccentric family coming back to the house and the girl having to pretend to be her "old self" while he was in town. Her old self was this crazy scary person, I guess, and her other older brother was SCURRED. And they had this conversation where she was like "I have a secret to tell you!" and he is all "what?" and she says something like "my duck has wheels like an airplane." ??????????????????????????? AND WHILST I WAS DREAMING, I was trying to figure this out. But not in a logical, "WTF" way. In a "does that mean the wheels are under the duck or that the duck's wings are the wheels of an airplane?" way. Even though the second one doesn't make any sense. Oh I don't know, brain. I give up.
I am quite taken by Wir sind Helden. Judith Holofernes is pretty!!!!! *terminally stupid*
One of those things you just wouldn't learn if not for the internet: I searched for "Judith Holofernes" on Google and there came up all these links to like a Bible story and art and beheadings! Well folks, it turns out there is a Judith in the Bible who beheaded a Holofernes and such a thing was a perfect subject!!! for many artistes. Also I learned what deuterocanonical means! MAGICAL SPARKLY INTERNET, EDUC8ING ME!!!
OKAY. This short story spat has got my creative blood pumping (I am not going to say "creative juices flowing"), so you might. Be seeing like. More creative writing from me??? MOSTLY OLD STUFF. Some it dates back to MIDDLE SCHOOL ommmg. Okay, you'll probably never see that. I wrote a shitload senior year though. Oh you guys if you don't want to see this stuff you have to tell me now or else I think I will actually do this and your opinion of me will be LOWERED EVEN FURTHER. To give fair warning: I have poems. FULL OF PRONOUNS. This might not bode well for ANYONE!!!!
NO ONE FEEL OBLIGATED TO COMMENT. I ARE SORRY TO TRY TO GUILT TRIP YOU. OMG. SHAME. Now I go to
