Okay This Time I Mean It
Just a quick post to state that as of today, I am, in fact, pledging allegiance to this blog, on a daily basis, one nation, under Dog, indivisible by five, with profanity and vodka for all.
Man, is that how you spell allegiance? That can't be right. Someone should be in charge of words that just don't look right. I need to lodge a formal complaint. To someone.
Also, I recently participated in this little Double Reverse Survivor thingy at the constant nagging of Scott and then whipped his goth ass in the finals. Okay, whipped is relative. But I won. My understanding is that I've won some kind of...well...nothing. But I've got the respect of a nation on my side and that's more than one man could possibly ask. My final entry kind of blew, but frankly I wrapped the whole thing up on the assignment that forced us to pick television characters, a specific setting and a pre-defined genre for 100 word flash fiction. I selected the nutty kids from Happy Days, in a vacation paradise, in the Romance genre. Here it is, in all its glory:
Mouth to Malph
"Nobody will believe this can last, Ralph."
"Doesn't matter."
Here, on this island, nobody could stop their passion. The love they had was like the volcano that formed this place. Hot and dangerous. Spontaneous and trembling. Engorged and spewing.
"What will Richie say?"
"What can he say? His best friend and his sister. It'll be tough…"
The empty beach was theirs. Over-sized umbrella. Margaritas.
"And Chachi?"
The name drifted to the wind and floated over the waves.
"Chachi is a boy. Never loved me…never…touched me like you do."
He grabbed her breast then, gently, and honked.
Three cheers for daily posts.
You should have gone with Richie and Potsie. Or Mrs. C and the Fonz. Arnold and Al? Pinky Tuscadero at the Leopard Lodge? I'll stop.
Posted by: TJ | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 09:53 PM
i'm surprised how strong your love affair with fruited vokda remains.
after blogapolooza '06, you looked a bit green from the grapity-grape vodka and sprites.
such a trooper!
Posted by: snowy | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 10:27 AM
Oh, blow it out your ass!
Posted by: Scott-san | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 01:02 PM
FUCK, I had NO IDEA you were playing! I didn't win (for like the first time ever, gah) because I submitted an entry I'd already used for another season. What, it works in college!
I loved this entry, by the way. I totally voted for it. AND I didn't rip it to shreds, which is more important.
Posted by: Erin | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 01:51 PM
"Shreds" must be relative, E.
Posted by: Chris | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 02:49 PM
didn't he already do that, scott?
Posted by: drummergirl | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 03:36 PM
tune in tokyo!
Posted by: styro | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 04:14 PM
I'LL SHOW YOU RELATIVE, MOTHERFUCKER.
Oh, wait, wow. Sorry about that.
Okay, see you tomorrow! =0)
Posted by: Erin | Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 06:18 PM