Onion-man: a mad-farmer who grew the worlds largest onion… but instead of entering it into a competition, he climbed inside of it and became “ Onion-Man!”: He who rolls around… flavoring sauces & bringing his enemies to TEARS!
Sarah Palin is the mayor of South Park.
I heard our new neighbor yell at her crying 6 yr old, “You’re disgusting! You have snot all over your face!”
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tigers Love Tomatoes
Some say dreams are prime creative real estate, so I am attempting to tap into my “creative-dream-engine’ by taking elements of my dreams and using them for story ideas. So for my first story I will take last nights’ dream and write it in a more cohesive story format. Here goes:
So there I was, in college, when I inadvertently won a dance contest. The reward for winning the contest was presented to me by Flava-Flav on live TV or, more accurately, was presented to me by Flava-Flav THROUGH the television set. As I drove with my family of face-less, brother-like characters to an unknown location, I realized Flava-Flav gave me the ‘boy’ prize instead of the ‘girl’ prize. After my fuzzy-faced brother showed me how to use my toy airplane called a ‘Maverick’, I grew happy. Finally we got to the hotel, where we realized the tiger sleeping in the corner only woke up when we touched the tomatoes in our salads.
Yes, I think I like this story. I will surely do this from now, ON.
So there I was, in college, when I inadvertently won a dance contest. The reward for winning the contest was presented to me by Flava-Flav on live TV or, more accurately, was presented to me by Flava-Flav THROUGH the television set. As I drove with my family of face-less, brother-like characters to an unknown location, I realized Flava-Flav gave me the ‘boy’ prize instead of the ‘girl’ prize. After my fuzzy-faced brother showed me how to use my toy airplane called a ‘Maverick’, I grew happy. Finally we got to the hotel, where we realized the tiger sleeping in the corner only woke up when we touched the tomatoes in our salads.
Yes, I think I like this story. I will surely do this from now, ON.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sleepy Thoughts
When I finally go to bed, I lie..... lye..., take-a-load-off in my bed thinking of super cool things. Some ideas are so awesome, I feel absolutely no need to write them down to remember in the morning (by morning I mean 3 pm-ish). After all, how could I forget the best thought ever thinked..... thunk... contemplated. But, inevitably I always forget.
Action descriptions for clothing are dumb. Physical descriptions for clothing make much more sense... like high-heels or khakis. The only exception for action clothing names, is if the action is mandatory. Like, you can only wear a bomber jacket if you are in the process of bombing someone. Or, you can only wear a wife beater if your wife is beaten up... by you.
Yeah, sooooooo... that's why I should start writing down my good ideas, so that I don't have to make up bad ones on the spot.
Action descriptions for clothing are dumb. Physical descriptions for clothing make much more sense... like high-heels or khakis. The only exception for action clothing names, is if the action is mandatory. Like, you can only wear a bomber jacket if you are in the process of bombing someone. Or, you can only wear a wife beater if your wife is beaten up... by you.
Yeah, sooooooo... that's why I should start writing down my good ideas, so that I don't have to make up bad ones on the spot.
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