We’re going to try something a little different tonight. I want you to tell me a story.
I used to have a game called “Once Upon a Time,” and over the course of the game, the players made up a fairy tale one sentence at a time. I’m thinking we can do this over the Internet, if we try. I’m going to start us off, and you guys pick it up in the comments.
Once upon a time, there was a cat named Spike who wanted more than anything to be a poet.
Remember, one sentence at a time, and then it’s someone else’s turn. It can, however, be a very long sentence, if you are inspired and can manage to string everything together with commas ;)
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This isn’t a new video, but I think I want to marry all of these men at once:
And to get me in the mood for this weekend’s music festival:
(I was at this gig. She was fantastic, rain included)
A write-a-long! O dear! It’s a shame we can’t all whisper it to eachother, the story would be (even) weirder.
Not related to the story- today was such a lovely day off. One of the nice things about a wonky retail schedule is random Tuesdays off. I slept in, did some necessary crawling around under the house (needed to open the vents in the crawlspace), took puppers on a long walk, and then went for a haircut. I love spending time with the mister, but I love having days to myself.
In non story game news: More photos from World Steam Expo for the interested.
Spike, however, felt that he lacked the life experience he believed one needed in order to write great poetry.
So he packed his bags and set out on a grand adventure.
As he walked down the road he came upon an old woman sitting on a bench.
On the woman’s lap, there was a peculiar object, the likes of which Spike had never seen.
She also had her bags packed, and it looked like she was embarking on a trip herself.
He stopped, and the two eyed each other for a moment.
“Where are you headed?” he asked.
She chuckled and replied, “I am old, and my children have grown, and I have decided it’s high time I went off to seek my fortune.”
As she laughed, the object on her lap — a bag maybe, or a box, or a cat, depending on which side of his eye he looked at it from — shimmered and stretched and sighed, till the old woman patted it comfortingly and the object — the bag or box or cat — settled back down.
Spike was curious as any cat, but felt it safer to just invite the old woman on a grand adventure with him.
The old woman considered and said, “My name is Gladys, and this is Hans – he won’t be any trouble.”
As a bus slowed to a stop at the bench, the old woman stood up, opened one her of enormous bags and motioned for Spike to jump in, while saying, “This bus stops at the terminal, then we can go to any destination you choose.”