Thread Number 100: Hidey People In Fast Forward.
POSTED BY: mai
UPDATED: Wednesday, June 25, 2008 05:59
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Quote:
Originally posted by Jadehand:
*wants to write a script for Sci-Fi for "ICE TORNADOES FROM HELL!"
*Pokes ball with a pool cue.
Will write for food!
*King to Queens Bishop Three! Yahtzee!
David
'Geeks can't admit that anything worthwhile was invented before 1981. Soon, "making cocoa" will be called "milk hacking."' - Lore Sjoberg
http://xkcd.com/386/
I has myspace - http://www.myspace.com/daveshayneforpresident
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*throws a snoball at dave
now write!
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Yes...write, right away:)
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Love doesn't make the world go 'round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
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*pushes a pawn, draws a card.
Full house!
A man who walks the Earth.
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*rolls five dies*
A yahtzee! 50 points for me!
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98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
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Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
*throws a snoball at dave
now write!
In the snoball?
I thought this was a family thread.
David
'Geeks can't admit that anything worthwhile was invented before 1981. Soon, "making cocoa" will be called "milk hacking."' - Lore Sjoberg
http://xkcd.com/386/
I has myspace - http://www.myspace.com/daveshayneforpresident
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It's a snoball not a snowball.
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Quote:
Originally posted by MSB:
Yes...write, right away:)
Are you a publisher? Or a literary agent? 'Cause you sound like one.
But lets see what we have. There is a line on a bit of paper in front of me that I knicked from the morning traffic report. It already went into my pram at myspace but it might also make a fine title for a story.
Slow In the Usual Spots
Traffic didn't so much flow as ooze along the freeways in the valley that fateful morning. The sun's rays glinting off the hoods of late model sedans conspired to assault the eyes of the eastbound office drones as lazily the Action Twelve News Traffic Chopper autogyroed to a crash landing in the foot hills. It's pilot while still breathing was already dead and had been since the large caliber bullet had decided to do a samba through his lung. An unearthly quiet emerged as the rotors spun down and the passenger side door to the 'copter opened to allow Ellie "Eye on Traffic" Transom to fall to her knees on the summer dust and heaved dryly at the sight of her blood soaked blouse.
I took the call from dispatch and lumbered to the scene in my department issued plain brown wrapper. There would be uniforms on their way as well but this case looked to be both high profile and unlikely to be solved so the brass wanted to make sure their favorite fall guy was in on the ground floor. That was me. Too young to retire, too old to quit, and too honest to look the other way. I'm not saying I'm the only honest cop on the force even if it sometimes feels that way. I'm just the one who doesn't have enough clout to avoid the dirty details and has enough enemies with the clout to give him the dirty details.
Ellie Transom is the young up and comer in the local market news scene. Doing the traffic reports from the helicopter instead of a news desk because some marketing major got a focus group to say they liked the retro feel to the traffic reports even if all the actual information came from the same office downtown. Thirty years ago she would have been lucky to be the scantily clad weather girl. Fifty years ago she would have been lucky to have been on a TV newscast at all. Two years ago she was stuck writing for the style section of a newspaper which has since gone out of business. Staring at Jim's blood congealing on her hands she found herself grateful that she didn't have to worry about writing yet another inane article about shoes.
Captain James "Big" Skye had been the chopper pilot. He really was named Skye - Lets face it with a name like that his career choices were pilot and alcoholic - and he really had been a Captain. He flew Apaches for the army until the disability discharge drove him to the private sector. He used to say that he'd earned his nickname in basic when he made a point of always doing more than required. His three exes agreed that he was called big because he was in fact tiny. Only the ME will know the truth now.
To be continued???
David
'Geeks can't admit that anything worthwhile was invented before 1981. Soon, "making cocoa" will be called "milk hacking."' - Lore Sjoberg
http://xkcd.com/386/
I has myspace - http://www.myspace.com/daveshayneforpresident
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Quote:
Originally posted by Jadehand:
*pushes a pawn, draws a card.
Full house!
*dave plays euchre with a pinochle deck then skips every other base to score an inverted goal*
David
'Geeks can't admit that anything worthwhile was invented before 1981. Soon, "making cocoa" will be called "milk hacking."' - Lore Sjoberg
http://xkcd.com/386/
I has myspace - http://www.myspace.com/daveshayneforpresident
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