Monday, January 30, 2006

bit of a predicament         [visual joke]

I've been less than a joke entusiast as blogger, but some exceptions may be made. I guess this counts as my 2nd blog joke, and it's the first in a genre I now introduce: the visual joke. (Others might follow once in a blue moon.)

It's not all too difficult to imagine a story here . . .

care to spin out out? The Comments microphone is on!

[note & disclaimer: I rec'd photo in email & don't know orig. source]
Should I be offering awards? prizes? No let's be low-key about this, okay? I'll offer thanks for all contributions, and special thanks for especially good ones! Stories could (of course) be in 1st, 2nd or 3rd person . . . E.g. in "flash fiction" (brief) form, hmm?

                       

16 Comments:

Anonymous EP said...

One can tell from the look in his eye that this dude was a bit surprised while in the bedroom with his girlfriend when much to his dismay, the husband of his sweetie could be heard coming thru the front door of the apt, having forgotten his lunchpail. Now, he must wait outside til the coast is clear.

Mon Jan 30, 01:55:00 PM PST  
Blogger Indeterminacy said...

- I love you. I love your angular form. I love to nibble your corners. I love pressing myself onto your hard, rock surface. Those stones, those stones! They mere feel of my fingertips upon them thrills me so. Climbing you. Clinging to you. Exploring every niche of your massive limestone body. I don't care if they see. I don't care if they know. I can't just live for the nights of you. Let the sun shine upon us for everyone to see.

- I'm glad you feel that way. I've decided never to let you go.

Mon Jan 30, 09:08:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

good! & thanks for two classical (and mutually antithetical) readings...

I daresay these two cover an overview of interpretations to which one might leap with some alacrity (though how these ideas are expressed can be various; and perhaps there can be a number of further twists on EP's basic, skeletal, "classic" narrative) --

anyone else game? mic's still live...

Tue Jan 31, 12:42:00 AM PST  
Blogger Pincushion said...

"Oooooops I've forgotten my Spiderman suit inside! Oh! The perils of being a Superhero..having to rush to help, the moment a cry is heard..and this is what happens....groan! I'm getting to old for this..my memory is failing me..will somebody..anybody please throw me my spidey-suit???!!"

Tue Jan 31, 03:15:00 AM PST  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

haha Indie that was great
awesome photo.

Tue Jan 31, 10:37:00 AM PST  
Blogger ariel said...

Indie, after the first two sentences of your story I started laughing so hard that I couldn't read any more. finally it took a lot of trying to read the entire story over. thanks. :)

Tue Jan 31, 11:00:00 AM PST  
Blogger The Mushroom said...

Dammit, this is the last surprise party I ever try to avoid. I mean, I'm glad that I heard everyone milling about outside the bedroom door going "hehehe shhhh!" and had a few seconds to slip out the window before they burst in and shouted SURPRISE -- the surprise was on them, I wasn't there! -- but the cure seems to be worse than the disease. Shoulda gone out on the balcony instead, in hindsight, or spent that few seconds grabbing a robe and taking the intrusion in stride. The things we learn...

Tue Jan 31, 02:00:00 PM PST  
Blogger Doug said...

Ave Indie! Too funny!

Tue Jan 31, 02:02:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

Pincush' & 'Shroom,
grazie, milli grazie--

this circle of story now has 4 solid spokes, and can twirl with ease down the lane of imagination.

Each points in a different direction.

And 'Shroom -- neat "found" photo blog you've got there.

thanks all for stopping by,
d.i.

Tue Jan 31, 02:53:00 PM PST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One morning, as Freddie the Fly was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that while resting on a windowsill he had been changed into a monstrous human being. He clung to the stone and saw, as he turned his head a bit, a repulsive expanse of pasty pink flesh. How in God’s name, reduced as he was to four weak limbs and a wingless torso, would he ever get back inside?

--Posted by Kendra

Tue Jan 31, 03:34:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

superb!

Kafka's Metamorphosis finally turned on its head. ;-)

Tue Jan 31, 03:45:00 PM PST  
Blogger The Mushroom said...

I have to agree, the reverse Metamorphosis was a great spin! Thanks Kendra!

Glad you like my found (yes, they were, I have all the paper prints or negative) photo site. :-D

Tue Jan 31, 08:39:00 PM PST  
Blogger Indeterminacy said...

I like the metaphor that these stories are spokes of a wheel. The Anti-Kafka story is great!

Wed Feb 01, 01:59:00 AM PST  
Blogger ariel said...

ROTFL, Kendra! great one.

Mushroom, you do NOT tell it from experience, do you? :-O

Wed Feb 01, 11:15:00 AM PST  
Blogger The Mushroom said...

Ariel: You already know the answer to that question. Oh, and I swear that is NOT me pictured, even if it does look like my tushie...

Wed Feb 01, 01:05:00 PM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

Well, the photo-inviting-stories has afforded a nice blogo-experience. Perhaps to be followed by sequel, after a time.

thanks again,
d.i.

Thu Feb 02, 02:26:00 AM PST  

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