(water cooler bubbles)
“Howdy. Watch Grammys?”
“Me, TV and Turbotax.”
“Bar none, Willie.”
“Willie didn’t play.”
“I heard him.”
“Dude, that was a commercial! Didn’t you watch?”
“I was doing taxes! Commercial?”
“He sang ‘Scientist’ by Coldplay.”
“Really? Better than the band.”
Sadly, this is my second go round at a 55 today. I missed the dialogue, so, I fashioned another one for the G-Man’s
friendly fun flash fiction 55. (The other one is down two entries). Go ahead, tell him a story or a poem, and he’ll give you a listen before the weekend has him gone.
As for this one, I think this brand played the game nicely. If this had been the Superbowl, I’d say ‘touchdown’, and not nearly as costly as that kind of air play. Cheers ~
Posted by angela on 2012/02/17
Use me; I’m waiting, whilst your hands fiddling with buttons; hands fumbling your beloved, so thin, so smart, fingers ready to glide; I’m ready, we’ve gone straight for too long; these paths change. Don’t wait til I short out, bursts of interoperability! I’ll respond, just turn me on.
Ha! I couldn’t resist, after all it is almost the most commercial holiday; paint it black, um, I mean red. It is my hope that you remember this little 55 the next time you’re in traffic. As a cyclist who has to cross traffic to get to work, lack of blinker use has almost gotten me hit several times. I’d LOVE it if you’d try to help be the solution and remember to love your blinker, turn her on ~
Got 55 words to express…go visit G, turn him on ~
Posted by angela on 2012/02/10
There we were listening to Mahler’s Nineth.
Was lovely. Anyone could see that Gilbert was in a trance, until…
Yes! Front section! No response. Finally, Maestro STOPS the show. Hecklers yell! You’d swear it was football!
Gentleman, bit daft, thought it wasn’t his. Seems he’d just downloaded this..
Ignorance is bliss!
Ring dem bells! It is Friday, and G is rounding up all the usual suspects…but there is always room for one more. Go, tell him a story in 55 words and he’ll let you dine in style.
Backstory: A bit of artistic license on a story I read tonight on the WSJ. Fact, the phone did continue to play the iPhone’s Marimba. As for why, who knows…old age, deaf??? Props to Maestro Gilbert for stopping the show!
As for the Mitt Romney clip. Rick Perry had offered a ringtone download via the campaign site of Romney saying he likes to fire people. It has since been wiped clean…I improvised…tra la la. cheers ~
Posted by angela on 2012/01/12
(Sioux City, IA)
“We’re live, asking Citizen Iowan for thoughts. Excuse me, sir?”
(young man stops)
“Thoughts on debate?”
“Attending a viewing party?!”
“For a candidate?”
(chuckles) “Could say, we’re gathering for Romney…”
“Drinking game. Bonus if he says, “America America” …Templeton drawing!”
(reporter looks puzzled)
“Rye?! Forget corn, lady, think Capone!”
Okay, peeps. Sorry if you’re tired of hearing about the GOP & Iowa! Blame G for this one. The man (gotta love him) popped over today to say hello. I’ve been a bit off on my 55 quips, but had been thinking, so I spun this tale after his visit. I had shorten it, though, for I had a whole bit about the Iowa Prof catching heat this week for his Onion quality story on Iowa.
(sidebar….If you’ve read this article (fiction), I for one don’t know my neighbors, don’t own a mud room, don’t wave people into traffic kindly as if patting a baby’s bottom, and I’ve never lived on a farm!) As for America America…that is just disturbing rhetoric if you ask me! Now….whiskey, anyone….cheers ~
(The Nadas are a long time college band. In fact, not Jason, but I think one ‘em may have even been in one of my classes at ISU back in the day…not certain, though)
Posted by angela on 2011/12/15
“SNL couldn’t ask for better fodder!”
“Too bad Palin dropped out.”
A waitress sets down tray, unloads shots and pints.
“Ummm…not ordered yet”
“On the house.”
“No worries. We respect your privacy, gov’ner.” winks
“Whatever…Perry. Sketched this weeks?”
“Bill watching Cain, falls asleep.”
“Wakes in video…
Disclaimer, I really do dig Bill no matter what business was with that blue dress. As for the current mess, well, if last night wasn’t as good as SNL, don’t know what to tell ya other than you need to go see G-Man for some real humour…his is killa’.
Posted by angela on 2011/11/10
the bear bit
the bull rushed
potomac flowed fools gold,
and he panned for more
until the city beat him
off his own street,
brick wall, no bell call;
99 percent for ALL; 1 per
cent offered to fake
a fall; carpetbags
lined with swine,
pink, not red or blue,
all who have sold
our world ~
Got something to say in 55 words….go visit G, he wants to know!
As for me…I’m all for freedom of speech, occupy the four corners of the world..I can’t occupy nothin’ cuz I’ve gotta load 16 tons to save my soul ~ cheers
Posted by angela on 2011/10/14
Ashes blow ashes
golden whispers falling
amidst our feet;
autumn calling he,
you see, we all must
die a final december;
remember, his wisdom,
never wait for death to
make carbon brilliance;
don’t settle, let minds
explode; burn brighter,
bold; a world creative,
colour it beautiful,
until seven pounds
alights this soul ~
Yep, it is that time again, Friday where we visit the G-Man with our offering. I couldn’t let Steve Jobs passing go without a poem, or a mention, ergo, 55 words in honor. The man was a genius; a visionary; and a no BS kinda fella. He also had fabulous taste in music (read an old blog post of his with top ten albums…Dylan listed first). This one then, is for him… Peace ~ now, go visit G with your offering.
sidebar–had a link to Dylan’s, “Don’t Think Twice” but the link is now broken.
Posted by angela on 2011/10/07
“Ever rode a train?”
“Ever jumped a train?”
“Backyard. Train stopped; loaded grain at the Co-op. I hopped a box more than once.”
“No biggie unless it rolls. I had to jump once. It moved slow, but that rocky ditch is daunting.”
“Hobo life.” (sigh)
(nodding) “Arlo sang it true.”
Hobo culture, riding the rails, the Guthries, the trains…’twas a time in history that is gone, but never forgotten. I’ve been on a bit of a roll regarding trains…all this week, train poems, ergo, thought I’d end with a flash fiction dialogue regarding trains.
The G-Man is a bit too young to remember, but he is old enough to appreciate the life, ergo, here is my Friday 55 for his site. Do you have a 55 word story or poem, catch the line and ride the train, all are welcome. Hurry, before Mr. Knowitall departs from the station ~ cheers
Posted by angela on 2011/09/23
(bar stool moves)
“Until Soon arrives”
“Hey!” (breezy blond whines) “Seat?”
(pointing) “Soons arrived.”
“Gathered.” (moves stool) “Soon.” (walks)
“Ha! diggin’ new flavour?”
“Failed test 2.”
“Named Joan Jett tune.”
“Is Janis that obsolete?”
“How about him? Mick, know Brooks Brothers?”
(shrugs) “Bobby something”
Hey, it’s Friday, and though I’m a tad late getting this in to G-Man, I know he’ll be cool and let me play. Link up with your 55 word story and tell G something fun…or not.
Posted by angela on 2011/09/16
drifting off jetliner wings,
smokey puppet puffs,
white rabbit gone to dust,
her acid gaze remains;
dear John shot the moon,
leaving Lucy here spinning,
knitting diamonds sky high,
dreaming of beetle brides;
seancing stars from lover’s eyes,
bedding a pipe’s hashish dream,
falling prey as voices sing
a jeffersonian like tune ~
tra la la, tis Friday and in a flash, we’ll all be gone for a bit of song, spirit and laughs… BUT, before we do, a riddle or two, or story, fashioned in 55 glory. Don’t know what to do…go ask G before he, too, becomes ten feet tall ~
Posted by angela on 2011/09/02