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 ~
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.
love,
your blinker~
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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 ~
“Give me that.” (grabbing phone) “Siri, talk dirty.”
“Humus. Compost. Silt.”
“This is a test!”
“Is it on?”
“I need the Boss’s Born to Run video.”
“I’m on it.”
“Fail. It’s your dog’s video.” (giving the boss his phone)
Walking away, it dawned on me how smart Siri had been…
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If you ask Siri where to find a 55 word story on Friday, she’ll send you to the flash boss, Mr. Knowitall.
As for this…I only have a dumb iPhone. This story was conjured so I could show ya my pup. We were playing this morning, and I thought she needed her 55 seconds of fame in blog land. I didn’t wish to be a tease, so I did include the Boss as well. Happy Friday, cheers ~
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This one was hard to parse down in 55. It’s been a heck of a week for news commentary. My SOPA protest was musical and wished to post it for G-Man’s 55, but alas, it was just like me, too wordy. If you’ve got something to say with brevity (only 55 words), go share with G, make his Friday. Cheers ~
(sidebar: 55 does have a link to NPR’s piece about Iowa getting it wrong. Don’t get me started! I thought the piece was good because it placed blame equally – on our GOP’s idiocy and the media hysteria on something that is really…. nothing.)
Was lovely. Anyone could see that Gilbert was in a trance, until…
A phone?
Yes! Front section! No response. Finally, Maestro STOPS the show. Hecklers yell! You’d swear it was football!
But, why?
Gentleman, bit daft, thought it wasn’t his. Seems he’d just downloaded this..
Ignorance is bliss!
Indeed!
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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 ~
A waitress sets down tray, unloads shots and pints.
“Ummm…not ordered yet”
“On the house.”
“Really?”
“No worries. We respect your privacy, gov’ner.” winks
“Not again!”
“OOPS!”
“Whatever…Perry. Sketched this weeks?”
nods
“Insight?”
“Bill watching Cain, falls asleep.”
“Punch?”
“Wakes in video…
“Ha! Brutal.”
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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’.
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 ~
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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
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,
live illuminated
until seven pounds
alights this soul ~
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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.
“Backyard. Train stopped; loaded grain at the Co-op. I hopped a box more than once.”
“Dang..”
“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
“Seriously? Bad enough IA equals pigs & politicians,
but fried butter? on A STICK?!”
“ummm… yummm?”
(girl birds her friend)
“whaAAAT?!”
“ummm…GOV’s “healthiest state” initiative you support?”
“True, BUTTTT, boys always said we needed Queens
to anchor the car in IA snow.”
“Queens….?”
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Gettin’ this under the wire, G_Man came a calling, reminding me I’ve dropped my 55 duties. Like a good lapsed Catholic, that was all the guilt I needed to fashion a story that took me back to high school glory days musicwise.
If you’ve got a 55, share with G and the fab community! If you are community, I apologize for not getting around to blogs or even commenting on your comments. I shall get better in a few weeks when my online writing class is done, promise! Cheers ~