Saturday, July 09, 2005
Am I the only one this occurs to? A phrase, short scene or somesuch will come to mind, unbidden. It's one thing to be creative while I'm writing (Heck, that's when I want to be creative), but not while I'm just going through everyday tasks or in the middle of the night.
Mrs Sivana has more than once said I should carry a small notebook with me to write them down. For her, it is mostly an issue of dealing with my trail of paper scraps that I leave trailing behind me like breadcrumbs. For me, it would be nice to actually fully note what just popped in my head, rather than ask someone else "Hey, you remember earlier (or yesterday (or last week)), when we were" [random event] "and then you said" [random response] "....? What did I say after that?"
Sigh......
So this is the first in an ongoing attempt to collect my random thoughts in one location, while going thru old notes, scraps and other ephemera.
The Island of Misfit Phrases
(First in a series of thought fragments which go no-where in a hurry)
Pop rocks and cheese doodles.... That's all I'm living for these days, man....
.... sealed with a blood-stained kiss
Q) Lose an eye?(said to someone wearing an eyepatch)
A) Nope. Found one.
Q) What the hell is he talking about? (whispered)
A) I have no bloody idea. Just smile and nod your head; maybe he'll go away. (also whispered)
Q) Would you, could you in a boat?
Would you, could you with a goat?
A) God, you're disgusting!! (shoving person away)
A serial bank-robber who only steal the lollipops....
That's not wax... It's ear-cheese for the little mouse what lives in my head.
I'm going to commit hari krishna... Shave my head, wear a ponytail and hang out in airports.
Are those my keys or am I happy to see me?
I need more hatred in my life
They found Cupid the other day, an arrow in his back.
The Lone Raver trips again!!
anxiously content
Someone runs into a convenience store wearing safety goggles and a stained labcoat and screams "Quick, man! Where are the Pop Rocks? It's an emergency!!"
The towels are not what they seem. (from a Twin Peaks/Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy x-over)
In the back (chill-out) area of a dance club, someone uses a bright orange marker to play connect the dots with the cigarette burn-holes in the carpet.
Gimme a quarter and I'll bother someone else.
(A bunch of c-level superheroes (ala Mystery Men) are sitting around a table in a bar or diner.)
A) Hey, weren't you called 'El Hombre' a few years back?
B) Yeah... but... uh... (sighs) PeeWee sent Cowboy Curtis and the King of Cartoons after me. Had to change it.
(Everyone snickers)
B) (indignant) It ain't funny!! I'm lucky he didn't send Miss Yvonne...
(Everyone shudders, one of them crosses him/herself)
A) You broke my beard! You friggin' broke my beard!!
B) (calmly) I know. I wanted to hit you where it hurts.
Thank God I'm an athiest!!
A) All these... these children!! (throws up hands in frustration)
B) You need to start hanging with people your own age.
A) (darkly) There is no-one my own age....
Q) (shocked) What the hell are you eating?
A) (brightly) Y'know... The five basic food groups: green stuff, red stuff, brown stuff, white stuff... And cheese!!
(while looking through the mail) Ah, cool! The new issue of "Guns and Panties"!!
I remember it being so hot in Arizona that when you used the facilities, you didn't pee as much as you vented steam. It'd kinda come out in this yellowish cloud af vapor... Hooooosshhhh.....
legend of a ghost bison herd roaming the mid-west (variation on the ghost ships)
Children. That's all they were, children; none appeared over twenty. With skin so pale they'd be invisible in winter's northern reaches and with coats and dresses so flowing and black they'd be as invisible in midnight's shadow. With Wizard of Oz hair: every color imaginable from black to blue, to green, to white and every hue between (and a few known only to those from the other side of the rainbow).
A) Psssttttt.... That new guy over there? He's an organ-grinder.
B) How can you tell?
A) Hairy palms....
Mrs Sivana has more than once said I should carry a small notebook with me to write them down. For her, it is mostly an issue of dealing with my trail of paper scraps that I leave trailing behind me like breadcrumbs. For me, it would be nice to actually fully note what just popped in my head, rather than ask someone else "Hey, you remember earlier (or yesterday (or last week)), when we were" [random event] "and then you said" [random response] "....? What did I say after that?"
Sigh......
So this is the first in an ongoing attempt to collect my random thoughts in one location, while going thru old notes, scraps and other ephemera.
The Island of Misfit Phrases
(First in a series of thought fragments which go no-where in a hurry)
Pop rocks and cheese doodles.... That's all I'm living for these days, man....
.... sealed with a blood-stained kiss
Q) Lose an eye?(said to someone wearing an eyepatch)
A) Nope. Found one.
Q) What the hell is he talking about? (whispered)
A) I have no bloody idea. Just smile and nod your head; maybe he'll go away. (also whispered)
Q) Would you, could you in a boat?
Would you, could you with a goat?
A) God, you're disgusting!! (shoving person away)
A serial bank-robber who only steal the lollipops....
That's not wax... It's ear-cheese for the little mouse what lives in my head.
I'm going to commit hari krishna... Shave my head, wear a ponytail and hang out in airports.
Are those my keys or am I happy to see me?
I need more hatred in my life
They found Cupid the other day, an arrow in his back.
The Lone Raver trips again!!
anxiously content
Someone runs into a convenience store wearing safety goggles and a stained labcoat and screams "Quick, man! Where are the Pop Rocks? It's an emergency!!"
The towels are not what they seem. (from a Twin Peaks/Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy x-over)
In the back (chill-out) area of a dance club, someone uses a bright orange marker to play connect the dots with the cigarette burn-holes in the carpet.
Gimme a quarter and I'll bother someone else.
(A bunch of c-level superheroes (ala Mystery Men) are sitting around a table in a bar or diner.)
A) Hey, weren't you called 'El Hombre' a few years back?
B) Yeah... but... uh... (sighs) PeeWee sent Cowboy Curtis and the King of Cartoons after me. Had to change it.
(Everyone snickers)
B) (indignant) It ain't funny!! I'm lucky he didn't send Miss Yvonne...
(Everyone shudders, one of them crosses him/herself)
A) You broke my beard! You friggin' broke my beard!!
B) (calmly) I know. I wanted to hit you where it hurts.
Thank God I'm an athiest!!
A) All these... these children!! (throws up hands in frustration)
B) You need to start hanging with people your own age.
A) (darkly) There is no-one my own age....
Q) (shocked) What the hell are you eating?
A) (brightly) Y'know... The five basic food groups: green stuff, red stuff, brown stuff, white stuff... And cheese!!
(while looking through the mail) Ah, cool! The new issue of "Guns and Panties"!!
I remember it being so hot in Arizona that when you used the facilities, you didn't pee as much as you vented steam. It'd kinda come out in this yellowish cloud af vapor... Hooooosshhhh.....
legend of a ghost bison herd roaming the mid-west (variation on the ghost ships)
Children. That's all they were, children; none appeared over twenty. With skin so pale they'd be invisible in winter's northern reaches and with coats and dresses so flowing and black they'd be as invisible in midnight's shadow. With Wizard of Oz hair: every color imaginable from black to blue, to green, to white and every hue between (and a few known only to those from the other side of the rainbow).
A) Psssttttt.... That new guy over there? He's an organ-grinder.
B) How can you tell?
A) Hairy palms....
# posted by Alexi Sivana : 9:27 AM
