Hijack This Thread!

[Icingsugar]

Speaking of hi-jacking, I read about this guy who got ona bus, pulled out a gun, and pointed it to the driver and said: "Drive to Cuba!"

Now, that would had been really funky, had it been a train...

 

[Icingsugar]

I have just been given the task of composing something compelling about a movie which features the story of a woman who harbours a guilty secret.

What's the secret guilty of? Public exposure?

 

[Svenskaflicka]

One day, I'd like to read a story about a completely guilt-free secret...

 

[Guest]

One day, I'd like to read a story about a completely guilt-free secret...

Flicka-mou, I'll send you a copy of my not-for-publication memoirs.

Perdita who knows no shame

 

[Svenskaflicka]

M tells me to write my memoirs, but I think most of this town knows my past already - I mean, half the town's been involved in it...

 

[Quasimodem]

What's the secret guilty of? Public exposure?

From the rather lurid background literature, the “Secret” is, either:

(a.) she is possessed of a devil

(b.) she had her sister repossessed by a devil

(c.) she ate, or caused her sister to eat, a fertile egg, which is trying to hatch

(d.) she had her car repossessed, or was made an ex-commuter

(e.) she ate her sister’s car, piece by piece, and is - at the moment - feeling piston


There is more that might help me decide, but I am not about to handle it further, until they fill my requisition for surgical gloves

 

[destinie21]

M tells me to write my memoirs, but I think most of this town knows my past already - I mean, half the town's been involved in it...

I could write a memior like essay

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

This one time, I was on a bus that was driving through the countryside and I met this guy. He said his name was Jack. So I said, Hi Jack. Everyone started screaming and ducking down in their seats, kinda acting like I was flinging turds at them or something. Anyway, the driver, he freaked out and swerved off the road and went through this pasture full of sheep. Then...........



Sorry, couldn't help myself

Wicked

 

[destinie21]

This one time, I was on a bus that was driving through the countryside and I met this guy. He said his name was Jack. So I said, Hi Jack. Everyone started screaming and ducking down in their seats, kinda acting like I was flinging turds at them or something. Anyway, the driver, he freaked out and swerved off the road and went through this pasture full of sheep. Then...........



Sorry, couldn't help myself

Wicked

Hey I was on that bus we were going to a historical something or other on gardenrobes.

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

Hey I was on that bus we were going to a historical something or other on gardenrobes

Exactly! I didn't know you were there too, what a small world

Wicked

 

[Quasimodem]

. . .we were going to a historical something or other on gardenrobes.

Since you missed it, check out:

“Medieval Emetics, Purges and Garderobes; or, A Plague of Physicians; or, That’s Me, All Over.”

I’ll bet Ogg can find a copy.

 

[TheEarl]

Hands up. This is a hijack.

Exactly! I didn't know you were there too, what a small world

Wicked

Speaking of small worlds, am I the only one to find Mercury fascinating?

The Earl

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

Speaking of small worlds, am I the only one to find Mercury fascinating?

So glad you didn't say Uranus

Wicked

 

[ffreak]

But I was thinking of Neptune - with all those topless mermaids to serve him down there. Hmm.. I wonder if that's where we got the idea that something smells fishy?

-FF (swimming upstream)

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Re: Hands up. This is a hijack.

Speaking of small worlds, am I the only one to find Mercury fascinating?

The Earl

Probably. RF

 

[Quasimodem]

Eat More Dogs, Cambodians Urged
Thu September 11, 2003 10:24 AM ET

PHNOM PENH (Reuters) - Cambodians are being urged to eat more dogs as part of a crackdown on stray mutts wandering around the capital of the southeast Asian nation.

Although dogs, along with creepy-crawlies such as spiders, beetles and crickets, are found regularly on menus in deeply impoverished rural areas, eating them is frowned upon in the relative sophistication of Phnom Penh.

City governor Kep Chuktema says it is now time to draw up a special pooch policy to control the growing problem of pavement-fouling strays, and for city-dwellers to throw off their traditional snootiness toward dining on man's best friend.

"Come on, dog meat is so delicious," he was quoted as saying in Thursday's Cambodia Daily newspaper. "The Vietnamese and Koreans love to eat dog meat."

"(Cambodians) don't have wine, but poor people can enjoy their dog meat with palm juice wine," he said.

Hitherto, Phnom Penh dog lovers have had to keep their tastes under wraps by asking for 'special' or 'jogging cow' meat in restaurants.

So what are they going to do when they find the so-called "Mad Dog" disease in their food supply, or worse, the Pissed Peta Plague?

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

Uggghhhh, Now I need to rethink tonight's supper.....We were going to have coney dogs, honestly.

Wicked

 

[MathGirl]

It's hard to think of eating something which was known as "Skippy" or "Mr Whiskers" the day before.
MG

 

[Quasimodem]

It's hard to think of eating something which was known as "Skippy" or "Mr Whiskers" the day before.
MG

I LOVE Skippy!

Spread it on Wonder Bread.*


* Wonder how much formaldehyde they put in it, now

 

[wildsweetone]

I must have a look and see if there's any stories on the 'Wonder Bra' on Litland...

Skippy here is cornflakes, but in Australia it's a kangaroo.

hmm

 

[MathGirl]

Originally posted by wildsweetone Skippy here is cornflakes, but in Australia it's a kangaroo.

Dear WSO,
Point of information. Skippy is PB in the US. Of course that could stand for lead, phenobarbital, peanut butter, passed ball, or police brutality. Take your pick.
MG

 

[Svenskaflicka]

*locks up cat*

 

[ffreak]

MathGirl: Skippy as a euphemism for police brutality, I like that, think I'll use it in my next mystery story.

Flicka: I'm amazed cats go outdoors in Sweden. Don't you basically have two seasons; hot as hell, and cold enough to freeze a well digger's ass? (It makes me wonder if Swedish cats have so much fur I wouldn't recognize them, or if they look singed.)

-FF (always on the look-out for something worth stealing for the cops and robber baron stories)

 

[Quasimodem]

Skippy is what you call it when the ice is so choppy that you hit your sweep in the stones.

 

[Quasimodem]

Today, while I was cleaning out my SPAM-BLOCKER holding cell, just as I was about to hit the “Delete” key I noticed the following e-Mail Subject Line:

“Do you feel Shy or Insecure about your pen . . . ”

At first I thought that the automatic post notified at Lit. had started up again, because that reminded me of some of the thread’s posted in the Author’s Hangout.

I had barely begun composing a snappy retort in my head, when it struck me that Lit. has access past my SPAM-BLOCKER so that this e-Mail must be from elsewhere.

So, I continued with the deletion. However, now I wonder if I did the right thing?

Do you suppose there is a group of writers somewhere, banded together for mutual support, who are working at an entirely different level of technology?

In our various threads we have bemoaned the state of present literature, as opposed to that of William Shakespeare and The Bible. Some have even been radicle enough to include Jane Austin, Charles Dickens, and Fyodor Dostoevsky.

The Twentieth Century has seen the rise of technology. In the sphere of writing, for example, there has been a movement, from the late twenties to the early forties, moving from requesting to demanding, that all manuscripts be submitted in a typed form.

At least the previously mentioned early writers had one distinct advantage, in that they only had to scribble, the transcriber was responsible for copying it out to a "clear hand," type-set, or well-typed form.

How many modern writers are being disparaged, where a like-minded predecessor would have found success, merely because we are hindered from employing our genius of bad penmanship.

How many writers from the era of classical literature have been granted their published status, merely because their editors and publishers were unable to read the twaddle they had written. And if that is the case, and the final work was both a critical and a financial success, what masters of ingenuity must have stood behind the author - those typesetters and linotype operators of old - who could transmute unutterable tosh into purest gold.

As both a writer, and a possessor of a very illegible hand, I feel the deprivation.

I am sorry now that I chucked that e-Mail out. If anybody is aware of the group, or any similar group, suggested by that e-Mail Subject Line please post a way of making contact with them.

To improve the acceptability of my writing, I am even willing to join this seemingly Luddite movement.