Showing posts with label The Flash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Flash. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Whither Thou Bloggest


Whither Thou Bloggest is a quote I found myself ruminating upon the other day. It's derived from the Old Testament - the Book of Ruth  - and it means literally:

"What am I going to do with
 my suck ass blog?" 

I've been writing this blog almost six years and it continues to be as popular as the slides of your 1964 family vacation to Freedomland USA. I began musing on Facebook that very day as to possible ways to pump up the blog, improve my readership, and get ya to love me!  

Here's a few ideas so far:

1) Add a Frozen sing-a-long to every post.

2) Develop a story arc where I become Professor of Quantum Physics at MIT and do significant research in Vector Analysis. Merriment ensues.


3) More dick jokes.

4) Make the character an insecure Jewish Baby boomer. Oh, wait, that's the shitty premise we're trying to fix.

5) Add special features commentary by director Wes Anderson. 

6) Include Bloopers and Out-takes, especially when I flub use of the pluperfect  subjunctive. LOL!

7) Don't be so Jewish!

8) Instead of a Baby Boomer, I will now be a barefoot freckle-faced boy growin' up along the Mississippi with his best ol' friend Jim (Note: Check copyright availability.)

9) Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Liza Minnelli!

10) A quick 'n easy dinner recipe in every post.

11) All Flash Fiction will now only be about The Flash.

12) No more fantasizing about hot women. From now on, it's moonlight and Sean Hannity!

11) Adopt warm-hearted "From Our House to Your House" sensibility.

12) Close each post by digging into a large bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. Bon Appetit!  

13) Make the character a blond Nordic gentile with self-confidence. You think that's a stretch?  

14) Somewhere in this blog, boys and girls, I've hidden an afikomen! 

15) I marry a woman with a big brood of children, and we follow their sassy adventures!

16) Bake each new fan a chocolate cake. But I won't have time to ice them.

17) I juggle flaming stuff.

18) More car crashes.

19) Ginger and Mary Ann cat fight over me. 

20) Occasional cameos by Mr. Bill Murray!

21) Always leave 'em with the old soft shoe.

22) Sure, everybody loves 17th Century English drama, but if I read one more Beaumont and Fletcher joke....

23) Dick joke translations into the Greek exclusively by James Franco.

24) Develop line of "Nouveau Old, Formerly Cute" cutlery and and transform blog into 24/7 infomercial featuring Tom Bergeron.  

25) Plumb the depths of human experience and illuminate the angst at the base of the soul. That'll reel in the suckers!

26) Add a catchy jingle. "Here's a story about a man named Perry ..."

27) Larry King? You're here? You'll do anything to stay active, won't you?  

28) I go undercover at Scientology Headquarters and produce a hard-hitting series of posts which prove conclusively and beyond a shadow of a doubt that they ain't bothering nobody.

29)  Add super hot women characters who have just overdosed on female Viagra. Explore endless ways in which they tell Perry "no, we're just not in the mood right now."

30) My secret identity as Batman is at last revealed! True,  my crime fighting career is over, but maybe now you'll pay attention to the dick jokes?


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So, do you have any other thoughts?  All are welcome as I am as desperate for a blog concept as Republican Presidential candidates are for a credible idea.

Oh, and one more thing.  

Any of you know Liza Minnelli?

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Great Scott, Barry Allen, It's The Flash!



No, it's not really the Flash, a/k/a Barry Allen.

It's just my overly cutesy way of letting you know I'm once again participating in the Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Extravaganza.  Up top is the picture prompt, down below is the story. 

Don't worry, it'll all be over in flash!

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The Temple

They had stumbled on to what looked to be the entrance to some ancient temple. Or perhaps it was a burial ground.  Professor Kropotkin couldn't say, nor could his assistant Maya Majoun. 

"I just don't like the looks of this, Professor," said Maya. 

"I know, Maya," answered Kropotkin, "but we've come this far.  We've got to find out what that structure is and what it means."

"Professor,  there may be a curse!"

"I  don't believe in curses, Maya.  But there may well be some kind of trap set for possible intruders.   Or we  might be attacked by an unknown local indigenous tribe angered that we've disturbed the slumber of their deities." 

"Professor, we're hungry and tired.  We've been eight weeks in South America away from all civilization."

"We must push on, Maya!" 

Maya and Kropotkin wove their way between the two jagged rocks that stood out like quiet sentinels and --- lizards darting to and fro before them --- climbed the broken stone pathway that led to the structure's portal.   They entered.

"Oh, My God!" shouted Maya. "Oh Dear God!!!"

"It's a Singles' Bar!"  Kropotkin cried out.  "And there's a cover!" 

"I knew it," said Maya. "There was a curse after all."

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Now, there's the Flash!
And please, Barry Allen:
  We don't need another crappy superhero movie!