Friday, December 14, 2007

(S)He Memes Well...

My blogging friend (and closet leg pervert!) Absolute Vanilla has tagged me with some sort of "viral story" meme-type thingie.

Here are the terms & conditions (apparently from Splotchy, the originator):
"This has probably been done before, but that is not stopping me, oh no.
Here’s what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don’t know how realistic it is, but that’s what I’m aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.

If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it’s okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that’s five interesting threads the story spins off into.

Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours.”

I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

My first idea was to put the applesauce in the microwave. Hey, I was still tired. Could I scoop some out and put whipped cream on it? No, too solid. Why was it so damn cold in here? I walked over to the thermostat and saw that the heat hadn’t clicked on all night and the temperature had dropped substantially overnight. Now, tired and hungry, I opened the access panel on the heater. There’s the problem: why was someone cooking a duck in here? (SamuraiFrog)

I grabbed the bird and bit into a leg. It tasted like cheese. Or chicken. What kind of weird duck was this? I spat out the rancid meat and threw the rest of the duck in the bin.
Jackson strode into the kitchen, his short dreadlocks bouncing lightly around his face.
“Is my duck ready yet?” he said as he turned towards me. “Hey man, put some clothes on!”
Shit, I had forgotten to put on my boxers. (PJ)

Which explained why I was so damned cold. I grabbed a tea towel and tried to make myself look half decent.
Jackson snorted, "You'd do better with a fig leaf!" Yeah, well, whatever.
"So, where's my bird?" Jackson asked.
"In the bin," I snapped, "where it should be - thing died long, long ago."
"You binned my bird?" Jackson's eyes had started to bulge with rage. "Why you..."
"It would've killed you," I yelled as he lunged at me, the breadknife in his hand. "Damn! It was only an off-duck!" (Absolute Vanilla)

"An off-duck? Fuck off," he screamed, his arm poised to bring the knife plunging down into the general direction of my now racing heart. He stopped short.
"Hey, isn't that tea towel part of the set my auntie gave to me last year?"
"Er, yeah, I guess so..."
"What the fuck are you doing covering your ding-a-ling with it?"
"My "ding-a-ling"...?"
"Yeah, your prick, arsehole. Jesus, you never heard of Chuck Berry?"
I'm naked, I'm covering my "ding-a-ling" with Jackson's auntie's tea towel, and I've just binned his bird.
The doorbell rang. (Kyklops)

I tag (out of sheer spite and/or revenge):
The Usual Stuff


  1. Glenn,
    "Bastard" is but one of my middle names. Seriously, don't feel obligated.

  2. Another strange variant of the original virus!

    Domo Arigato for you contribution!

  3. Oh thanks ever so much, now that darn song will be playing in my head all night.

    That mind still seems stuck on your calling Vanilla, a closet leg pervert! What on earth does that mean?

  4. ROTFLMAO! Oh, you beauty! I knew I could rely on you to really move this along! ;-)

    Here what's this about being a closet leg pervert? Shucks, I'd always thought I was actually a closet butt pervert...

    Taffiny, to answer your question: he showed his legs on his blog once, I've not been the same since.


  5. Splotchy,
    Do itashimashte! (You're welcome!)


    Oh thanks ever so much, now that darn song will be playing in my head all night.

    Heh, a meme within a meme. I never cease to amaze myself!

    I'm glad you enjoyed my contribution. Rest assured, however, that I won't be posting any pics of my aging butt anytime soon!

  6. I'm behind on my blog reading, so I just saw this. I'll try to get on it ASAP.

  7. Brendan,
    Don't worry about it, buddy. I tag others when I'm tagged, but don't make much effort to notify them. I don't want anyone to feel obligated.