Storyblogging Carnival 52

jelewis8 — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 14:55:27 +0000

The 52nd Storyblogging Carnival has a total of seven entries, posted in the order I received them. Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy the stories here.
Mime (part 1) and Mime (part 2) by Andrew Ian Dodge from Dodgeblogium
100 words each, rated PG
An obncxious Mime gets more than he bargained for. I have included part I & II of the tales. I promise those that wish me to write something longer than one is on the boil.
A Traveler’s Net Woes by Madeleine Begun Kane from Mad Kane Humor Blog
1364 words rated PG
A funny story about business travel with my spouse.
Who am I…I’m a Savonologist… by Tanika Evans from Unravelling a Twisted Thread
512 words rated PG
This is a story based on some of my adventures while I worked at a Sav-on Drug Store in Los Angeles. On Christmas Eve two guys decided to steal about $1800 worth of stuff from Sav-on.
A Guilding of Lillis Scene 4 by Dave Gudeman from Doc Rampage
1369 words rated PG
In which we learn that Rolf is unelfishly trail-illiterate and that Zantar is literarily challenged. And they find the goblins –or rather, the goblins find them.
A Train Ride to Harlem by Abu Sahajj from Wa Salaam
730 words rated PG
A story of one man on a train to Harlem.
The Counterfeit Monets by Jeremiah Lewis from Fringe
902 words rated PG
A man discovers paintings in a restaurant are genuine Monets.
Thanks for coming by. The next Storyblogging Carnival will be announced by someone vastly more important than myself.

Antarctica, Smantarctica

jelewis8 — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 05:00:40 +0000

I’ve decided that writing a blog post on the day before, of, or after Christmas is like lighting yourself on fire in Antarctica. It might be hot stuff, but no one’s around to appreciate it. Except yourself, of course, though self-appreciation is basically mental masturbation. Nevertheless, I’m duty bound to provide at least the semblance of a post, lest I be outblogged and overshadowed by such worthy stalwarts as Greg and Steve (I’ve never met Steve, but his facial hair post pretty much made me a believer).
The flight across the Midwest was as miserable as I expected it would be, given my sickly condition. I left LA at 8:45pm Christmas Eve and flew into Phoenix, endured a 1.75 hour layover, then caught another connection to Chi-town which took a little less than 4 hours. 3.25 hours after that, I finally arrived in Madison at 7:44 Christmas morning.
Speaking of Antarctica, Wisconsin was not the snowbound, blizzards 24/7, air-so-cold-your-thoughts-freeze place I had expected. I blame my sister Stephanie, whose forecasts of White Christmas had me tingling the week before. Instead, I was greeted with just over par temperatures (that’s 33 to you), the ground a muddy, gravelly mixture of dirty snow and thawing ground. And flat.
I didn’t read Little House in the Big Woods, about winters so harsh the government eventually had to outlaw them, for nothing as a child. You can bet I demanded a recount, and quite stridently. The Supreme Court of Winter has seemingly spoken, however. The weekly forecast shows temps in the high thirties the rest of this week.
Gypped once again. I blame Bush (global warming son of a so-and-so).
Yes, I know gypped is politcally incorrect. Let’s move on.
Despite my red eyes prompted by both sickliness and the flight (having not slept at all), I still managed to enjoy Christmas with my sister and her family, including two very excited kids, though I sacked out early afternoon and dozed on the living room floor for a couple of hours, which caught me up until after the evening meal, after which I retired and slept a blessed twelve hours.
I have more to blog yet, including more observations from the airport, but that can wait. I stand to get a good nine hours in tonight, and hopefully by tomorrow morning I will be feeling better.
Merry Christmas, in case you didn’t hear.

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Antarctica, Smantarctica