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I'm off to the Big Apple today, for a seminar on dealing with the Google (slogan: "Be Evil. Be Very Evil") rights theft scam. More on that later.Meanwhile, the other night I wrote a fragment of prose in my sleep. Nothing large enough to save for later use. It goes as follows:
It began with a rumbling in Arthur's desert bowl. He leaned forward in bemused wonder. The Jello rippled alarmingly, to the edge of the bowl and back. Then, abruptly, it bulged upward . . . and a woman's arm erupted up and out!
In the the hand was a sword.
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4 comments:
Michael,
were you in conversation with the ghost of Douglas Adams?
or is it just that the name Arthur is now a two-edged sword?
Good lord, did Douglas Adams use that joke? Have I been plagiarizing in my sleep?
The National Lampoon used that joke once on their cover: an arm clutching a sword emerging from a sink full of dirty dishes. Which joke was rather spoiled by the fact that the art director had never heard of the Lady of the Lake, and used a male arm.
That is absurdly awesome. I can only hope for an equally absurdly awesome fleshed (or Jello-ed) out story to follow.
If you make a story out of this, I'll be very disappointed if Mordred isn't the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man.
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