MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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"The phrase 'It was a dark and stormy night,' made famous by comic strip artist Charles M. Schulz, was originally penned by Victorian novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton as the beginning of his 1830 novel, Paul Clifford.
The phrase itself is now understood as a signifier of a certain broad style of writing, characterized by a self-serious attempt at dramatic flair, the imitation of formulaic styles, an extravagantly florid style, redundancies, and run-on sentences.
Bulwer-Lytton's original opening sentence serves as an example:
'It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
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It was a dark and stormy night, and the chicken was all aflutter with glee, as she thought to herself, "oy! this is gonna be gooooooood...."
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 1:38am
Excellent start, Bwak, and thank you for taking the Bulwer by the horns, but as you know, your sentence was way too succinct for a composition that must contain: ".... a self-serious attempt at dramatic flair, the imitation of formulaic styles, an extravagantly florid style, redundancies, and run-on......" so, more please; as artists/designer/writers, this is our one venue for "more is more" rather than "less is more."
(Was my reply long enough? Oh, I forgot to begin with "It was a dark and stormy night...." ;-)
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 1:44am
It was late and the street lights were reflecting off the wet streets like the face of a girl he once knew in the mirrors of a cheap Coney Island fun house, not the lovely brunet he made love to in the back of his DeSoto but the rather homely red head who was the schools prize field hockey goalie and the city air was nearly as choking as her cheap perfume.
C
by cmaukonen (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 1:49am
Example:
It was a dark and stormy night, for Charleston -- the city shut down, voluntarily, hours in advance of the two to four inches of accumulation expected, where not only schools but also offices and retail establishments were promptly closed and shuttered, their lights set to "Emergency" backup -- the delicious drama unfolding, then, only behind closed residential doors, as is Charleston's wont, a city in which precious little is forbidden, except as a matter of public display, which made the current weather something rather like the tourists who are regarded as something foreign, "from off."
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 1:57am
It was a dark and stormy night on the cafe site. All across the land, their fingers were frantically stabbing keyboards as they created their taut, tense text that quickly became posts as wild and windy as the night. (to be cont'd)
by Aunt Sam (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 1:58am
Sorry, C -- you posted yours while I was writing mine. Yours is a far better example. I'm already chortling over your DeSoto and, best of all " the rather homely red head who was the schools prize field hockey goalie and the city air was nearly as choking as her cheap perfume...
Ha! Your entry bodes well....
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:00am
Lovely, Aunt Sam, especially (to be cont'd) but, so that you are not disqualified for such a fine entry, please substitute semi-colon after ..."cafe site" where you currently placed a period. Run on, etc.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:02am
It was a dark and stormy night, one that met her mood as she laid back in her bed, her head feeling his hand between hair and pillow; tonight's the night for everything she'd he'd requested but she never tried, she thought, tonight's the night she'll show him once and for all she could, she would, match the floozy move for move, twist for twist, push for push, until her moans matched those of the wind, and her sex matched the rain in intensity if not volume.
Didn't know you were living in America's greatest dichotomy, Wendy. Stay warm and safe, and remember to keep the kindling dry. Also, I've been told marshmallows help spirits when the snow stacks up.
by msa3 (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:04am
msa3: As Urquart would say: "I could not possibly comment on that" (your content) except to say that your images are appropriately florid and such occasions warm the heart far better than a fire.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:10am
Thanks...I even came up with a better ending.
"It was late and the street lights were reflecting off the wet streets like the face of a girl he once knew in the mirrors of a cheap Coney island fun house, the the lovely brunette but rather homely red head who was the schools prize field hockey goaly and the city air hung as heavy as her uniform after a long practice session."
by cmaukonen (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:13am
Ha -- even better. Thanks!
Bwak??? Lay in, OK?
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:20am
It was a dark and stormy night; the Senate was in session, a filibuster was being conducted, torrents of words fell from tired lips unchecked except at occasional intervals when a request for a quorum call was heard and the hot air emitted gusted over the Internet agitating the scanty intellect of the bloggers and almost extinguishing the scanty flames of freedom as America struggled for her future.
by AJM (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:24am
It was a dark and stormy night as he awoke to find his pj’s drenched in some yellow liquid that he could not discern; there was a strange but familiar smell to the night and then he heard the boooooooooom; it was merely Thor swinging his mighty hammer upon the anvil of justice and yet…and yet he knew that today was the big day or a big day, a day that could change his nation forever was dawning as he awaited his Hispanic chamber maid and dropped his drawers as he donned his magic robe of a thousand colors that was not used to advise a mere Ruler but was to be used as an interpreter of things past and things yet to come to pass…
and yet, this once youthful and self-described speaker for freedom while a member of the republican shade of things, felt himself above the muck once he was appointed by the supreme Ronnie and yet, he felt a strange tugging from time to time like echos were attempted to catch his ears with the messages of things past, things lost and things imagined; and then he recalled something from his college days when he would crusade for the Crimson and drink all those nasty substances after finishing an examination and yet, he knew there was something more out there, something that he should be championing and then, it occurred to him as he washed the yellow substance from his limbs and he prepared for the single greatest day of his life when he would exclaim:
CORPORATIONS ARE PEOPLE TOO.
Kennedy, Kennedy,
Where on earth did you gooooooooooo
Kennedy, Kennedy,
God why don’t I know.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGNdvKvbxYQ
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:32am
Excelllent AJM! Points for "torrents of words fell from tired lips... and "...agitating the scanty intellect of the bloggers and almost extinguishing the scanty flames of freedom..."
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:47am
Fabulous, DD. I could just cite the whole sentence but, instead, will just admiring attention to "...it was merely Thor swinging his might hammer upon the anvil of justice..." and ".... and he prepared for the single greatest day of his life when he would exclaim: CORPORATIONS ARE PEOPLE TOO." Well done.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:53am
Just to cut the tension in here.... We're doing the Winter Olympics opening in Vancouver tonight. Some lovely bits, lots of national pride-puffing moments, a dysfunctional Olympic torch (ha!!) but the absolute highlight was kd lang doing "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen. To see our lesbian Prairie queen in a broad white man's suit, barefoot (she won't sing in shoes anymore) amidst the fake snow, singing the words of a womanizing Montreal anglophone Zen poet, and absolutely nailing it - summing up the nation better than anything else in the show - well... that ranks right up there with the best of Dark & Stormy!
Here's an earlier version of kd singing it, since the Olympic version isn't posted yet. At the Juno's.
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:55am
It was a dark and stormy night when the time traveler appeared in my hotel room weaving a twisting, turning disjointed tale of an odd, yet engaging love and as I struggled to make sense of it all, trying to determine if this was one of those lame movies I would ultimately think I'd wasted my evening on, or one in which I would find myself being pulled into the story, deeper and deeper...until, with tears pouring down my face, I realized that I had felt more deeply about these make believe strangers than I had felt about anything in many months and marveled at his ability to captivate me so.
by stillidealistic (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:01am
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night, the surf pound, pound, pounding, on the shore like a drunk and libidinous sailor, or ex-pat, or some other variant of the school of aloof poet-sorcerers: those too immersed in the fiction of themselves to come up for air, aire, aerie, like faeries, like somnombulasts, sleepwalking their way to a firmer, former, fantabulous extraventricular understanding of solamente, this: el corazon, el centro, the beginning and the end, (Alpha y Omega), from whence the, he, she, it, sprang in anticipation of grander, more symbiotic, sympathetic yearnings.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:39am
Awesome.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:45am
Well Cohen had to have loved this rendition. And I shall look forward to the specific Olympics version,
THank you Q
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:50am
I'm thinkin' the use of a semi-colon and a colonic-in-full might get this to the top of the heap pronto. ¿No?
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:00am
Whoops! That first full colon is a typo, and should have been a semi-whateveh...
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:03am
Lovely, Still, moving and metaphoric and... appropriately, more.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:09am
kd lang was superb, as one would expect. She is a rare talent, and what a performance!
As I noted on another thread, however, the climax of the show (the torch lighting - or not!) was quite entertaining. The extended musical interlude was unexpected, although I thought it might have been better received if they would have launched into something like "Tea for Two" with Gretzky dancing a soft-shoe. Now, THAT would have been entertainment!
by SleepinJeezus (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:20am
Major, major contender, Mh2o -- how can we resist an "aloof poet-sorcerer" who speaks alliteratively in syllables serially, in poesy? Breathing again, brought back to earth by "colonic-in-full." Self-correction on "semi-whatever" accepted, as you called it yourself. Top of the heap? Maybe; we'll see.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:20am
Libinous sailor...say what? I gotta give ya the Dayly Line of the Day Award for this here TPMCafe Site, given to all of you from all of me.
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:39am
Libinous whaaa? Tanks DD. ;)
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:47am
*snort*
He said "colon."
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:59am
Yah, the torch failure it made us all laugh pretty hard. 1st because it followed about the most direct bragging Canadians have ever done ("We're an experiment gone good!"), and thus, was instant confirmation of the view that Canadians must never get too big for their britches of God and Nature will strike them down... and, 2nd, Because British Columbians are such complete slackers and stoners (in the eyes of the rest of the country) that getting 3 out of the 4 torch arms erect constituted an historic success for them! ;-)
Odd ceremony though. Much more Native people presence than for the entire history (and existence) of the Eastern 2/3 of the country. Ahhh well, kd, Joni, Sarah, and a nice evening all in all. Plus Bobby Orr and Donald Sutherland and Gretzky and Steve Nash to light the flame and carry the flag!
THAT WAS BOBBY ORR, MAN! ;-)
Here's another kd from that album. Live version where Neil got sick and kd filled in. Helpless.
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:09am
I loved the poem. Canada IS an experiment gone good. (One needs to look no further than you, quinn, to know THIS is right!) It caused me to reflect on just what kind of a poem we in the U.S. would offer in such a circumstance. I'm sure that it would at least involve a Stealth Fighter flyover which, when you think of it, is really all you need to know about us.
I was really proud for Canada tonight. Congratulations!
by SleepinJeezus (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:24am
gawds Quinn, you nearly left out Both Sides Now, the best Joni Mitchell version ever, with the winsome circlelete maneuvering the psychedelic clouds and swirling Tara. And the dancing road warriors with fiddles in a kind of 7 Brides punk. Kitsch on tap. I loved it all. Who needs a fourth phallus, it was still hot. (I do believe Canadians exude the whole fire and ice thingy.) And who's calling my relatives stoners!
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:59am
It was a dark and stormy night following a dark and stormy day that was preceded by a week, no a month, nay, a full year of dark and stormy nights and days that become all the more stark and dreary as we ponder the last burst of the light of hope the night Obama was elected and we, blinded by the light, saw it swallowed up by the dreary progression of days that brought no progress, no progression of anything but the failure of our hopes and dreams so all encompassing that we were stifled, struck dumb and wordless, unable to voice the depth of our despair and left to watch horrified and silent as the one we hoped would bring change, changed himself into a mere shadow like ghost haunting the dark and stormy corridors of the white house and the congress with the other lost souls to produce, like some unholy birth, either laws that were twisted monstrosities of our once beautiful dreams or nothing at all, stillbirth.
by oceankat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:20am
It was a dark and stormy government where the populist bandwidth carried a heady tick-tock tick-tock in R Minor and the infamous wonk-weasels cruelly opted for a new rendition of perdition in the halls of a stalled state forcing pain and palienation to echo in a “How’s that winky smarmy thing working for ya?” kind of way, like a still life imagines the splatter of heavy red paint flicked athwart onto numerous blue suits sitting empty and treasoned inside corporate halls held together by columns of graft all covered in climate corruption and snowy silence that drifts thick against the walls of injustice; where lately the kookier option of minority mockinations do rise in a lower whelming cadence and the last thing we hear is the fiery invocation of an obstructionist funktion drenching plebeian hopes and sparing all change while hegemony stickits use a Romanclature rule to screw the fool all the way to the well of not being, again.
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:25am
Our son kept asking what sort of product they were all smokin'! The light shows put ours in the '60s to shame. KD was magnificent, but the suit? Dunno. Too bad Joni wouldn't do the gig in person; I love here new cigarettes-and-whiskey voice.
Did you know whe and the daughter she gave up for adoption at 17 have found each other? Another love story gone good. Her daughter is an artist.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 11:55am
Might as well 'fess up here; I thought KD's suit looked like she got it at Wayne Newton's yard sale.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 12:03pm
It was a snarky, Mel Torme night as big-eyed characters wandered the crushed velvet fog of the city, reeling from Scotch and Irish whiskeys, friends helping friends get bombed, but I was not yet ready to roast chestnuts by an open fire - no, not me - that was a picture no one really wanted to see, no one we really cared about, so I figured I owed us a little effort, false labor perhaps, but a sorta, kinda valentine for mi madre, my dear, dragon-headed mother.
by Donal (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 12:38pm
Oh ho ho
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 12:55pm
It was a dark and stormy night, not outside, but in her head, the recriminations, guilt and utter disbelief that she could be here was playing, over and over, like some warped and scratched up CD, these poisonous thoughts taking up space in a head far too cluttered with care and drudgery to have the wherewithal to formulate responses to the many issues that all needed addressing NOW, as for far too long her life was one big reaction to crisis after crisis: a sick child, an abusive spouse, a changing economy in which the harder and longer she worked, the less she earned, the less she had in the bank, and with these morose thoughts picking at her like fleas on a dog, she wandered into the kitchen and picked up the vodka bottle, poured a stiff drink and caught her reflection in the kitchen window, where she observed a wishy-washy, hollow-eyed reflection staring back at her with a deer-in-the-headlights look; she understood that her friends and relations had their own problems and crises, and that there was no help there-- no--none; more guilt washed over her as she also realized that she had no help to offer them--no--none, and she was so, so very weary of it all, the fear and helplessness like the day before, as she was calling her daughters name over and over, imploring her to come back from the nowhere that epileptics sometimes retreat to, fearing she wouldn't come back this time, wanting yet not quite able to give into that fear, having to be strong, not giving up as the storm raged, the tears fell and dried, she told herself to get over herself, she wasn't in Afghanistan, she had a daughter, a job, a good family, she was lucky, and these welcome thoughts struggled to be heard and understood over the storm raging in her head, she wondered how to hear and believe them, where to find that strength when she was so very weary, and the storm in her head went on raging....raging.
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 1:20pm
Wow, Oceankat -- there it is:
"...unable to voice the depth of our despair and left to watch horrified and silent as the one we hoped would bring change, changed himself into a mere shadow like ghost haunting the dark and stormy corridors of the white house.... "
Hauting imagery, indeed. And, major points for structure -- not a blip in your run of punctuation. Well done.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:12pm
It was a dark and stormy night, the seemingly endless night that only comes after our freedoms have been stolen for so long, and we are not longer the masters of our lives (excepting of course the One True Master, I’m speaking of God and Jesus, of course, we strive to serve in order to eradicate the Godless humanists among us who want to deny that this nation was founded as a Christian nation as our founders intended) and that would create Government as a false idol to be served instead and intrudes into our lives and limits our freedoms and our right to bear arms that we need for hunting and protection to protect our second amendment rights and to do the things that regular Americans like Joe the Plumber believe in; and we see now that the sun is about to rise again in America and we will be able to again assert our God-given rights to be accountable to ourselves without government interference and have the ten commandments posted in the schools again and that will help strengthen our moral fiber and allow us to become energy independent once again by drilling our oil that God so kindly bestowed upon us, and providing jobs, this is what America is all about, not what the Liberal Media would tell you it is, and not to serve a socialist President who would have us living like oppressed people under Stalin or even Hitler, and the sun is rising again, and if it looks like there is a call for me to serve as President of this great nation, I will do that because I have already taken a family poll of my husband and daughters and my wonderful son Tripp whom I did not abort even though I knew he had Downs’ Syndrome and our family can serve as a beacon to all good God-fearing Americans once again; and also because I said, ‘Thanks, but no thanks’ to money for a bridge in Alaska, (wink) and I know how to fight the entrenched interests in Washington.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:13pm
Strato -- all of it, each and every word. Ding, ding, ding! The stakes are raised and the challenge is on.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:15pm
And, the winner of the Sober "Dragon-headed Mother" Award goes to Donal.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:17pm
And also, Donal -- a "Mel Torme" sort of night? A descriptive phrase (that would lengthen your sentence) of WTH that means would be helpful.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:20pm
One of the crooner's nicknames, which he hated, was "The Velvet Fog."
by Donal (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:30pm
It was a dark and stormy night and the stockings were hung with extreme care, though the chimney had been repossessed by CitiBUNK, which left the TARPaulin a fragile support for the hopes of Little Nell, whose Curiosity was shopping for a word sufficiently satisfying enough for precocious antidisestablishmentarianists to occasion the opening of their mildewed lexicons, cursing, under their halitosis-laden breaths, Samuel Johnson who started this whole business by defining oats in a way complimentary to horses, but not so to the branch of the Celtic community migrating to the Old Sod; soddenly, after all, because it was a dark and stormy night, and the stockings....
by amike (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:30pm
'Those without libidos are doomed to believe in libinas.' --Justic Clarence Thomas, circa 1999
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:31pm
It was a dark and stormy night -- outside AND within; yet, it was followed, just hours later by a sunny, breezy morning in which the last of the too-quickly melting snow sparkled in its freshness on garden wall ledges, and from the lower, larger palmetto branches, and in the wee basins formed in the heart of camellia blossoms that were already providing a bathing pool for the small chickadees -- which, of course, made her think of her dear friend, the Cheekken, and others she care for, and she wished with all her heart that all those with noise within -- rackety, rambling, rising noise caused by grievous cares, unrelenting -- might experience an open window of the mind, however briefly, but one long enough to allow an ice-tinged freshness to sweep through, leaving tingling sweetening in its wake, permitting deeper breath and a sense that it will be well, because it must be well.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:34pm
And a hats off to Wendy Davis for courage in composition, plain-speaking points made to recall and remind us of who "we the people" really are: we are not spawn of the devil just because one of our most fervent beliefs is that of separation of church and state; nor are are we commie pinkos if we desire universal health care; nor are we hysterical hippies if we wish to protect what's left of our beautiful world and clean its air -- as our heirs deserve a place to breath, as our bears deserve a berth of ice on which to raise their cubs; and "Hopey/Changey" candidates merely make us sicken and despair that so few have read Oscar Wilde's Portrait of Dorian Gray, for there must be a version of it in Wasilla, carefully-covered, lest her true reflection be revealed.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:46pm
And the consummate word-wrangling award goes, so far, to AMike "CitiBUNK which left the TARPaulin a fragile support for the hopes of Little Nell...." with a special commendation for inclusion of "mildewed lexicons, Samuel Johnson, Old Sod and soddenly all in one sentence. No points for halitosis-laden, but no foul either.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:51pm
It, the meaning of which should become clearer in time, although we have so little time, and so little is clear, was, and perhaps still is, and may be once again, a, one of many multitudes throughout the aeons, dark, in the sense of not illuminated, but possibly also in the sense of spiritually gloomy, or poorly understood, but all that will become clearer, or less dark in time, if there is time, and, as if dark isn't bad enough, stormy, foul-weather-gear, rain-whipping-in-your-face sort of stormy, night.
by Donal (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:52pm
It was a dark and stormy night and Quinn, the florid attorney for the decrepit estate, all ready deep into his cups had missed his appointment for his full colonic causing him to sink deeper and deeper into an overwhelming depression which compounded his general dissatisfaction with an unhinged life spent like a piece of used jet-trash on a wind swept prairie blanketed in mind-numbing white that stretched forever onward into an infinity that doubled back upon itself, inexorably rolling the Great Wheel of his birth toward its' impending denouement, a release only to be attained after his full and painful recognition, like the protagonist in Kafka's prison melodrama, of the root problem confronting him this eve not fit for man nor beast: he was out of cigarettes and the corner store had closed 45 minutes ago.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:55pm
He was a dark and stormy knight, who, despite the gloom that usually confounds moonless surveillance in the wee hours of the morning, could easily be tracked by following the percussive rebounding of his armored form and echoed curses off the stone walls as he made his way through his castle halls without a candle or comely wench to lead the way. Many is the poor wretch who viewed (or, in some cases, heard), the unseemly gait and awkward angling of windmilling arms and thought to themselves (or to anyone who would listen to those thoughts) that this Prince was no warrior but a buffoon whose caricature of aristocracy was belied by the bubbling stream of profanity that no true gentleman would secrete. Alas, more than one under-estimator of the Prince's baleful wrath bobbed, face down, in the moat, gently bumping, now and then, against the swimmer who tread water, not as a part of some bizarre training regime, but in the hopes of uncovering the perfidious plans of the Prince of Darkness and his daughter, Princess Lynde, who were cast out of favor after the beheading of the King but view that as merely shortening for the biscuits they would soon bake for themselves. The swimmer, as he waited under the drawbridge to spy upon the Prince and his feithful Squires, thought that his predicament was an odd reversal of that line in Chekov's Three Sisters where the dead tree was kept from falling by the live ones surrounding it.......
by moat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 2:56pm
Yes, perhaps the alliteration was a tad Joycean at the expense of Bulwer-Lytton. I'll see if I can do better.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:06pm
And these were the knight's thoughts, because he was unaware of Undine, so close by, ready to do additional conjuring mischief, as the world was to her, merely a place for the befuddlement of others and her own enjoyment.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:09pm
Also loved the imagery of "fingers frantically stabbing keyboards..."
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:10pm
I've been trying to meet a nice Labina, but they don't seem to take me seriously. Perhaps I'm losing something in the translation...
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:11pm
She may have.
by Jon Wisby (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:15pm
HEH HEH
by Jon Wisby (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:17pm
No, no restraint, Mh2O -- the competition requires MORE flights of fancy, not less.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:21pm
Two Mel Torme references on TPM this morning, it is a very special day.
http://tpmcafe.talkingpointsmemo.com/talk/blogs/k/r/kris_broughton/2010/02/roasting-gop-chestnuts-by-an-o.php#comment-3790846
by Jon Wisby (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:24pm
Sorry I came in late!
It was a dark and stormy night: stormy, because the pulsing and forceful low pressure weather system continuously banged against the heaving, throbbing, bulbous, high pressure area coming in from the North -- and dark because it was after all, night; the offering of light from the moon and stars having been cut off by the thrashing clouds and rain as abruptly and rudely as when a 6 foot tall obese person with big hair, plops down in the seat in front of you at the cinema at the very second that the coming attractions are over.
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:31pm
ah yes, the paranoia, within the paranoia.
by moat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:33pm
It was just after noon on the sparkling day after a dark and stormy night when WW posted an "Out to lunch" notice on the competition board, leaving it up to competitors to decide in what sense she meant that -- was it merely a factual notification of a pause in the proceedings, or a commentary on state of mind? Note: the board remains open, just unattended, in either case.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:34pm
Well, I got one, and it looks just like hers!
Only mine is peach.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:36pm
Maybe DD has all the Labinas stashed in his apartment? Feeds 'em cheetos served on mirrors?
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:39pm
And reads Latin at 'em!
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:40pm
Is it really peach or is salmon?
by Jon Wisby (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:40pm
It was a stark and dormy night for the inhabitants of the Wellworne Home for Wayward Women who were tucked tightly into their narrow institutional cots, peacefully dreaming of pleasant pursuits, or so one would perceive at first glance, but beneath their well-washed thermal blankets furiously beat their female hearts; hearts filled with thoughts of revenge and retribution for tonight, ah yes, tonight, at half-past mid-night the trap had been laid, and as the matron finished her mid-night rounds, playing the light of her torch over their angelic, slumbering faces, the inhabitants of the Wellworne Home for Wayward Women waited for her footprints to recede whereupon they quietly rose from their cots and after a few hushed moments of movement while chemical-free filterless cigarettes were lit and beer caps were twisted and wine glasses were clinked, the women waited for the high-sign from the art appraiser who stood look-out at the window, chosen for the task because she could blend so well into the shadows; yes, they waited, all of them; LisB with her deceptively pert bows; the Red Hen, so nicknamed because she had laid so many, er, eggs; C'ville Dem, who could at times be anything but civil but was always good for a one-liner; Lefty Loosey, with her self-explanatory name; and The Staebler, otherwise known as WW, who might look like a lady with pearls around her neck, but would stab a diner in the gut with a silver butter knife for using the wrong spoon with their soup...yes, those wayward women, those and others waited for the high-sign for if their plan came to fruition they would finally learn the identity of their moonlight peeker, who, at half-past mid-night would stop outside their dormitory window and peer in through the glass, laughing maniacally while hoping to catch them in various poses of suggestiveness as they slept, only tonight would be a different story for earlier they had cast a net upon the ground beneath the window and when, at last, their mid-night visitor finally hit the mark, the art appraiser gave the high-sign, LisB poked the go button and the net captured the peeker, flinging him upwards to hang helplessly from a tree limb, sputtering obscenities and laughing, hahahahahaha, and as the women ran to the window to gaze upon their captive they all groaned collectively for, of course, they should have known all along that their peeker was none other than the notorious Dirty Dick O'Day.
by ~flowerchild~ (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:45pm
She was a dark and stormy woman. His kind of gal.
When he looked up from his club soda, he could see her staring at him from the end of the bar. She slid slowly off her stool, like a stuffed serpent leaving a robin's nest, and strolled down to where he was sitting. All cheekbones and lips, she seemed to swim through the half-light until the beautiful mask of her was just a few inches from his face. She put an unlit cigarette in her pouting mouth and her cool glare dared him to light it.
"I... I... don't smoke," he stammered, giggling as he shrugged.
In one fluid gesture she snapped the cigarette from her lips and flicked it in his face. The tobacco end jammed in his eye, and he could feel the acid nicotine sting his whipped-dog li'l househusband's pupil.
"Oweee, ow! Ow!" he whimpered, almost crying.
When he finally recovered his vision, she was gone, leaving a trail of perfume that smelled like lavender and ridicule.
by San Fernando Curt (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:46pm
Ha! C'Ville -- thanks for the injection of HUMOR, as well as appropriate floridity. Yes, please -- let's do laugh a little in this thread. Thanks.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:48pm
Just in case anyone is curious what the second sentence might be, or the third or the fourth, Paul Clifford is available online, free, courtesy of Project Gutenberg. I located it at ManyBooks, which I just discovered and am going to bookmark. Here's the dark and stormy URL: http://manybooks.net/titles/bulwerlyetext05b162w10.html
by amike (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 3:52pm
O.K., I'm hooked. Not by the text, which I haven't started to read yet, but by the poem which serves as introduction to the first chapter. George Crabbe--I think I had heard of him. I may have even read some of him, under the lash one my earnest lit teachers. But somehow the selection, from The Village Book I, strikes a chord with me. I wonder if it does with anyone else?
I don't have to work hard to meditate on these few lines.
by amike (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:19pm
The Strato rocks........
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:26pm
Holy cow. Bwak is this is so dark and beautiful. I am afeard for you when you speak like this, but I see truth and acknowledgment.
Really nice prose.
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:30pm
mee tooooooo
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:31pm
That's good... and you almost had me. Except.... I QUIT SMOKING YOU PORKY LIL FELLER YOU! Since last April, baby! Ha!
Though... if you ARE going by the store... maybe you could pick up....
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:35pm
This aint late CVille. THIS HAS JUST BEGUN. This will go on well into tomorrow when it is officially off the charts and no one will care, they will just wander into it.
Belle got something like 300 comments last time.
She hears this voice:
BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME.
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:35pm
Hey all! I loved that part as well, with the wheat fields and the WO Mitchell "Who has seen the wind" thing happening. The whole evening made me laugh actually, like they banished the official version of history from the room and just went with what interested them. And so Eastern Canada just... disappeared! Makes me giggle. The ONLY reference to where I'm from, for instance, were the punk fiddlers, which culminated in Ashley MacIsaac's mad dance and fiddle session. Now Ashley's certifiable, right? As in MENTAL. For real. Total genius, but flaming gay, and he repeatedly loses it on-stage. I donno if Americans know him, but every Canadian would have. So even to SEE Ashley in the show was totally shocking. He's just as likely to have mooned the "3 billion viewers" or taken out his moneymaker to give it a shake.
As for kd's outfit, well, same kinda thing. She's been deliberately going for a more.... "traditionally male" look, I think we might say. But fundamentally doesn't give a shit. Thus, the bare feet. but what it meant was two of the more prominent players in the evening weren't just gay, but blazingly so.
Beyond the music, it interested me to see how Canada is coming to grips with itself. It truly has been interesting, watching as an entire country MAKES UP who or what it is. People here really don't even know yet. But year on year, it takes shape. And now.... the pride is starting to flow. That it is an experiment... that works. Multi-culturalism, at least here, a place for all, a refuge for all, works. And the other great obvious thing is the sheer impact of the LAND on Canadians. I had thought it would fade, as we became more urban. But it actually dominated the ceremonies last night. The SIZE. And the way Canadians feel a bit like little lonely wanderers in this place.
Anyhoo.... I'm interrupting a Dark & Stormy, but nice to chat!
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:49pm
Strato's a god on this stuff. Palienation - 5 points.
And special award for using athwart. I've only ever heard it used in porn before. ;-)
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:52pm
Nice!
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 4:55pm
I started laughing at Wellworne Home for Wayward Women... and when you hit Dirty Dick O'Day.... well, maximum points!
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:00pm
I particularly liked "lower whelming" and "hegemony stickits" which reminded me of this.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:14pm
It was a stark and mormy blight , and the momraths befuzzled n rebraggled, far from rebularizing their maloomyways glantered around the rooms, the glooms befraying their falevolence, which no amoont of recorum could congeal from even the most mauve onblockers, too crustooped to ken any butter, rabber than to fash the ool to grool an meccessarie broth, er bruthel if mamories surve me, racollections being mustily inflooized by mane roorient yult, whun stings wart summplar n naids wooly reclized in draims n drams.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:32pm
yer rite...salmon.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:42pm
I like Captain Canada, too, Jeezus. The lofty rhetoric on the PSAs with him are astounding. Bad uniform, but grand rhetoric we can believe in.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:44pm
Wow, kudos for getting that past spell-check.
=D
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:51pm
It looks OK to me.
by Donal (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 5:55pm
You aren't a spell-check. Mine says if I republish that paragraph it will shut my machine down in protest.
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:01pm
Thanks man. It's just the street lingo where I'm hangin these days. ;)
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:03pm
It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night no timid, weak-kneed or lily-livered soul would care nor dare to be out in, let alone inside in, unless not alone and with plenty of candles and a cheerful fire (and perhaps some cheery music – although if candles are necessary I suppose iPods are out of the question so mayhap it's a simple stringed orchestra of perhaps two violins and a cello played by a fellow who likes waltzes more than dirges when one feels the urges to hear cheery music, as it were) – but I digress, perhaps in fear of what's to come upon this dark and most treacherous of nights, filled with fright, and so I carry on with my tale of terror in hopes that it, like this night, will finally reach its end; ah friends, you've all lived a night such as this, I am sure; your faithful narrator could not, would not be alone in this, of all things, could she? would she? – but then, only she knows what shadows lurk in the hearts of all men, including the metal and hollow but ever-ticking heart of one who would be so daring as to creep – nay, slither! – amongst the flowerbeds that surround and adorn the three-story brick house at One Observatory Circle this night, searching for the doors to his beloved bunker, that underground lab that is at once both his haven and his hell, his sorely missed sanctuary that is no longer his, but alas, now belongs to a man named Joseph Biden, who happily gives tours to friends for free, and with glee.
by LisB (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:03pm
Yous yousing Mac/firefox?
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:04pm
Mac/Safari, and I've been stung by those squiggly red lines so often, that I'm quite sure they would have won, if a weaker person than you, dear peegalito, had posted such a brave newish wold.
(ouch!)
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:09pm
Well, I'm using Mac/FF, so perhaps therein lies the duforance... :)
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:13pm
Yes, what he said, about healthcare reform obstruction.
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:30pm
.....Especially when the visitors behold the room stuffed to the ceilings with outdated Depends-brand undergarments.
Biden wants to get it put on the Register of Historic Places.
=D
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:33pm
Actually I am. Bad spelling just jumps out at me.
by Donal (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 6:56pm
It was a dark and stormy night and the sojourner sat alone in the throng of pilgrims and even though on the same trail as the trekkers, the same journey as the junkies, the same search as the seekers, he had at last reached, if nothing else, a conclusion. He realized that he was wandering with the wondering and the dundering, the do-gooders and the dog-goner's, the begrudged and the becrutched, the spangled and the bangled, and they were all getting nowhere and they were all getting cold, and they were all getting wet. It seemed kind of dumb.
Lightning flashed like the synapses of a waking God, the flashes getting stronger and closer together, the wind howled when it wasn't moaning, and and the thunder made the Earth shake like his faithful companion did when in the thrall of a doggy dream. The sojourner decided that he would pray and it would be for the very last time in his life. He would give up seeking, give up expectation, and give up the quest for Divine guidance.
He walked to an open spot in a field and knelt down and, just as his hands came together, was struck by lightning. A bolt from the black, so to speak, that left his ears with the glow of St. Elmo's fire and eyes seeing colors he had not imagined even after five hits of purple haze. As his eyes began to somewhat focus he saw before him an ethereal shape that he knew was God. Like in a vivid dream he knew what had not yet been revealed, and that was that he got to ask one question, and so he did.
"Where will it all end?'
' The sojourner wondered from that day on how even God could keep a straight face when he answered, "Branson".
by A Guy Called Lulu (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 7:32pm
Well, let's all hoist our glasses to Can-adia!
It was a grand ceremony, and thanks for interpreting some of it for us, Quinn-sicle.
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 7:48pm
I so loved the face off of homophobia. The old evangies here explaining the barefooted lady in the white suit and Elvis hair singing heavenly Halleluiahs. I LOVED HER! I didn’t know about Ashley MacIsaac before last night, but even a moon would have shined. OH CANADA!!! may be supra-experimental, but it beats certitude. Plus avant, New Luna. More, please. We got a parallax view - the nearer the star, the bigger the shift -- hope, hope, change, change…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNE0mmEe3P8
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 7:53pm
Okay, okay, but there's some splainin to do. I was working under cover as a protector...a look out. Bwak and LisB paid me with fine Irish Whiskey....
I have to recede now into the mist so that I might get my story straight.
THE VOICES, THE VOICES. HAHAHA
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 7:59pm
Ah, Flower -- the bar is raised, yet again, raised by the returning dark and stormy night champion -- higher, then, than even the netted peeker, now exposed, although not -- so far as we can see -- and we are looking -- in an unseemly kind of way; nay, the "Johnson" honor is currently held by AMike, whose references to sodding are, of course, academic.... but hark -- what is that rustling in the trees, and what voices whisper among themselves; are there, below, those who would free their comrad, long before the clock chimes and cock crows?
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:12pm
Absolutely wonderful and evocative content , Curt... but Bzzzzt -- the construct is one absurdly long, run-on sentence, offering the author the full range of punctuation; please re-punctuate, and repost, to garner full credit for worthy entry.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:20pm
That was turly brillig!
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:24pm
AMike:
what you have cited reminds me of this article about the fate of writers and poets in Peru and, in particular, the neglect by the powers that be in Peru of Alejandro Romualdo Valle:
""The shocking loneliness in which Alejandro Romualdo Valle has died, raises meditations in me about the relationship between Peruvian society and its culture, and, above all, between the state and culture..."in Peru not even narrative writers can live off their words, we conclude that the poetic vocation is designed to be worn on the forehead as an opposed mark of Cain: it doesn't promise immortality, but a cold kiss of a bad and insecure death."
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:35pm
Sorry, forgot the link:
http://peruanista.blogspot.com/2008/06/peruvian-poets-die-alone-and-poor-as.html
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:39pm
Wordsmithing music, Mh2o -- superb and a real challenge to Strato...
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:42pm
...but if he can't, perhaps he can donate it to the Ripley's museum on the Boardwalk.
by LisB (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:45pm
Superb imagery, LisB and a laudable sentence, in any case, for length, clarity within floridity, etc. Reminds me of a project I did at the State Department, when our photography crew was ordered "out," temporarily, because a not-to-be-named SoS wished to entertain his mistress in the Diplomatic Reception rooms.... another gov'mint building, subverted, though for a far lesser crime than those perpetrated by our former VP, at One Observatory Circle.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:49pm
WOW. Lulu, your entry is both inspired and inspiring. I am dumbstruck by your eloquence in describing humanist, and wryly humorist, ephiphany.
Thank you.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 8:56pm
Thankee
by amike (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:09pm
That was way too well written for a Bulwer-Lytton word-off Lulu.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:21pm
It was a dark and stormy night, and the chalet walls heaved and sighed like the bosoms of those ladies in the late-night cable movies, but I digress, since here there was no cable, and frankly I had better things to do, as guided by my dashboard lights I followed my favorite writers wring a tear, sing a song, tell a story so well wrought, weave a thread so finely throught, the world hasn't seen its like since that last oh so dark and stormy night...
Thanks friends, truly a pleasure to read!
by Obey (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:26pm
Can you explain 'Branson'?
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:27pm
The night, or the night after -- stormy or otherwise -- would not be complete without you, OBey -- you, whose sense of balance gives us hope of a world in which that which is cerebral is balanced by heart, that which is harsh is balanced by unexpected but gratefully perceived soft perception, and that which is florid is balanced by spare, succinct essence. (How florid, effusive can I be? But I mean it.)
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:36pm
Many have tried to explain Branson, but I think it's best to just go to the source.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:38pm
Wendy, I don't envy your job of choosing a winner. I have at least 6 in mind that are deserving. Perhaps you could divide them into categories. What a field of entries!
I do have one suggestion, however:
I think a special award should go to TPM contributors for not having one single post that put anyone else's down; not one single "fly in the ointment!" Bravo to all for that!
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:46pm
C'Ville: it would be an honor if you were to accept the designation of fellow jurist. Post your choices here, or, if shy of that, email me, please, so that we can discuss.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 9:54pm
You know it was late when I wrote this quip and I miss one goddamnable letter...hahahahah
Labinus sounds like some category of desks on one of those antique shows.
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 10:14pm
I agree. Of course I am usually the coward. Until someone goes ad personam on a woman.
We do not all have to agree on framing issues. But damn. I take jokes pretty well I guess and I know who I can attack tongue in cheek most of the time.
I mean Miguel's feet do stink to high heaven and Q needs to redo his meds...but just the same....
Yes I just told Belle her post infused energy here and there was no poison ivy.
So I must Award Wendy Staebler the Dayly Blog of the Day Award for this here TPMCafe Site, given to all of her from a bunch of us. ha!!
Don't get to put it that way too often.
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 10:20pm
According to DD, this thread has another day to go. So hard, so hard! Some of the best ones didn't follow the run-on-sentence rule, and yet they are so clever and sublime, they deserve big awards! Sheesh!
This is why I never agreed to be a stroke-and-turn judge when my children were swimming in meets. You had to DQ (disqualify) some sweet little 7 year-old who kicked the wrong way one time while doing the back-stroke, made it to the finish line; and then watch the proud smile melt off of his face as he discovered his mistake -- talk about dark and stormy nights! I just didn't have it in me, so I held the stopwatch and, using the index finger (never the thumb), clocked the little angels once they touched the wall - purely objective!
In answer, then I must say I am constitutionally unable to judge; I am even going to say that Flowerchild's entry is way up at the top for me even though she mentions me in an embarrassingly negative light!
So, Wendy, I have to say "Right back At Ya!" I think you will be better at this than anyone else, and so I respectfully, and though with full gratitude at the compliment and honor you have paid me -- decline to co-judge.
All that said, I do realize that TPMer's aren't 7 year-olds, but I loved so many of these posts, I just can't pick a number one!
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 10:29pm
As she sat staring at the scanning monitor the way she had thousands of times before Tristan knew that this trip would end like all the others, with very little to show but light years of wasted searching for a planetoid the most likely did not exist not unlike
the years before joining the cosmos patrol where she kept looking to the perfect someone to share her life with in the those empty little grottoes in the sleazier parts of town that were the haunts of burned out astronauts who were just as empty and devoid of life
as the are of space she was now traversing.
C
by cmaukonen (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 10:56pm
Dram that was Gud!
I've nevur met a befuzzled momrath
whose mamories surv'd!
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 10:57pm
Lower whelming. I missed that. Think about it.
Strato always is making up these new words. But they seem to fit.
by dickday (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 11:15pm
Aw, C'ville, I'm sorry if it was embarrassing for you, that was not my intent, nor was any negativity. I always, always, always stop to read your comments in any thread I'm following because I value what you have to say and I admire your fire. And your one-liners crack me up!
I'm glad I checked back in so I had the opportunity to apologize, C'ville.
And also, too, I wish to disqualify myself, please. I only showed up for the fun! Not any kudos. I do not envy anyone the task of choosing top honor. I would be hard pressed to choose between Strato's juicy, delicious word sammich or Bwak's deeply beautiful lament, the two that stand out for me amid all of these most excellent entries.
by ~flowerchild~ (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 11:30pm
Miguel's feet stink? Maybe it is because peegs aren't supposed to wear sneakers! I gotta say, that musky scent is a major turn-on when it comes from Miguel!!!
But Q's meds? I don't know -- he seems relatively well-controlled at the moment, although his combover is starting to show as it is slightly visible near his esophageal tubes. (Hasn't interfered with his sense of humor, which is MY standard of excellence)
[Just between you and me -- so no one else should read this except DickDay -- WHEW! glad we have some privacy here, DD -- I think Quinn might be smokin' an occasional joint]
OK! Back to the public blog -- yeah! Quinn is just the funniest so and so, and like you he can write about it! I am still remembering that time in church. Actually, I have a much smaller, and less amusing experience like that. Probably why I can't forget Quinn's tale.
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 11:33pm
Forbicause at hand there live free connoisseurs
of chaliced light unfound and textsong ringing…
methinks a practic’d wreferee thee woo, to wit, to wait
thot Quinn clearly win'd by the winging.
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 11:51pm
It was a dark and stormy night in xxxx, and the only remaining news station: Fox, reported that we have a new President: Sarah Palin; in defiance of the 46 states deny that she won their electoral votes -- however since Fox News is the only station that continues to broadcast (and is after all, the final arbiter--making the government, essentially moot), the election has been called in her favor; she immediately called for nukular wars on Iran, Canada, and Hawaii (the latter for obvious reasons); elimination of taxes on all those who make more than $250,000 annually, and a repeal of the estate...er...death tax, which will ultimately make the middle class responsible for all funding for our country, but will also free up those who are lower class from the burden of eating, and clothing their young, since that will no long be possible -- however, those who (not in her cabinet, but who did go to college) acknowledge that even the wealthiest cannot continue to be wealthy if those below them are dead; began to wonder if Henry Ford didn't have the right idea when he made cars that his factory workers could afford; however all this was lost on Sarah and Todd (her one advisor), both of whom balked at the idea of anyone knowing what was going into her personal bank account (ever since she attempted to annex Fort Knox to become a part of Wasilla), and also to make sure that even if her children didn't get educated, they would always know that sex is for marriage (with some exceptions -- like Sarah and Todd, and Bristol and Levi, and whoever is next).
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sat, 02/13/2010 - 11:59pm
It was a truly dark and stormy night in Haiti, and hundreds of thousands begged their masters for tents, being completely aware that the rains had now comw and that hurricane season was on the way...but the People in Charge advised them that there is not room enough for tents, since a tent occupoes a larger footprint than a Tarp; a tarp; a piece of waterproofed fabric that might sound secure, but isn't' that can't be pitched without wood for poles, the barren island having been stripped of trees for short-term desperate economic gain already; but the UN aid officials having coupled with what is left of a government in this long fucked-over former island paradise , have decided that the people need to wait for slightly more permanent shelters of metal and wood, some three years in the offing; but many, shivering with fever and hunger and fear and wet and cold don't understand why the humongous and ungodly amounts of money donated by phone to various organizations can't be spent to provide some relief right now,'oh, they say, we still believe in a god of goodness, and in people who cared, but right now we are suffering and sick and wet, and our children are suffering, and Nancy Pelosi has arrived, but says she can't tell the UN and the Haitians what to do and it is so hard to keep the faith and the hope alive; the songs aren't as easily coming to our lips; they sound more like dirges as we comtemplate the coming months and years' and please, can we have tents for privacy and to keep dry in; the mud is so hard, and the tarps really just flatten in the wind and rain...'
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:01am
http://www.wate.com/Global/story.asp?S=11979619
(AP story by Jonathan Katz)
by wendy davis (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:04am
Hey, this whole thing was for fun, but yours was excellent, which was my point. It's always useful to see how I am perceived, and the last thing I want to be is uncivil, and so am glad for feedback.
So, moving on -- your dark and stormy night was
a. Clever
b. Full of alliteration (extra points!)
c. Topical -- in that you mentioned several TPM'ers
d. Literary
e. Did I mention clever?
No apology needed -- and I DENY your DISQUALIFICATION! Why? Because it was all in fun to start with, and your entry was GREAT!
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:12am
Oh, Wendy -- how many more dark and stormy nights will there be in Haiti? I don't think they are anywhere near over.
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:20am
Do we get to vote???????
That was GREAT chicken! Just wish it didn't have such a ring of truth to it... :-(
by stillidealistic (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:25am
It was a dark and not at all stormy night, this night -- in Haiti -- yet the daily/nightly onslaught on each person, adult and child -- the ebb and flow of endurance by day and exhaustion by night, the tropical depression of increasing hopelessness, the relentless waves of assaults against personal dignity, and the neap tide of belief in good all in all, all together, day after day, night after night, constitutes the perfect tsunami storm -- no matter not yet recognized on radar, not chattered about on radio, not documented on a 24-hour news cycle long-since turned to more immediate concerns; what is more immediate than the quiet desperation of our fellow man -- beyond anger, beyond demonstration, beyond imagining?
Thank you all for participating in the 2010 Dark and Stormy Night.
There was humor but -- this year, appropriately, it was dark.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:47am
It was a dark and stormy night, something you'd have known if you'd actually READ my original blog, not as though that'd be important to you, a Boomer, as you all skim through life with everything provided FOR you by a Generation far Greater than yourselves, skimming because you wouldn't want to stress your aging eyes, obese as you are, from sucking down corn syrup and fighting your endless culture wars, now gliding along on your Self-Absorbed Fat Luge, refusing to take responsibility for having destroyed my pension, or for holding me back in Grade 3, and then Grade 9, and then Grade 7 again, or for killing my entrepreneurial start-up, "Fish 'N Cheetos," I mean, come ON, that one was a lock, a guaranteed moneymaker and worldchanger, until you mocking oldsters arrived, I saw you out there, I SAW you, standing and snickering, obviously one of those tens of millions of Americans aged 43-60, and naturally, that my business collapsing triggered my condition, the AOAA, oh STOP pretending you don't know what it is, Adult Onset Ass Acne is just one of the many diseases your generation has managed to inflict on all of us who came after, and then I couldn't get it up, so my girlfriend left me, she was just 37, and I'd decorated the basement special for her, and she comes home and announces she's going out with another guy, a BOOMER, assistant manager at Catfish Hut, and naturally, he's a Democrat.
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 12:51am
Thank you, Quinn, for your not-a-minute-too-soon entry in which you demonstrate -- as you have so many times in the past -- that fundamental strength lies, beyond all reason and apparent hopelessness, in savage satire that causes us, in relief, to laugh, out loud.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 1:08am
Good night, Wendy S. Thanks for such a great blog.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWqQ9uwqQxk
by ~flowerchild~ (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 3:00am
Amen to dat. Truly a remarkable sentence and sentiment Bwak.
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 5:03am
"The heart of an author is the mirror of his age. The shadow of the sun is cast on the still surface of literature long before the light penetrates to law; but it is ever from the sun that the shadow falls, and the moment we see the shadow we may be certain of the light."
(Paul Clifford, page 2
by Edward Bulwer-Lytton)
by stratofrog (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 6:14am
Well then let there be light.
by LisB (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 6:17am
Comic strip
There are no horses available so the King is going to send his trusted envoy out on a dog. But the only dog is a poor specimen prompting the King's famous utterance
by flavius (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 1:06pm
ah ha.
That would explain why the Prince had to call for his "Scooter"
by moat (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 2:58pm
To paraphrase Captain Jack Sparrow, obviously you have never been to Branson.
by Jon Wisby (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 6:59pm
I knew Branson, Branson was a friend of mine, and you jonnie, are no Branson.
ahahahah
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:05pm
You know, off subject a little bit, but Joseph Biden has represented to me what America is all about for forty some years. I love this man.
Sweet words again LisB.
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:10pm
And they asked Tristan, they said:
Tristan, where is god's name is she?
And Tristan responded with aplomb unabashedly:
ISOLDER
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:15pm
Wendy I have this problem...I mean every time I flush...
Do you have this plumber's number handy?
Great rant Wendy!!
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:25pm
Oceancat gets a real emotional thread going here. Hell, blog it later on.
But there are happier things that have occurred. Hell I saw a war criminal on the telly today, and yet he is out of power...
Things are better.
We hope they get much better.
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:27pm
Dark& Stormy 2010, now over. Please submit your recommendations for winners; thanks.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:32pm
Damn Moat. Geeeeeez, catch LarryH today.
wow
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:33pm
You pegged me, I'm more of a Gatlinburg.
by Jon Wisby (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:36pm
See, Q never liked punctuation anyway. hahahahaha
FISH AND CHEETOS. AHHAAHAHAHAH
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:38pm
Like Flower, I am too embarrassed. But what about seven eight categories, Belle.
I was roused by something Q said early last year I think and I just started giving these awards out.
One time I had just given some award and TheraP yells at me from another blog (metaphorically of course)
Hey Dick, how about giving ............ a knightly award.
There is prose, and poetry, and sentiment, and loss, and victory and just plain wonderfulness.
Belle, my vote is to give out awards in five or ten categories and link the original and tell everybody they can try out again.
I offer this as a peasant.
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:42pm
LisB, and Lulu, and Flowerchild, and moat, and Stratofrog, and cmaukonen, and Donal, and Dickon, and you ma'am, and Oceankat, and aMike, and Aunt Sam, and C'Ville, and Miguel, and Obey, and Wendy, and Quinn, and Stillidealistic, and SFCurt, and AJM, and um, msa, of course.
I hope that is helpful.
=D
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:43pm
Or - with slight modifications - LisQUINNB, and LuluQUINN, and FlowerQUINN, and moQUINN, and StratoQUINN, and cQUINN, and DonQUINN, and QUINNDickQUINN, and youQUINNma'am, and OceanQUINN, and aQUINN, and AuntQUINN, and C'QUINN, and Miguel von QUINNENHAMMER, and ObeyQUINNKenobi, and WendyQUINN, and Quinn, and StilliQUINN, and SFCurt?No Way. Just NFW. Should be Quinn., and AQJUIMNN, and um, msaQUINN, of course.
They're my votes.
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 7:56pm
OIC.
well, how much are you paying for votes?
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 8:02pm
Thanks DD, Bwak and Quinn for your award suggestions. And, btw, Quinn -- congratulations for, this year, not offering bribe money. (You choose the reason it didn't work for you last year: a) this competition is run on an honor system; or, b) it wasn't enough) ;-)
I'm working on a list now and checking it twice. Thank you, all of you, for playing.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 8:10pm
All the Cheetos you can eat.
Don't mind the fishy aftertaste. They're a bit old.
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 8:21pm
hmmm, well I do like Cheetoes, in moderation.
Okay, I vote for Quinn, and all the others I mentioned.
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 8:27pm
) The "Guy Noir" Award: CMaukonen, San Francisco Curt, msa3 and StillIdealistic
2) The James Joyce Award: Stratofrog and Mighelito2
3) The Laughing so Hard it Hurts Award: Flowerchild, Quinn Esq and C'Ville Dem
4) The Dick Cheney's Whereabouts Award: LisB and Moat
5) The PalinDrone Award: C'Ville Dem
6) The Alliteration Award: Stratofrog, Miguelito2 and Aunt Sam
7) The Passion Play Award: DikkDay
8) The Scales of Justice Award: Wendy Davis
9) The Poignancy/Elegance of Phrase Award: Bwak, LuluStrauss and OceanKat
10) The Wordplay Award to: AMike
11) The Mel Torme Dragon Award: Donal
12) The Thanks-for-Stopping-By Award: Sleepin'Jesus and Obey
Still need the correct recognition of AJM and Flavius, and quite possibly some adjustment of awards assigned. All opinions appreciated; voice there here, now.
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:09pm
DAMMMMMMMN YOUUUUUUUU FLOWERCHILD!!!!!
*shakes fist at heavens*
;-)
by quinn esq (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:15pm
Whoo Hoo! Lulu and Oceankat, such stimulating company.
This rawks.
(waddles off clutching award)
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:19pm
WW, the AWARD WINNING AUTHOR, formerly known as lulu, thanks you. Seriously. And thanks to all who contributed. It was some good stuff.
by A Guy Called Lulu (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:20pm
Yea, that put a little strut in my glide too.
by A Guy Called Lulu (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:22pm
Not interrupting, but enhancing. Thanks, Q, for sharing Canada's moment. (remind me to s'plain with a truly funny Charleston anecdote in which a local philanthropist went down in flames, if history, for adjuring: "Mrs. Ho, Mrs. Ho -- it's your moment....")
by wwstaebler (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:27pm
THIS IS GREAT, JUST GREAT!!
by dickday (not verified) on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 11:31pm
I'm down here Mr. Esq.
by ~flowerchild~ (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 12:17am
happy happy. (sorry I'm late, it's my b-day)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And especially, thank you to the Greatest
Wendy Staebler
for
.........THE INSPIRATION.........
:~)
by stratofrog (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 1:24am
Happy Birthday!
=D
and ditto regarding Ms. Staebler.
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 1:26am
Happy Birfday, Stratofrog!
by ~flowerchild~ (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 1:33am
"Such stimulating company" - True dat, for all who played. It's one of those "competitions" where just playing the game is it's own reward, (then again, there's all that cash Quinn was shoveling out to buy votes he would have gotten irregardless). :)
by miguelitoh2o (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 1:35am
=D
by Bwakfat (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 1:51am
Thanks Bwak! Sweet valentines to you.
by stratofrog (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 2:00am
Thanks Flower!
Congrats on the Heavenly Quinn Award too.
hahahhaha. That one is a keeper.
All these writers just make me happy.
by stratofrog (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 2:05am
Award for best comeback on the post. I'm still laughing.
by A Guy Called Lulu (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 2:38am
DOUBBBBBBBBBBBLE DAMMMMMMMN YOUUUUUUUU, TREACHEROUS FLOWERCHILD!!!!!
*shakes fist at heavens*
Ha. Gotcha.
by quinn esq (not verified) on Mon, 02/15/2010 - 3:53am
Great fun, Wendy -- and great results! I congratulate your courage in awarding the...er....awards, especially mine, which was many more millions of dollars than I was expecting -- oh! But I will donate it to the Evan Bayh "I really don't love Republicans, but I have to support them anyway" PAC...that is unless we find someone who can win in Indiana and who believes in the common good.
What an honor! I will definitely donate all my speaking fees to "the Cause."
Thank you. Thank you very much. Elvis has left the building...
by CVille Dem (not verified) on Tue, 02/16/2010 - 1:37am
Thank you, Wendy! Last year I was too skert to even try. This year I realized that even if I fell on my face, it was in front of friends and the humiliation wouldn't hurt too bad or last too long.
My first writing award....who knows where this might lead! Ha!
by stillidealistic (not verified) on Tue, 02/16/2010 - 2:03am