Saturday, July 4, 2009
Name That Whirl Post
This is your big chance to do some good in the world — and though you may wish to crochet a special costume to wear, either while doing the good or simply during the preparatory reflection phase, such gay theatricals are not necessary and may actually result in you being locked in a cave with an ogre.
Or something like that.
I’m off on my merry hols in a couple of weeks (on which, more later), but thanks to the spate of phenomenally hot weather recently, I’ve been less inclined (no pun intended) to flop my backside in my writing chair and do that quartered octopus thing with my arms that results in onscreen text via the keyboard interface in a terribly inspired way. Without help, I’m destined to write the literary equivalent of prunes and custard before I go away — a fate which fills me with all the horror you’d expect for a man whose past...no...no...I won’t go there. Prunes. Aaaaack.
So — let me have your would-be Whirl post titles and I’ll honour the one I consider the best/most fun/rudest/easiest/whatever.
Leave your post titles in the comments trail and I’ll choose from what I find sometime round noon GMT Thursday with a view to posting over the weekend. Multiple entries are positively encouraged.
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18 comments:
"Flatulence, it's a gas, man," is the only post title that I can think of worthy of your talents, Whirl.
By the by, getting close to done on the read through.
"In Which Geoff Declares Independence"
"On the Merits of Garden Slugs, Hornets, and other Delicious Pests"
"Breaking News: the Cactus and the Monkey Elope"
"Featured: Girly of Whirly and Why I Love Her So"
"My TRAVEL PLANS FOR BEA IN 2010 AT WHICH I WILL SNUGGLE WITH ALL OF MY FELLOW MINIONS - except for ril."
A Preponderance of Pickled Puffins
Splat, Splosh, Squiiiiiiiick, and other Squidworthy Onomatopoeia
In which my legs disentangle themselves from me and set out for adventures previously unheard of (also, the perks of wheelchairs)
When Whirl Whirled and Girlie Twhirled
Vorpal Blades at Dawn
The Correct Use of Custard
Why my Donkey is not an Ass
The Secret Diaries
I'd say luking warm — and that's a pun, btw...
Wow! A talking ball of wool...
Looks like things are hotting up already...
Hssss! Hsssssss!
Waugh! Leave me alone!
Now, now. Leave it out, you guys...
"Rugs: Not Just for Heads Anymore"
I Am Happy Today
Guest Blogger: Girly of Whirly - a Question and Answer Session
When Maurice Met Geoff and Sock Monkey (a Whirlio Video Production)
Oooooh, I wanna think of somethin', but I drove back in town only a little over an hour ago, and my brain is kinda useless.
Back tomorrow....
This last one of Robin's is especially good...
Lure-a-lee, Lure-a-lay, Lure-a-white-lie, the Whirl version of To Tell The Truth, With Style.
Yer Momma Wears Cowboy Boots, But Yer Daddy Ain't No Cowboy...or...how a Brit fared in Flagstaff the one day it rained.
I can't think of anything clever. :(
"Carcinogenic Doll Urine"
Nice to see you, Scott.
That, I think, brings things to a close.
A winner has been chosen, and an honorary batman appointed.
Both will post some time over the weekend...
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