Friday, February 26, 2010

Wobbly Service Interlude Update


As you may have gathered from the sparseness of my evident wobb, I'm on something of a hiatus at the moment — which is a bit like a haiku, but with considerably more syllables and not a great deal of room to attach a saddle.


Back soon when I've done breathing life into the reams of starchy prose before me. It's like mouth-to-mouth on a stale ciabatta at the moment, it really is.

*Emits groan and disappears once more into the cloud of crusty paragraphs looming overhead...*

21 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

It's like mouth-to-mouth on a stale ciabatta at the moment

Seeing you can write like that, it's got to be worth it.

Anyway, you're keeping the koala happy and that's all that matters. Isn't it?

Scarlet Blue said...

...smear some butter on... and have a break with a nice cup of tea.
Sx

fairyhedgehog said...

Scarlet, I swear you could make "Good Morning" sound sexy!

Whirlochre said...

Wonderhog Action Girl
Thanks to a truly wonderful jacket potato, I've managed to score a few killer lines, so my carbohydrate prose onslaught is in part subdued.

Scarlet

Hush your mouth!

jjdebenedictis said...

*sympathetic pat-pat-pat* I hope it's all better (and less starchy) soon.

Robin S. said...

You go forth and edit, honey, and make it sing.

latvialovedoll1877 said...

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Whirlochre said...

JJ
According to my Larousse Encyclopaedia of Creatures Mythological and Foul, the pat of a goblin is said to be worse than the pat of a cow. But it beats brushing your hair, I suppose.

Wrobin
It's stopping certain parts of it from yodelling that's currently the problem.

McKoala said...

Whirl it up.

Whirlochre said...

Now I've come over all Bob Marley...

Bernita said...

Sometimes, it's like making bread - pummel, knead, and slap.

Whirlochre said...

And sometimes, making bread is like tag team wrestling — same as when me and thee took on Hulk Hogan and the Undertaker...

Whirl crosses to the centre of the ring, where Hulk Hogan waits, grunting like some sort of ogre chieftain. A half nelson! A body slam! Whirl has Hogan on the mat — is it over already? Oh no — here comes the Undertaker, against the rules! Two villainous wrestlers against the one brave Whirl! The Undertaker grabs Whirl round the waist, giving Hogan time to rise to his feet. Suddenly, Whirl is pinned face down on the canvas. The foul duo (great name for a brother/sister death metal singing act btw) pound at Whirl's head with forearm smash after forearm smash. It's all over now, surely? But no — Bernita leaps over the ropes like a crazed Ninja, arms and legs flailing in the air. She chops, she kicks, she nibbles — fingers, toes, teeth bite into Hogan's hide, the Undertaker's undercarriage. 'Call her off,' yelp the hapless bad guys, 'this pummelling, kneading and slapping is too much! We have wives and kids to think of! TV commercials!'

Coming Soon

Whirl and Bernita take on the Injuns using only their wits — and an embroidery analogy...

Mother (Re)produces. said...

impork?
who comes up with these word verification words, anyway?
hang in there, Whirl. Or should I say, whirl in there?

Whirlochre said...

I rather like the idea of whirling and hanging at the same time — like those trapeze-style circus acts where some girl in a snazzy leotard spins round and round at the end of a long rope gripped in her teeth.

I may just have tipped 2000 words this morning, some of them actually rather good...

sylvia said...

I'm glad you referenced this comment trail in your last post or else I would have missed it!

Mind, I'm guaranteed some very odd dreams tonight, as a result.

Bernita said...

Priceless image,Whirl.
Me and thee forever!

Whirlochre said...

Sylvia
I confess to two dreams about visitors to this blog in as many nights.

Firstly Writtenwyrdd, who stalked me in her car, and her cardigan.

Secondly, McKoala, who ran up to me in a supermarket to tell me she was 21, but by the time we got outside, had turned into an 11 year old and scurried away with Son of Whirl to make mischief somewhere.

Bernita
Thank heaven it came to me in a waking moment.

Geoff said...

* * Rufus * *




















* * rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * *

Rufus said...

Prrrrp!

writtenwyrdd said...

Hi whirl. I hope the editing is going well. Try to leave yourself some hair for the next time.

writtenwyrdd said...

I can't believe 1) that latvialovedoll is still plagueing you in the comments and 2) that I missed this thread.