Ola mis amigos! Here we are on our fancy group blog--good times! I was thinking of you guys and hoping you finished up for the summer or will soon--It feels so unfair to be floating around on my inner tube sunbathing while you're still teaching! (Not--more like house cleaning in Steve's sweats!) For our first blog, let's just do something fun and we can talk about our 70 minutes in hell, Oh--sorry-I meant our summer writing presentations...next time--How about a pass-along story? I'll start it and you guys tag on your chapters--also if you want I will add you all as administrators and that way we can all post rather than just me. ( so I don't get drunk on power!!!) To post click on comments below and go to the comments box, type your reply and sign your name (summer writing project nom deus plumes perhaps???--then post as anonyamous (click the bubble) if you want to take the easiest route--otherwise you need a google account or the blogger site tries to make you start your own blog--email me with any questions at idnasss@yahoo.com--
Our Story Begins...
Frittata was a secret double agent in the Helsinki mafia, grueling yet rewarding work. Where else can a grown adult conduct covert missions, stay up super late, eat junk food and play computer games while on the clock, ya know what I mean? Agent Frittata was growing complacent however, begining to tire of the old changing identity and globe trotting hijinks. Agent Fritatta was growing literally as well. Not in the symbolic sense of aging and wisening up, but rather, growing taller, which was odd for a 32 year old. Just like that, pants too short, sleeves up to the elbows and capes as short as shawls! Only one doctor had offered a possible explanation...a doctor with questionable credentials at best.......
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ReplyDeleteDr. Chopin was a musicologist, but it was his heightened senses that allowed him to authoritatively comment on just about any subject under the sun, including phantom height acquisition. If someone sneezed a block away, he'd absentmindedly mutter, "Gesundheit". He could smell cake batter being blended in the kitchen next door and detect the added fluoride from the tap as if it were more prevalent than the water. His sense of touch was so acute that he could feel the bacteria colonizing on his fingertips. But it was keen eyesight that allowed him to help our agent.
"My dear Frittata," he announced, "You are the victim of some high tech deviltry. I see the tiniest pinhole where some secret government lackey has inserted a device which, no doubt, is stretching you from within. It's only a matter of time before you're pulled apart like a heathen on the rack."
Agent Frittata grimaced. "Damn Lilliputians! I know exactly when this treacherous deed was committed. At the time I thought they were merely being friendly. Well, I shoulda known better than to trust those tiny two-timing traitors!"
Agent Frittata was deeply concerned about the impending implosion. Agent Frittata knew there was only one person who could possibly save her. She went to headquarters and connected with Dr. Evil, who was in the witness relocation program after deciding a life of crime was not in the cards. "Dr. Evil, what can be done? Those damn Lilliputians have done it again." Dr. Evil examined Frittata and suggested a radical procedure. "We will go in and deactivate the device. But, as it is located in your large intestine, we will need to go in rectally. This is going to be the most demanding colonoscopy in history. Get prepared Frittata!!" Frittata began to sweat...
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile in a stylish little craftsman nestled in the heart of the Hamptons sat Dr.Chopin, playing blackjack and sipping fiercely in a mint julep while John Mayer blared from his ipod. Actually the music was barely audible but Chopin heard it as blaring. Chopin pretended to be a rock star when rocking out like this on a weekeday. The Hamptons were all abuzz over the Lilliputian parade and gymnastics event planned for this very weekend. Over the shoulder of Chopin's mysterious blackjack partner, an odd looking set of devices were disguised as bookends. Devices made for strething something,but what? Perhaps the truth...
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