I thought this Blog needed a little LIFE today. Death, after all, isn't a very pleasant way to live.
What good is a supposedly humorous site, if there isn't something that's allegedly funny.
A few of you readers have been following my short story ("Till Death Do Us Unite") that's devoid of humor. It is about death, you know. The story is completed and will be published over the next three days. That's right, there are three more chapters.
I am a little disappointed that there hasn't been more comments or reactions to my tale. I can only hope that some are reserving their thoughts to when they've read the complete story.
....Nonetheless, I am pleased with it. It's been a labor of love. I suppose not every one likes the macabre genre. Having said that, it does have suspense, plot twists and a rather unique character.
....I'm hoping that more of you will kick its tires, take it for a test drive, and then buy into the story. I don't think you'll be too disappointed.
....I wrote it for you. Try it, you'll like it!
I know some of you think shameless promotion is funny. (This is the humorous part of this post.)
How do you like the picture above of the new look Barbie? It looks like all of those years of trying to maintain that perfect hourglass figure just might have caught up to her, eh? No wonder Ken's no longer stalking her!
I had thought about incorporating the cartoon to the right into that short story, but decided in the end that it wasn't appropriate. It probably isn't approriate here either, but that's life! (Ha-Ha!)
Recently, over at Miss Cellania's place, a commenter mentioned that she'd seen a cartoon depicting some chickens watching another chicken being cooked in an oven. It just so happened that I had such a cartoon sitting in my files, just waiting for an opportune chance to be used. I'd say that on the subject of life and death it kind of fits.
(Check out Miss Cellania's new pic without the glasses.) Talk about knock 'em dead Sexy!! Oops! Sorry, but I'm trying to stick to a theme here.
AT THE PEARLY GATE
Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.
....St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, "What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it." The teacher answered quickly, "That would be the Titanic." St. Peter let him through the gate.
....St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn’t REALLY need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: "How many people died on the ship?" Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie and answered, "about 1,500." "That’s right! You may enter."
....St. Peter then turned to the lawyer. "Name them."
Before this ship sinks, I'll bid you all a good night. The funny stuff will back on Thursday. (That doesn't mean you can skip Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.) Hint, hint.
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9 comments:
You ARE asweetheart! Thanks.
Your post was very funny as usual and I also had that chicken roasting cartoon in my jokes folder, but just never had the opportunity to use it.
I went over to Miss Cellania's site and found it to be very amusing...I've been over there for almost an hour. How does she find the time to get all those links together...she must work on it 24/7? And you're right, she is very pretty with or without her glasses.
I'll be back to read Part 4 of the story...I may need to recap part 3 right before I start on Part 4.
Barbie is too thin and needs a few rolls of fat.
I wondered the same thing about your story Mike, they must be savin' up for a critique at the finish, I'm enjoying it.
Okay, the old eyes can't read the green stuff at the bottom. Kinda like not seeing the moldy cheese at the bottom of the fridge drawer.
Hello Again.
I like that you're balancing humour with the macabre.
I look forward to more of the story.
(I commented on the previous entry about my theory about the lack of comments).
Take care out there!
Your Pal,
Zambo.
Hey, Mike, I'm guilty too. I've been reading and waiting till the end to comment. Dumb, huh? I'm enjoying it. Keep it coming please.
John
I never skip - I just don't always comment.
I can only imagine what your story for that cartoon was. haha
Sorry I can't read your big story, anything scary freaks me out once it gets about 11pm at night. last week I had convinced myself someone might have gotten into the attic, so I clearly do not need any further help with my imagination. But if you took the care you put into the rest of your stuff, I'm sure it is great :)
I'm sorry sweetie pie! I don't skip either, I just don't always comment. Bloglines makes me lazy comment-wise, but it's ever so much easier to blog read at work that way (and not get caught blog-reading at work) :D
PLUS I'm waiting for the end of the (most excellent) story.
No fear darling, we're here and anxiously anticipating the rest of it. :) xoxoxo
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