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2005.04.19

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Scrivener

My goodness, that narrative business is a tall order. I'm guessing the reason for the lack of comments here, no one wants to admit failure on that score. Mind you, I'm not admitting failure either, it's just that I have to go to class in a few minutes. But I wanted to note that I'm getting tons and tons of homework searches too--especially lots of searches for people writing papers about various poems of the month.

Rana

Well, incoherent narratives are welcome too. And, as always, snarky comments are good. *grin*

T. V.

"Colostomy purple" doesn't qualify as odd?

Well, maybe you're right. We almost painted my son's room that color.

Jill Smith

Here's an incoherent narrative, just using the bolded ones (I did split one of them up, but otherwise they're intact and in order).
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“Frogs with hair,” she muttered in her sleep.

“Squirrel frogs,” he murmured in her ear, hoping to get a more interesting response.

“Yeti!” she screamed and thrashed awake. Disturbed by his surveillance, she hunched a shoulder and rolled to her other side.

Undisturbed by her response, he chuckled, “You’re all talk when you sleep – did you know that?” he asked.

“I don’t know anything about how I am when I’m asleep,” she snapped. “I do know I’m sleepy, hungry, and would prefer to be alone.”

“Too bad,” he replied, “Watching you dream beats a lot of other forms of entertainment. At least you’re amusing to listen to, even if you’re not something interesting to stare at.” He watched again for many long minutes until she drifted off again.

“Cat ate lizard,” she groaned.
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Heather

The other day I was sitting in my living room watching this Betty Boop history cartoon. I was so distracted by the segment about Betty spinning a basketball on her finger that I didn’t notice that not only had my cat ate lizard but also she had regurgitated it on my prized vintage dukes of hazzard record player. This nearly threw me in to a paralyzing depression the likes of which I had not experienced since viewing my school picture of 1970 which was taken after an experiment with white hair dye which resulted in a shade that my less than kind friends had called “colostomy purple”. After I had completed my daily ritual of cleaning up cat vomit and regained my composure, I tossed the cat her favourite plastic popsicle stick toy, doffed my seamless sweater, and put on my sandals with frog closures--so much more stylish than buckles or velco--stepped outside for a bit of nude gardening. While gardening, I amused myself by thinking about the paper on the effects of caffeine on the frog heart I was planning to present at the summer 2005 science teacher conference. Minnesota would be lovely that time of year—all I needed to do to finish the paper was to figure out how many data points I need to include in the frog stress section and to find some cartoon pictures of frogs running since I had decided to give the audience something interesting to stare at while I explained how many points make a trend. Yes this version of the paper would read much more smoothly than the version that included is excursus on frogs and gymnastics. Having mapped out the paper, I went indoors intending on taking notes on journal articles for the my class on literary meaning of ravens. As the day came to a close I went to bed sleepy, hungry, and alone. I awoke from a nasty dream in which a pot-smoking yeti with sinus problems with a wooden raven head was reciting the advantages and the disadvantages of existentialism. Damn, I thought, as nestled down to go back to sleep, I’ve submitted my taxes one day late.

Rana

Oh, these are excellent! *clapping hands together and jumping up and down*

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