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What a Day!

September 26, 2011 10 comments

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Tyler looked worried as he scanned the news report. Molly Sims had Josh Duhamel at her wedding on Saturday? After the blowup they had when Las Vegas was cancelled in midseason, Tyler had thought it was no big deal to run Silver Moose TV’s “Project Accessory” by the actor last Friday in LA. A cameo of the The Black Eyed Peas would be so perfect for the opening of the reality series. But they had to shoot fast—while Molly was on her honeymoon. If her Lifetime Cable “Project Accessory” hit the airwaves first—it would be a disaster!  What a day, he raged, as he speed-dialed Sunflower Woman.

Dahlia, this is Tyler. We might have a problem.”

She could tell by his voice this was serious, “I’ve got zucchini bread just ready to come out of the oven, hold on a sec.” Tyler fumed as he paced. “OK, what’s happening?”

“Molly Sims might know about our Project Accessory.”

“HOW? I thought she was all focused on her wedding?” Dahlia rose from the kitchen table and was clearly ticked. Hosting this reality show was a dream of a lifetime, imagine going to up-and-coming designers and giving them challenges on shoes, purses and jewelry design. She couldn’t wait to start filming. And nothing tacky, like a rhinestone skull bracelet! “We need to start filming right away!” She practically screamed.

“David is in Minot, some poker game with his Twin’s buddies at Duhamel’s restaurant.” Tyler winced, he didn’t want the subject of blabbing to Duhamel to get out. “It’s probably four hours at the earliest for him to get to Mpls/St. Paul International and get a flight to the West Coast.”

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Duhamel signaled “all-in” as he faced the last player in the hand, David. “Did you hear Molly and Scott are getting divorced?” He said casually to distract the producer.

“That’s unbelievable! They just got married two days ago, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, Stacy and I were in California for the ceremony. Just got back to North Dakota this morning. I saw Tyler, by the way. He said you have a new series in pre-production.”

David looked stunned, this information was closely held. And the last person they wanted to have find out was Molly. She could get her series up and going faster, they’d be out their whole investment. “I fold. I’d better call it a night.”

Josh smiled to himself. These whales came to Minot and let him wear his Las Vegas series gambler’s glasses. His vision was perfect—but the special effects glasses could read the deck. Suckers! He had been bluffing, not even a pair.

Too bad about Molly and Scott, but he hadn’t thought the marriage would last. Even if he hadn’t said anything to her about the series… He pulled out Tyler’s new watch, I wonder if Tyler has noticed it’s missing, he laughed. A little gaudy, are those rhinestones, or real jewels? What a day, he sighed in satisfaction.

He didn’t wish Molly had chosen him. No hard feelings, they’d just be friends… That whole shattered episode. Damn that still hurt. She’d called him shallow, self-centered, dishonest, a totally amoral creep. Well, she’d get what she has coming. Damn straight.

And that punk rocker from California that Tyler introduced him to that rolled her eyes at his rhinestone skull bracelet—he’d bide his time.

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Blogophilia 31.4 Topic: “What A Day!”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): include 3 types of flowers
(Easy, 1pt): include a rhinestone
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Final date to post BLOG: October 4th, 2011 GMT (TUESDAY) midnight
Final date to post ALL GUESSES: October 2nd, 2011 GMT (SUNDAY) midnight
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Blue Sea Me ~ Blogophilia 30.4 Topic: “A Nest of Vipers”

September 25, 2011 10 comments

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Blue Sea Me

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Breath held blue , Set Designer Tyler’s octopus’s rock garden

reeks of impending death. Wet beguiler, damsel dancer bent

in first position plie, begs for mighty Poseidon’s Blue Sea pardon.

Cast ashore, across a nest of vipers,  her graceful, leaping descent,

deepens our lament as her second position plie unfolds in poisonous

torment. Imagine her fading, writhing third position plie,

held to ironic strains of Dear Prudence cries, ’til ambiguous

moans relent, and Lainey’s violin represents… Damsel’s goodbye.

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Blogophilia 30.4 Topic: “A Nest of Vipers”

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): do 3 plies each in a different position (example: You can do plies in either multiple “positions” – feet together and parallel, feet together and turned out, and so on)

(Easy, 1pt): mention the word ‘blue’ three times.


Final date to post blog: September 27th, 2011 GMT midnight.

Final date to post ALL GUESSES: September 25th, 2011 GMT midnight.

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Sacré Bleu! ~ Blogophilia 29.4 Topic: “Today, Not Tomorrow”

September 14, 2011 10 comments

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Memphis 1981

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“Get off the stage!” The waitress yelled from the dining room.

Myke and Nissmech removed their shades. Soul Man was their trademark number, and each night the crowds were getting more out of hand. On the left, Nissmech noticed a patron approaching the stage with a broken Coke bottle. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Nissmech snarled into the microphone—Myke shifting forward as well. The punk just muttered, looked at the duo, and backed away.

“Boys, let’s call it a night. I’ll treat ya’ll to bucket a ribs, on the house. Oysters for you, Nissmech?” Lusty’s Rusty Bucket O Ribs was the first place Myke and Nissmech had played back in ’76. They had won a brand new ’76 Dodge, painted a flame on the door and launched their blues career—right on that very stage.  Lusty hated to say it, but she had no choice. “That’s it for the contract, boys.”

“We have tomorrow night!” Myke shot back.

Today, not tomorrow is where we call it good. Let’s not make this the long goodbye. You know I love you, Sugars. Put on the aprons, how many bibs?” At Lusty’s Memphis BBQ, the diners knew her sauces caused permanent stains, and those the know wore an apron, with plenty of bibs. The ribs came steaming hot, in a bucket of her secret recipe sauce, causing mouths to water as well as the eyes. And rare Memphis blue oysters swirled in her indigo stew.

Nissmech sat down first, “I don’t know what more we can do at this point. I feel it is my fault—Aykroyd was my friend, and I trusted him.” Dan had started hanging around their Blues Brothers act after starting on SNL. Neither Myke or Nissmech had any idea he was writing a screenplay of their life, and just changing a few details so they couldn’t sue him. After the movie hit the theater, crowds turned on them, believing they were trying to copy and cash in on the movie.

“Water under the bridge, he had me fooled as well.” The waitress slammed down a bucket of ribs, sloshing the sauce over Myke. He just wiped it away and started to dig in. “What hurts more, is Lusty giving us the boot. When we came here her best act was that dancer Kandi from Iowa. And she took off like a scalded cat after we started to rock the house. We saved Lusty’s business.”

“Nice figure, but Kandi couldn’t dance worth beans,” Nissmech laughed. “OWWWWWW! Sacré bleu!” he screamed, falling back.[1] The waitress was spilling the piping hot blue oyster stew on his head.  They hadn’t recognized her, but Kandi was back.

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Blogophilia 29.4 Topic: “Today, Not Tomorrow”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): include a Raymond Chandler Novel – The Long Goodbye
(Easy, 1pt): mention a brand of soda – Coke

Final date to post: September 20th, 2011 GMT midnight
Final date to post ALL GUESSES: September 18th, 2011 GMT midnight
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[1] Dave Nissmech was not severely injured in this blog post. The stew was hot, but not scalding hot. Sadly, the blue oysters stew does stain, and it is permanent. And since 1981, Nissmech’s commitment to the blues has been visibly… skin deep.
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Blogophilia 28.4 Topic: “It’s Raining Martians!!”

September 6, 2011 10 comments

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“Tyler! Did you sign with Shockey?”

Tyler looked stunned, how did Sallon know Shockey had even called?

“It’s on his website. How could you?”

“I didn’t make any commitments, we just talked,” Tyler replied heatedly. “Maybe I should.”

The Drambuie Pursuit 2010 still haunted him. Busting through a rainy and windswept Inverness as the first overall finisher—then watching Team Silver Moose take the team victory. Just 12 seconds between them, and Sallon had paused during the dirt buggy race to write in her green journal on the second day.

“We aren’t having Team Meigs County’s mascot as Meigsy the Gerbil again. I made some calls—Buckeye Chuck,” Sallon said with a tentative smile.

Tyler looked at her, it was important for Sallon to take this trophy. She felt the challenge was a metaphor—her escape from Ohio. And she would be restless until she triumphed. Well, Buckeye Chuck was the best groundhog on the planet, and he did enjoy a good spectacle. Drambuie Pursuit 2011… he just couldn’t make this decision lightly.

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“Sallon, this is different. I respect Diego, you know that.”

You fear Diego, thought Sallon. Why didn’t she just hang up on Antonio? She hated him more than any person she had ever met. Did she ever love him?

“You know the love we shared still glows for me.” Sallon just shivered, he had always known what she was thinking. And what to say to manipulate her. “I just need the speech you gave to the judge to make my movie a masterpiece, in 20 years the audience will appreciate fully—the passion of Sallon.”

It seemed like yesterday… she was talking with a struggling Spanish actor at a dusty bullfight outside of Seville. He was quiet, and intensely interested in her travels, and she had opened up her green journals and shared them with him. Just like Tyler—Antonio had a photographic memory.

The following years were torture. He was exposing her story in Labyrinth of Passion, Law of Desire—it seemed like every love she had ever had was now on the big screen.

“I’ll think about.” She put down the phone and stepped outside on the patio. This time of year the San Diego sky was so clear. Mars, the red planet… a flash of shooting stars…. Tyler, Antonio—it’s raining Martians, she laughed to herself. Then the laughter stopped—she had an inspiration… just rise up.

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Blogophilia 28.4 Topic: “It’s Raining Martians!!”

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): include the word “Hebdomadally” ~ The Hebrides Hebdomadally Herald Post- Scotland’s Leading Weekly Newspaper

(Easy, 1pt): mention a ‘gerbil’ and name it – Meigsy the Gerbil

Final date to post: September 13th, 2011 GMT midnight

Final date to post ALL GUESSES: September 11th, 2011 GMT midnight

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