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Perfect! If Hunk had been wearing whatever kangaroos like to steal off the back of tourists, he'd been dead and in several pieces after a crash like that. I almost feel like I should have a jacket like that myself after reading the scene you just wrote!
Definitely, there's a place here called something odd like that. I can't remember the name. I'll have to ask Kurt and get back to you. I can't believe I can't remember, it's a motel anyway and 'trading post' but the trading post part is mostly gone now.
Words today: a meager 235, but I musn't be greedy. I'm the same: the things closest to home will always be the things I can never remember the name of. I'd love to visit a real trading post! Do people still trade this for that, or is it mainly ordinary trade with money as substitute?
Renee- WE've a trading post here on the Reservation. IT's full of origional indian works that are made in China.Teresa- your comment, " They are just not very bright, not at all like cows or pigs" - did that mean to say that cows are smart?
I've found nothing more able to teach a man to swear than herding cows. YOu give them a nice big opening to go through- and they'll stumble through the nearest barbedwire fence. Or do something equally stupid.
I suppose each species has a few smartones, but the rest of the animals can't hardly keep up.
Well, the cows I've met haven't been smart as such, but at least I have been able to make them move either by cutting off their retreat, or talking to them while holding a tea towel in front of them as bait (worked with my neighbours cows, they had a thing for cloth) or as a last resort; playing the radio at them really loud. Not kind, but desperate times call for desperate measures. But nothing would work on the moose in the garage. : (
The Unconventional Moose. That's what Kurt thinks its called. We had a 'debate' and we're going to drive out there later this week to see if he's right.
A nice name, but perhaps not as intriguing as Wacky Moose. Maybe more suited to a motel though.
If it were mine, I'd call it the wacky moose or maybe the Mad Moose.
The Mad Moose Motel would be a lovely name! Would all your rooms be in greens and browns?
I think a Mad Moose would paint the rooms blue and orange, and pink and red, and purple and neon green with plaids and polka dots everywhere. It would be fabulous. The lamps would be made out of wierd things like tree stumps or boots. The beds would be strung from the ceiling and the shower would be outside. I would make so much money. Oh, and the toilets would be lazyboy recliners (with holes cut out to accomodate elimination). When I have money (some day) I'm opening hte Mad Moose MOtel.
I think your Lazy Boy potties would make people feel like they were having a potty dream while wetting the bed. Though I bet some guys would really dig it- just put the remote and the phone on the table beside the chair, the TV in front- the window for food deliveries beside it- and wa la! no reason to miss the game, ever.
Maybe there won't be a bathroom, maybe the toilet/chair would be in the room across from the bed. Cool, unless you have company and you've eaten some bad sushi.
That's a wonderfully disgusting image, Renee!
Sounds like a very special place, Renee! I think I would like the blue and orange room for one night only. It would be just like one of those weird dreams that stay with you all day long! And I bet that the drinks in the bar (if there is a bar) would be equally colorful and strange. Of course, with interior decorating like that, who needs to add alcohol? :)Nearly forgot: words today = 794
Do we ever need to add alcohol? Well, sometimes I suppose we do. There would definitely be a bar. How could you not in a place like that?
If you don't want the job yourself, be sure to let me know if you need a barmaid or servingperson! I'd love to be able to put The Mad Moose Motel on my CV!
Words today: 946. Typed ones, not written by hand. It worked, it acutally worked! Still looks like a mess, but at least it's a start.
Teresa, you are becoming the model of consistency the rest of us should aspire to!
Thank you, Paul! I almost dare to believe that I have managed to create a good habit for myself! Now all I need is the ability to spell, to edit, and all the rest. :)
Another 4178 words, but my eyes now look like those of a rabbit. I either have to learn how to type with my eyes closed or figure something out should I be struck by this kind of inspiration a second time in my life.
Yes, you were absolutely right, Renee! I hope you will feel better soon!Words today: 698
I'm much better today. Just the headache left. Believe me, that's nothing.
I believe you and hope that by now the headache will have left too.Words yesterday: about 800 by hand, at work.
words today: the same.
Thank you, Paul! :)Words today: 901 typed ones.
Words yesterday: none, only numbers. Busy day at work and no time in between at all.Words today: 940 typed ones.
Words today: 933. A long time since I wrote anyting at all not related to work. Why is it that as soon as I figure out that something is good for me, I start sabotaging for myself?
HOwdy teresa, I'm just getting done with corn season and stopped by to say hello.Your counts are awesome.
Thanks, Paul! I will try to get better soon again, there's a lot of room for improvement at the moment. Words yesterday? Maybe 30. :-)Hello there, Wendy! Glad to see that the corn picking is done, I hope you may have some well earned rest with your feet up! Thank you, I did do well for a bit but now I have been very lazy so it's time to start all over again.
Words today: 920 on a horrible keyboard that sounds like wet slippers on cement when I type.
Paul wrote: "Great image - wet slippers on cement."It is a very chilling sound!
Something out of the depths, drowned horribly perhaps, is comng to get you.Ssssccchlapppp. Ssssccchlapppp.Ssssccchlapppp.
Scary!!
Something that drowned horribly and is cursed to live forever in the sounds of typing. I shall just have to either go back to writing by hand or buy a new keyboard. Or do I need a good exorsist?
CAPTION, WHITE ON BLACK, SCROLLING UP: I wear Wacky Moose ...
EXT. FOREST - DAY
switch to shot of some rugged outdoor HUNK in WM clothing.
INT/EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT
POV car interior, seeing through windscreen; shot of Hunk standing in the road, lit by the car headlights. The car gets closer and closer.
FADE TO BLACK SCREEN
(OS)
The sound of a car crash - the thudof a car hitting something, all jangling metal, breaking glass...
EXT. FOREST ROAD - NIGHT
The car is a write-off.
the Hunk is rubbing his elbow.
HUNK
'Ouch, that stings...
CAPTION, RED ON BLACK, SCROLLING DOWN: Because nothing else is tough enough...