Warning: the following has nothing to do with my imminent trip to Sweden. It is simply a random rant/finding that I felt like sharing. If you are offended by such content, or are in a position where it is illegal for you to view it, PLEASE LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. The rest of you, enjoy.
Disclaimer: the following blog may be irreverant, sarcastic, cynical, or otherwise typical of me. If you are offended by this, etc. etc....SCRAM! (see above warning for full text).
News:
METALLICA is playing in Stockholm this summer (WOOT!!!). If I can find a ticket that (1) is still for sale, and (2) doesn't cost me and arm and a leg, I'm going to see them. Tickets go on sale monday at 9 a.m., local time, which, to my reconing means about 3 a.m. here. That means that by the time I actually am able to purchase a ticket, they'll have been on the market for about 18 hours (not including met-club presale). If I don't get one, I think I'm going to rupture somthing. And it won't be mine.
...And now, our feature presentation:
Reading "The Creators' Blog," which is maintained by the creators of Tower 8, a virtual band (they're really good, and the website's awesome; check it out), I came across something interesting. Gavin had mentioned Hemmingway's famous six-word story story: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
He then provided this link, to the page for Wired, on which they had gotten six word "stories;" that is, stories implied in six words, from various science fiction and fantasy writers (the last one is my favorite).
I was inspired to try my hand at this, and produced the following:
Dante: "Nice here. Not coming home."
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Lost job. Met God. Didn't like.
Try your hand at it. Post them as comments or email them to me, at smithw12321@gmail.com
--Gazebo
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