The Real Hand Shandy

By Fella -
If we don't do Sci-Fi, I think it should be fiction with a tinge of the unbelievable. Not a lot, mind you.

Comments

Captain Beefheart said…
Yep, sounds good, either the sci fi or the fantasy. Something with a fantastic / supernatural element to it, be it Forces of Good and Evil (and elves) or psychic abilities in an X Files fashion.

The long rambling nature of a blog would lend itself to (a) epic quest poem in a Jason and the Argonauts / Sinbad stylee, (b) an ongoing soap opera / sit com (Friends die horribly in bizarre Espresso machine explosion incident)

We need a few characters, and might I suggest we write about our blog-selves?

A way to get things rolling might be that each contributor provides a description of their own character.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005 8:12:00 PM
Fella said…
A top notch idea Beefy, Old Sandwich.

The epic poem is truly a lost art. Perhaps a 300 page poem about murderous elves is in order. I shall follow up this comment with my character description.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005 10:18:00 PM
Lo Lo Lova said…
I was considering joining in your venture, but you lost me at Sci-Fi. Also not interested in Epic poems, as I was an English major and these were my least favorite things to read. Scratch that -actually they were the bain of my exsitence!

I would enjoy the soap/sitcom route, though.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005 10:59:00 PM
Fella said…
Well, it appears that we may be starting with that venture.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005 11:45:00 PM
Lo Lo Lova said…
Which venture, Nick? I referenced three. "that" doesn't really clear it up for me. Oh, and suck it.
Thursday, June 23, 2005 2:14:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
Quest?

1) Could we be seeking the lost, ephemeral post at Blogadoon?

2) Or the Blog Stone?

3) Do we have to Fleece the Golden Blog?

4) Or, escape the Blogataur's maze?

??
Thursday, June 23, 2005 3:20:00 PM
Fella said…
Blogadoon, baby!

The last one Lo Lo, obviously.
Friday, June 24, 2005 2:35:00 AM
Spirit Of Owl said…
As pirates, do we have a cover story, like maybe we're some roving intergalactic asylum, or do we boldly flap our Jolly Roger at the Universe?

Off to find Blogadoon? A blog untouched by progress (hah!) and where cheese is soya based but actually tastes like cheese?
Friday, June 24, 2005 2:03:00 PM
Fella said…
Unthinkable. I wouldn't think of it!
Friday, June 24, 2005 5:30:00 PM
Fella said…
A excellent point.
Friday, June 24, 2005 9:28:00 PM
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