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Writer’s Block #4 / I AM THUNDARR!

29 Aug

August 29, 2013

Damn you Allan Keyes! You screwed me again! I ask you, Dear Reader, was there a new Fun With Teh Internets this week? No there was not. And in the Sneak Peek of the Week I promised he’d be back. Damn you Allan Keyes! and worse, I don’t know what to write. So it is back to the list of for-real, real deal, strange but true writing prompts used by schools around the country.  

In the year 2050, a movie is being made of your life. Please tell us the name of your movie and briefly summarize the story line. (NYU, 2009)

The year: 2050. From out of space comes a runaway planet, hurtling between the Earth and the Moon, unleashing cosmic destruction! Man’s civilization is cast in ruin! Two thousand years later, Earth is reborn. A strange new world rises from the old: a world of savagery, super science and sorcery. But one man bursts his bonds to fight for justice! With his companions Ookla the Mok and Princess Ariel, he pits his strength, his courage, and his fabulous Sunsword against the forces of evil. He is Thundarr, the Barbarian!

Yes! I AM THUNDARR THE BARBARIAN! And before you call shenanigans, I must point out that this movie will be made in the future, in 2050. Who are you to say that this will not happen? By 2050, Thundarr the Barbarian will be a historical documentary. And I WILL BE THUNDARR!

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Writer’s Block #2

14 Aug

August 14

I have writer’s block.

What? The pair of reruns this week didn’t give you a clue? Sheesh, take a brain cell out of petty cash, ok?

Anyway, I have writer’s block, and if you doubted it before that lousy brain cell zinger should be all the proof you need. So I went back to the list of odd writing prompts I found online and picked one at random.

Are we alone? (Tufts, 2009)

And for that Tufts charges about a bazillion dollars admission. Anyway, here we go.

Are We Alone?

Are we alone? How should I know? I have no idea who you are or where you are or what you’re doing or even if you are doing it without pants. If you have a secret to tell me and you don’t want anyone around to know it, just back off. I’m not interested.

I hate that question. “Are we alone?” It conjures up images of creepy uncles I won’t talk to any more, strange old men with lotion on their palms, restraining orders, and other memories I work hard to suppress every single day of my life, thank you very much. “Are we alone?” I sure as hell hope we are not.

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