tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post109160241746133487..comments2023-10-17T02:47:38.574-06:00Comments on In Palinode's Palace: found: Arrivalpalinodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01029915232895358768noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091740604444796122004-08-05T15:16:00.000-06:002004-08-05T15:16:00.000-06:00Team members? Ooh... ugh... crappy sports/business...Team members? Ooh... ugh... crappy sports/business speak invading my weblog. Not saddened but sickened.palinodehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01029915232895358768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091739844054510642004-08-05T15:04:00.000-06:002004-08-05T15:04:00.000-06:00Helvetica here! Descriptors aside for a moment, I ...Helvetica here! Descriptors aside for a moment, I noticed in your writeup/stats page at the bottom there's a chart with the category Team Members. You have none. Does this sadden you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091670763949837142004-08-04T19:52:00.000-06:002004-08-04T19:52:00.000-06:00That's the first time that anyone's mentioned our ...That's the first time that anyone's mentioned our hero's nutritional needs. Even heroes gotta eat. I had assumed that he was slowly consuming his jacket.palinodehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01029915232895358768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091664874123483472004-08-04T18:14:00.000-06:002004-08-04T18:14:00.000-06:00I'm a little late, but here's my contribution. Fe...I'm a little late, but here's my contribution. Feel free to use it, much reviled and anonymous author:<br /><br />The Great Desert was famous for it's horrendous tornados of dust and suffocating heat, and he'd narrowly escaped with his life, his achey breaky life. I just don't think you understand. A little known fact: The Great Desert is also famous for it's sauteed, hotter-than-the-smiling-sun, light tan beef hoggies. Come to think of it, his trusty, rusty Eaglette (for that is what he called his bepegged sidekick) has been known to make a mean, lean beef burger on the rare occasion that he places juicy, red squiggles of raw, pocket-warm meat onto the shuddering, steamy engine block. Man, he could taste that rust-coloured engine burger right now. That, and a pint of cruel, oh-so-fruitless-why-don't-you-just-kill-me-now-and-get-it-over-with-vengefull-desert-god juice of our life-force [water ;)].Friday Filmshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10872284114968792987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091655937549865372004-08-04T15:45:00.000-06:002004-08-04T15:45:00.000-06:00Schmutzie says: So strange. I found a manuscript...Schmutzie says: So strange. I found a manuscript as well today. It was entitled "Alternative Bob" by a guy named Bob. I also found a photograph in a city bus stop shelter that was taken of the inside of a long distance, between cities bus. *And* I also found a paper-dry, flattened gopher. He looked like he had been pressed between the pages of a book.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091650666877447082004-08-04T14:17:00.000-06:002004-08-04T14:17:00.000-06:00So far you've all submitted better conclusions tha...So far you've all submitted better conclusions than I could have come up with.<br /><br />Helvetica: although the phrase "squealing teeth" is my favourite misapplied metaphor so far, I would like to see more pointless adjectives and adverbs. What about that sand dune he rolled down? Is it not a lucky, steep, fortuitously placed and perhaps even <I>sandy</I> sand dune? What colour is it? Orange? Yellow? Leather-jacket tan? Sand colour? Also, I would bet that his life is not only tattered and distressed - it is also precious and tenacious.<br /><br />Luva: Big Sur has become a summer hideout for the nouveau riche. Our hero, Big Gun, and Broke Bike would never find welcome there. In fact, Big Gun would probably end lives so violently there. From now on, let us mourn Broke Bike and pay more attention to Big Gun.<br /><br />Fraulein A: Damn, a girlfriend with generous mounds and motorcycle repair skills. Why did he ditch her and head out into the Great Desert? Maybe he thought it was the Great Dessert.palinodehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01029915232895358768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091643794872498332004-08-04T12:23:00.000-06:002004-08-04T12:23:00.000-06:00Because I know you're all reading that previous po...Because I know you're all reading that previous posting and thinking, "Wow, that's so clever and funny, I wonder who wrote it!" -- it was me, Helvetica.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091643658165430502004-08-04T12:20:00.000-06:002004-08-04T12:20:00.000-06:00... narrowly escaped with his life, unlike the pre...... narrowly escaped with his life, unlike the previous dust storm that he had dodged by rolling down a sand dune only to discover he'd left his life behind in the arms of a strong-limbed tumbleweed, forcing him to plunge back into the squealing teeth of the sand devil to retrieve his life, which was now as tattered and distressed as his leather coat and as vaguely threaded as his sense of direction.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091638296719768812004-08-04T10:51:00.000-06:002004-08-04T10:51:00.000-06:00Big talking guns and generous mounds... it's not m...Big talking guns and generous mounds... it's not much of a stretch to turn that one page into some polymorphous perversion. I wish I knew the author. Or maybe not.palinodehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01029915232895358768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943519.post-1091607301744033702004-08-04T02:15:00.000-06:002004-08-04T02:15:00.000-06:00Hey palinode, it's ajcornelius aka Miss A. Here's...Hey palinode, it's ajcornelius aka Miss A. Here's my take:<br /><br />The Great Desert was famous for it's horrendous tornados of dust and suffocating heat, and he'd narrowly escaped with his life, wanly clinging to his old motorbike and burying his leathery brown face into his trusted jacket, much as he had buried his face in the snowy white bosom of the girl he had left behind just three treacherous months prior, how many times had he caressed her generous mounds and how many times had she promised to fix his bike? The answer was lost on him now, violently sucked into the raging orange tunnel behind him, now seemingly bulging with sand and malevolence.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com