tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290475723451787293.post1428151046175574419..comments2023-06-18T04:17:59.375-04:00Comments on Dogslandia: write to the titleJ m mcdermotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16433637277106963701noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290475723451787293.post-13372576103511397422008-09-09T13:01:00.000-04:002008-09-09T13:01:00.000-04:00I'm quoting this entry tonight at our Writer's Gui...I'm quoting this entry tonight at our Writer's Guild meeting when I talk about journaling. I promise I'm giving you credit. :DLolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16703047715602851233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290475723451787293.post-50484018264661046992008-07-28T21:14:00.000-04:002008-07-28T21:14:00.000-04:00Those aren't story titles. They're chapter titles...Those aren't story titles. They're chapter titles! Go for it!K.C. Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12467201304235217944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290475723451787293.post-75128599103023793592008-07-28T15:05:00.000-04:002008-07-28T15:05:00.000-04:00"Never Talk to Pirate Elvis," said Captain Kellog...."Never Talk to Pirate Elvis," said Captain Kellog. Captain Kellog was drunk on fried peanut-butter and banana-rum sandwiches. They are both very soggy, and very alcoholic. Also, they can kill a lesser liver. You have to be a pirate rock star to eat them. Captain Kellog looked like he was about to eat himself to death with just the one.<BR/><BR/>"If you do," continued Captain Kellog, "beware Pirate Elvis' twitchy lip. If that lip starts twitching, you know he's about to gyrate those hips. If those hips start gyrating, you know he's about to rock and roll. When Pirate Elvis plays rock and roll, blackbeard's ghostly minions rise up from the deep sea, and dance the deadliest sock hop you ever did see, arrgh."<BR/><BR/>I pretended like I wasn't afraid. I kept my hand steady and my face calm as if I were the gambling king of old New Orleans. Inside I was a twisted up howling hound dog.<BR/><BR/>"Tell me, Captain Kellog," I said. I placed the map in front of his face. All the rest of the patrons of Heartbreak Tavern gasped in horror when the map emerged from my fanny pack. "Where did Pirate Elvis bury all those gold records?"<BR/><BR/>"Aye, lad," said Captain Kellog, "I'm caught in a trap, and I can't get out."<BR/><BR/>***<BR/><BR/>No, Dawno, you will not buy it. I just can't seem to squeeze enough King references into one space enough to make Pirate Elvis a reality.<BR/><BR/>Alas.J m mcdermotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16433637277106963701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290475723451787293.post-68977259007010025562008-07-28T13:23:00.000-04:002008-07-28T13:23:00.000-04:00I foresee a Pirate Elvis series in the offing...I'...I foresee a Pirate Elvis series in the offing...I'd buy it :-)ohdawnohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01995493308490806364noreply@blogger.com