Friday, July 01, 2005

Man Diving into Pool with Inflatable Whales


Weirsdo's Story
"Will ya look at that dive, son! They really can learn! Just push that blue float over to him when he comes up. They're smart, all right, and very sociable. Why, today, when I put him in the water, he almost sounded as if he was cursing me!" Orc chuckled. "We are gonna make so much money offa this. We just have to work on his form a little."
"Yeah, but Dad," said his son, watching as the meager human desperately pulled himself onto the rubber float, "Are you sure we're feeding him right? He looks thin."
"Blew his lungs up myself, first thing this morning, son. You leave everything to your old dad. We'll just keep giving him good wholesome fresh air, and he'll be right as rain in a day or two."


My Story
Orca: There he goes, diving into the pool again.
Orco: What a show off! Evolving from a beach ball into a human.
Orca: Your brain's a beach ball if you believe that evolution nonsense. Everyone knows the Great White Whale created us by breathing dust into our inflatable forms.
Orco: Sure, but still, there he is, coming and going as he pleases. And all we do is float aimlessly in the water.
Orca: But it's a great life, isn't it?
Orco: I don't know. Sometimes I'd just like to swim across the pool to the other side, to be in the sun. Or sometimes, if the sun is hot, I'd like to swim into the shade. But we can't move!
Orca: There's more to life than just moving around.
Orco: Well, I wish he'd stop moving.
Orca: Basically, he's nothing more than a bacterial conglomerate. If they'd only put a little more chlorine in the water, he'd go back to being a beach ball.

5 Comments:

Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

We'll miss you.

2:10 PM  
Anonymous weirsdo said...

"Will ya look at that dive, son! They really can learn! Just push that blue float over to him when he comes up. They're smart, all right, and very sociable. Why, today, when I put him in the water, he almost sounded as if he was cursing me!" Orc chuckled. "We are gonna make so much money offa this. We just have to work on his form a little."
"Yeah, but Dad," said his son, watching as the meager human desperately pulled himself onto the rubber float, "Are you sure we're feeding him right? He looks thin."
"Blew his lungs up myself, first thing this morning, son. You leave everything to your old dad. We'll just keep giving him good wholesome fresh air, and he'll be right as rain in a day or two."

11:15 PM  
Blogger Indeterminacy said...

Thanks Mrs. Weirsdo for the story! I like it better than mine, which I thought of in the last minute after about two weeks of procrastination. I should have posted the picture directly at indeterminacy, as I think it got lost in the shuffle.

Alice: I missed reading all my blogs. I checked my e-mails from time to time, but I mostly took a rest, also looked through about 9 gb of photos I collected and sorted out the "creme" for later inspiration. Also wrote a small buffer of stories to throw in sometime when my so-called creativity takes a day off.

1:25 AM  
Anonymous weirsdo said...

Glad you liked it. Pansi was alluding to this: http://pansifiles.blogspot.com/2005/07/pansis-night-of-terror.html
Thought you'd like to see I used your photo.

11:45 AM  
Anonymous guile said...

cute story :)..

4:17 AM  

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