Notes from underground
As I previously mentioned, I have opted out of Nanowrimo this year, for how could I top a masterwork such as this? However I have secured an exclusive interview with a certain sibling, given name of Ken but sometimes known as Jerk Idiot during the 1980's, who has risen to the Nano-challenge in my stead. In his own words:
Tiny dog: What is the title of your book?
Ken: "Shipwrecked By The Laughter Of The Gods."
Tiny dog: How would you describe the plot, in 15 words or less?
Ken: Mankind undertakes to set himself up as a judge of truth and knowledge... and chokes on the bitter fruit. (editor's note: this is 19 words and thus shows that Ken is a disciple of Nano's guiding principle: maximum wordcount at any cost.)
Tiny dog: What is your most desperate sentence?
Ken: "The Jellied Julianned Vole Knees are sliced and arranged, as you requested, on the silver serving trays in the shape of your head."
Tiny dog: What is the farthest you have fallen behind?
Ken: Today. 6680 words behind schedule.
Tiny dog: If you fail to reach 50,000, what will probably be the reason?
Ken: Pathetic and shallow excuses involving traffic and raisins... uh... I'll think of something. Wrong! I will strive to succeed and never forget as mankind insisted during Apollo 13 (another in a long line of strangely celebrated human disasters). Failure is not an option. (Hint: It's mandatory.)
We here at tiny dog wish Ken luck in his endeavor to reach 50,000.
Tiny dog: What is the title of your book?
Ken: "Shipwrecked By The Laughter Of The Gods."
Tiny dog: How would you describe the plot, in 15 words or less?
Ken: Mankind undertakes to set himself up as a judge of truth and knowledge... and chokes on the bitter fruit. (editor's note: this is 19 words and thus shows that Ken is a disciple of Nano's guiding principle: maximum wordcount at any cost.)
Tiny dog: What is your most desperate sentence?
Ken: "The Jellied Julianned Vole Knees are sliced and arranged, as you requested, on the silver serving trays in the shape of your head."
Tiny dog: What is the farthest you have fallen behind?
Ken: Today. 6680 words behind schedule.
Tiny dog: If you fail to reach 50,000, what will probably be the reason?
Ken: Pathetic and shallow excuses involving traffic and raisins... uh... I'll think of something. Wrong! I will strive to succeed and never forget as mankind insisted during Apollo 13 (another in a long line of strangely celebrated human disasters). Failure is not an option. (Hint: It's mandatory.)
We here at tiny dog wish Ken luck in his endeavor to reach 50,000.
posted by Strikethru at
8:44 PM
6 Comments:
If the jellied vole knees were julianned.. why would they then need to be sliced? It boggles the mind..
You have always worked "julianned" into a sentence somehow since boyhood... bet you don't even know its exact definition. Do ya jerk idiot????????!!!! I happen to know because I came across the chopping page in Joy of Cooking yesterday.
julianned means to do something funny and amusing to some marginally edible food item that can't pass on it's own as relevant on your plate unless it's all gussied up to look like some Swan or the millenium frog or something.
My dad always takes us to this Chinese restaurant where everything is a julienned sculpture. The rice is in pyramids. They make tropical scenes out of bell peppers cut into tree tops on top of carrot trunks. Chinese Martha Stewart.
Anyways, I'd like to hear if Tiny-Dog could summarize the plot of her rubber baby novel in 15 words or less.
Good luck Ken! How do you have time to answer interview quesions? Get back to work!
I accept the challenge of Picklehead!!
"Mother daughter pair find redemption from failed marriages and shattered dreams via prosthetic baby siblings"
Welllll...we'll give it to you. You did leave out a lot though. Hopefully the yet-to-be-released alternate ending will explain the finding redemption part.
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