Fiction blog
Let us speak no more of quesadillas.Since I am super bored with this blog, I elect to turn it into a fiction blog for awhile. A question and answer session follow.
Q: Tiny dog, what is a fiction blog?
A: It could possibly be a blog in which everything posted is a lie, but more likely it is ongoing chapters of a work of fiction.
Q: Are you aware that there is no market, whatsoever, for fiction anymore? Especially on the Internet?
A: Who cares.
Q: What will the fiction be about?
A: Something fictional, that did not actually happen.
Q: Will you ever go back to posting about falling asleep on quesadillas?
A: Probably.
Q: When?
A: It is weird to interview yourself.
Q: I need some coffee
A: Go get some
Q: This sucks
A: Yes. Yes, it does.
posted by Strikethru at
9:52 AM
4 Comments:
This is good news for me, because I love tiny dog fiction. I hope you'll still be posting some random anecdotes and observations, though. The stories about your CPR class and your past job interview disasters were great.
I agree! I also enjoy your occasional comic strip critiques.
I do not want to hear you even whisper the word "unblogging." Don't you dare!
I like this fiction idea. yes this is what I vote for.. tiny-dog needs to roam wherever possible. No leash for tiny-dog! just yap and bite people in the mall. I suspect strongly the serrated edge of tiny-dog's observational pen will slice, once again, into the web like a spork into a little debbie. what??
I was going to post a comment, but a meteor crashed through my roof and smashed up my computer. Luckily I had a spare, but then suddenly the space bar flew up and hit me in the eye and I had to go to the emergency room. While I was recovering I decided to post a comment using my cell phone, but apparently the goverment agents stole it, put a microchip in it preventing me from commenting on your site, and then returned it to my pocket. But in spite of everything, I still manged to comment (If you must know, I wrote this comment in invisible ink on a bar napkin, rolled it up and attached it to a carrier penguin who swam to a cruise ship where my assitant was vacationing who then transcribed the waterlogged and invisible text into a message and sent a ship-to-shore communique to me while I was in the hospital and then I borrowed one of the nurses Commodore 64s that had been upgraded with a web browser and typed this comment)
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