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Our Daily Beard – 01/02/13

I’m trying to come up with a 100 word story.

 

I’d love to enter this Kobo/Jeffrey Archer competition – Sir Clickington.

It’s hard. Here’s the first attempt:

 

I used to be a wizard. Nobody else knows. I had power at my fingertips. Respect, too.

But I lost my power, cursed by the drink. Bad spirits. Now, I struggle to even speak. My beard is knotted, my robes tattered. I reek, unwashed, shuffling from place to place with no home of my own. Disgraced.

People mistake my tales of myth and magic for madness, brought on by the drink. They don’t believe me. They see only the addled, bearded ruin. The tramp. Only I can remember.

They call me a drunkard, but I used to be a wizard.

 

 
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Our Daily Beard – 30/01/13

Halloo, glorious day for it!

 

Well, I’m resolved to post more.  Don’t let the title fool you- if it actually becomes daily, I’ll eat my hat, while wearing it. To make this viable and avoid clashing with my busy schedule, I’ve decided that these posts can be super short. We’re talking 100 words or thereabouts.

That’s few!

 

What to talk about today? I was trying to think of something fun to do on Twitter today and I have half of an idea. It involves grabbing your copy of American Gods, finding a page and line based on the date or time (maybe time for more variance? I’m not yet sure if the idea is for other people to play along) and posting it.

Today was page 9, line 13: ‘…got a second chance. Make the most of it.’

Not sure yet if that’s the end of the game- just people comparing lines from American Gods to gleam some vague amusement or insight (it was a fairly poignant line to happen upon). Would prefer the game to be more interactive, but what’s the next step? Within the confines of Twitter? Maybe turn said line (or part of it) into a hashtag and get people’s thoughts on it?

Bah, I’ll think upon it. My twitter link is on the right sidebar (@maverickagent).

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I didn’t even know that Mick Jagger HAD hooves…

Right, help me out here.

Why- oh, why- doth anyone listen to Maroon 5?

Maroon… ugh… the colour of cheap strip clubs.

Well, there’s no strait answer, is there? I suppose their catchy melodies might have some kind of hypnotic effect. Even the best of us have tapped a toe or hummed a chord against our free will, after being programmed by the merest snatch of music from television, radio or newspaper. No, wait, newspapers don’t have audio. I’m remembering the future again.

 

While I can’t possibly explain this phenomenon without callipers, archaic phrenological brain maps and a car battery, I can posit this:

Maroon 5 can be infinitely improved by becoming MAROONED 5.

Picture the scene: a quintet of musicians become marooned on a desert island. We don’t know why exactly- insert savage backstory of mutiny or pirate attack aboard a cruise liner- but these disparate and desperate gents find themselves totally up the Crusoe.

Fortunately, they find that they have ample food supply in the form of fruit (possible lotophagi side quest frolics) and boar (amusing aside where ‘city boys’ try to learn to hunt… with a hint of Lord of the Flies).

The only other thing on the island of use to them is flotsam from the ship- their instruments, the radio, and misc. other things like booze and models and a Somali pirate who has a change of heart and becomes their lovable sidekick, Bang Bang.

They know little of navigation, so they set to using the radio to learn how to pinpoint their location from the stars. While having a charming episodic dialogue with the mainland (maybe a witty, intelligent and implied-to-be-beautiful coastguard lady), they decide to ‘jam’ with their acoustic instruments and some, oh, I don’t know, bamboo pipes and boar skin bongos.

Marooned 5 are born- their little radio exchanges, featuring backstory, side adventures and desert island concerts, become a worldwide phenomenon. People tune in across the globe to hear the music of these plucky men who have turned adversity into creativity, producing a pure music of hope and artistic simplicity that warms the hearts of all who hear it.

This, I would listen to.

When the coastguard chick leads a rescue ship to finally meet our heroes face-to-face and fall in love with the lead singer, they are shocked to find that Bang Bang has killed them all in their sleep.

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