iPod Shuffle Meme

[pedanther]

The iPod Shuffle Meme

No, not that one. Let's be honest, when we need inspiration, the first place we go is our music library. So let's try something a little bit different. My music library is no help to me, but maybe it can be for someone else. Here's how this thing works:

1) Comment to this post, and I'll give you a prompt in the form of whatever song shuffles up next on whatever music player I've got going at the time. [Variant: If you prefer, I'll then randomly pick a moment in the song, and your prompt will be the line that's playing at that moment.]

2) Turn on the music player of your choice to shuffle, post this to your own journal and dole out prompts. No, you can't hide your shameful music. If it shuffles up, that's the gig.

3) Write/draw/whatever way you create for the prompt you've been given: post it. Again, no hiding the shame. Even if you think it's awful, post it.

4) Link your finished product to the prompt comment, because it's always lovely to see the results.

(via justice_turtle, who gave me "I Want to Go To Andorra" by Pete Seeger, and lost_spook, who gave me "Hole in My Pocket" by Sheryl Crow)


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"This is an outrage!" Rufus T. Firefly, President of Freedonia (hail, hail Freedonia!) shook his newspaper at Ministers Chicolini and Pinky. "It says here Andorra's entire military budget is four dollars and ninety cents! We can't let those pipsqueaks show us up! We must spend at least five fifty!"

Chicolini and Pinky exchanged glances.

"Atsa no problem, boss," said Chicolini. "We spenda more anna that on one soldier's breakfast."

"Find that soldier and fire him," said Firefly, waggling his eyebrows. "The army is a place for discipline and self-sacrifice, not extravagant meals."

"You sure, boss?"

"Certainly. Give him the boot, pronto."

Pinky crouched for a few moments, and rose up with something in his hand, which he held out to Firefly.

"What's this?"

"Itsa the boot, General," said Chicolini. "We're-a giving it to you. Our esteemed President has-a declared that-a the army is a place for discipline, not extravagance, and you're extravaganting away most of the army's budget."

Pinky nodded.

"Now listen, fellas," said General Firefly, Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of Freedonia (hail, hail Freedonia!). "When I said that stuff about self-sacrifice and avoiding extravagance, obviously I didn't mean me."

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"You can't keep this up forever."

"Yes, I can."

"You'll have to stop sometime."

"No, I won't."

The kid is being contrary. It's an occasional hazard, and usually he gets tired of it after a while, but this time he's kept it up all afternoon, long past the point where it was amusing to prompt him to deny that the sky was blue and he had ten toes.

"I have things to do."

"No, you don't."

"I don't need this distraction."

"Yes, you do."

For a moment I'm tempted to tell him I love him; see what the little terror makes of that. But no. Go down that path, and chances are it'll all end in tears. For somebody.

Fortunately, there are other options. There is one upside to him having carried on all afternoon.

"You're not going to keep this up all evening, too."

"Yes, I am."

There goes the hall clock. Saved by the bell.

"Hear that? It's dinner time."

"No, it's not," he says, then his ears catch up with his mouth.

"And I bet you're starving."

Comments

[thisbluespirit]

Oh, I like it! Nice use of the prompt. :-)

And the first one is pretty amusing, too.