Plaid Pants in White

Writing is a multi-headed bitch. And the patience required to deal with the old girl is daunting. It’s the writer’s job  to make the reader’s job easy. You see... readers are lazy and yet they want every little thing just so—effortlessly. 
They want connection. 
They want to be intrigued.
They want the thrills of adventure without the confusion.
They want to taste their first kiss over and over again.
They are exactly like me and I love them for that.
  
Random musical entertainment: A place where even squares can have a ball (no disrespect to Merle... but point made).

Munk's opening line:
Flying is not for the weak of wing.
Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

The Old Mill Stream of Consciousness

A little about me... it is my blog after all.
I'm old. I know this because I am grizzled. I wish my voice was deeper, it would help my acting career. Perhaps I should take up smoking.
My kids enjoy playing games on the floor. I don't, it hurts to get up. My leg went to sleep the other day while building a marble maze with my ten-year old. It took two shots of espresso to wake it up. I ended up walking in circles for hours.
I wanted to name my first born "Invention" but my wife, Necessity, wouldn't abide, she claimed the name was cliché. I love her to death, but I'm not sure I necessarily need Necessity's allegories. So, I said so, in so many words, and found out that I do so... necessarily.
But enough about me...

I submit more music... if you failed to click on the link I posted a couple of weeks ago for The Be Good Tanyas, you are in luck... it's smooth, it's creamy, it's Oootischenia and ever so Canadian...

Munk's opening line:
Sneezy hated Groucho's visits; his cigars made him cough.

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Nutcracker Epitome

For the unfamiliar, this week I submit a gem: The Pogues "Fairytale of New York". Often covered, never matched, this studio version from 1987 feature's Shane MacGowan's gravel-hammer voice in a restrained duet with Kirsty MacColl. For her part, Kirsty's precise and sturdy vocal's weave effortlessly through Shane's powerful turn. Two of the best at their best.

The epitome of the Christmas ballad.

Munk's opening line,

Bathed in red light, tiny Vampire Elvis loosened his cape and topped off his lungs with air. 

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

PS... did you notice Matt Dillon at the beginning of the vid?

My Ten-Year-Old's Gorilla

An auto-feed paper towel dispenser ignored me this morning. Either my pre-coffee, matte-finish expression was insufficient in reflecting a requisite number of photons or the machine simply gave me the brush-off. Perhaps I appeared untrustworthy or undeserving or both. Whatever the reason, the oh-so important wipey-box would not relinquish its water absorbent booty.

So I danced. As embarrassing as it sounds I waved my hands, smiled expectantly, and pleaded audibly with the stingy machine—all to no avail.

With an air of contempt, I wiped my hands on my pants and departed, leaving the auto-dispenser to stew in its own self importance. Technology is so overrated. 

For Munk's opening line, we have a vote this week... which book would you read?

We drank to the tears of our slain enemies.


or....
We drank the tears of our slain enemies.


or... (this is a late entry offered by my 10 year old).
A deep rumbling sound emanated from the dark cavern. A split second later a giant gorilla burst through the wall.

Munk's (and now Jensen's) "Opening Lines" are yours to keep, use them. Munk

Prodding Your Muse with Head Cheese

“America on Horseback”… Charlie Pickett (click on A. on Horseback)

Social Medionics and Viral Qualifiers

So, okay, a little rant about social media.

I’ll admit I’m a noob, but STFU. I think social media enables soft language which in turn fosters weak opinions. Have any other bloggers, facebookers, or tweeters noticed the overabundance of qualifiers (grin). IMHO, written opinions should be delivered with little humility. I mean—mean what you say and say what you mean (just saying). 

If you're wit me, give a WOOT, whatever that is. Or maybe scream “RAWK!” Isn’t this new spelling sensation ka-RAY-zee as well!? Luv it (Squee!). Further, I find it annoying to have to be alerted when someone is attempting humor (LOL!). If it ain't funny, don't type it (LMAO!). 

Okay, so really, I mean like, totally no offense peeps *hugs*.  Sarcasm aside, I think we can do better (ROTFL). If anyone reads this, plz let me know, k?, c u.

Munk's opening line...

I went out to find myself yesterday and wound up buying a waffle iron (WTF?).

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Blogus Speedonus Dystopius

Welcome to Dystopia, population everyone. Where no one makes sense except for Protag and his trusty sidekick, Sidekick. Enjoy a lovely dinner of crow and perhaps a side of Sidekick. You can wash it all down with a cold bowl of administroni soup. Just like Mom used to make.

Love, Munk

This week's dystopian opening line,
If today’s satisfaction quotient is Purple, why did I just dodge my third falling smile?

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk