One of the reasons for this blog, other than utter nonsense and keeping up with a trend 3 years passe already, is to just try to write down the sudden utterly odd thoughts which pass through my head. Ask yourself, or anybody who knows me properly. They come by the bakers dozen.
So, for your delight (or not), here's one of them.
Remember when there was first
Flowers for Algernon? Then
Tears for Fears,
Requiem for a Dream,
Bowling for Columbine and their copycats like the
Centre for Disease Control and the cheap imitation,
Three for 1 Dollar. And now, in the vein of all that, here's my very own:
Carrots for Shadowfax.
Gandalf: See ah, I blow whistle.
Across the valley the sound of thundering hooves echo, and far away, along the horizon, a white speck appears.
Gandalf: Darn it.
Gandalf proceeds to wipe the white speck from his glasses.
The sun begins to cloud over, shy for being embarassed but the utter lens flare surrounding Shadowfax. In it's gleaming white coat, the king of all mares appears replendent in it's ethereal pearl white beauty.
Shadowfax: Neigh.
Gandalf: Nah, carrot.
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