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Write in Haste; Repent at Leisure

A couple of days ago, thanks to Pete, I found out about a fun writing contest, which I decided at the last minute, to take part in. At Bighappyfunhouse, every week they post a new and interesting picture, and the challenge is to write a short story about said picture. Well, I didn't win, but I had a blast writing my story. I found out about the contest at the last minute, so I wrote my opus in less than an hour. That's my excuse, ok? Another reason I didn't win was probably because of my excessive use of foul language, so if you read the story, you have been warned, ok? I can't explain it. I took one look at the picture and said to myself, "That cat looks mighty pissed, and he wants to get the fuck out of there." And yes, for those in the know, I was inspired by the brilliant writing of Bruce Erik Kaplan, in his hilarious The Cat That Changed My Life. If you haven't read it, and you love cats and damned funny writing, then get the goddam book.

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Many moons ago, when I was a Library Technician, I worked for a time at McMaster Univesity. While there, I took quite a few university courses. It really bothered me that other highschool friends had gone to university, but I had not. So for all the wrong reasons, I was bound and determined to get my degree in English. I had such romantic, unrealistic notions about what university life was like, and it did not take very long for all those sacred cows to be turned into meatloaf. And so what did I do with this new-found knowledge?

I wrote a silly poem, of course.

Note: This silly poem is just based on some of my past experiences, and does not reflect my overall positive view of university professors as a whole.

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Ok, this snippet is pure unadaulterated silliness.

Recently a cartoonist chum created a new nickname for me: Smrots. If you haven't noticed, it's 'Storms' spelled backwards. I kinda like it. But it got me thinking. 'Smrots' sounds like some sort of nasty creature that sneaks into your bed at night, bites your toes and shits in your boots.

So naturally, I had to draw one, and the epic poem followed.

Eat your heart out, Chaucer.

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Another snippet for your reading pleasure.

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Oh the hell with it. If Pammy can share her creative writing with the rest of the world, then so can I. That may not be the best excuse for inflicting my creative words on unsuspecting others, but it's all I got. So a new regular feature has been created. Snippets of my creative words, usually kept only for yours truly. I was inspired to do this by this guy and this guy. Oh yeah, and by Pammy, of course.