I stumbled upon onesentence.org this afternoon, and was blown away. The idea, as described on the blog is …
“… about telling your story, briefly. Insignificant stories, everyday stories, or turning-point-in-your-life stories, boiled down to their bare essentials.”

Some come off as fictional, but many have that too-odd-or-embarassing-to-be-made-up ring of truth to them. Here are a few of my faves thus far (many months of archives to peruse…)

felinefevah
I panicked, thinking my precious fluffy cat had a tumor, until I realized he just had a Cocoa Puff stuck to his ass.

Eliot Scott
When I called my dad, crying, from journalism camp and told him I had no friends, he explained, “Well, Eliot, you’re kind of a nerd.”

Rebel
I lost the ping-pong tournament to an exchange student who apparently has nothing better to do in his country.

masokat
I love my friends, because who else would help me pack up and move 3 bedrooms worth of furniture and stuff in 5 hours, while my abusive, now ex, boyfriend was at work, blissfully unaware of my escape.

Aspergers Girl
Everything became clearer as I looked through old school projects and saw I listed the school librarian under the category of “best friend.”

Rusty
I went to college to dodge this war, and now I’m going to war to pay for college.

Like most of us, I spend far more time discussing the weather than I care to, As part of the un-written human social contract, we are obliged to listen to each other ramble, whine, and rant from time to time. There are times when an individual becomes persistent, consistent, and all together too annoying in their monologue. Admittedly, I have been one of them from time to time, and was blissfully unaware of it. In retrospect, I’m certain people let me go on about how the macro economic impact of blue smarties, or what ever beer fueled insanity was at hand, just to see how long I could go. I wish someone had found a way to shut me up.

So, I present to you the concept of the conversation stopper. We’re armed to the teeth with bon mots and introductory lines to get the talk rolling, but how to bring it to an end. If your at a party, you can always excuse yourself to hit the buffet or the bar without seeming too rude. However, what about those times when your on the bus, or trapped in your cubicle? Theatre line up? These are the times we rely on bravado, distraction, and the downright absurd to tame the situation Here are some exampls and suggessted conversation stoppers with a brief explanation.

THE OFFICE:
You co-worker leans into your cubicle, sending your X-men action figures into disarray and begins telling you in detail how this place sucks, why management sucks, and how he oughta be king of the world. Not once, but 3 times a day. here’s what you do.He starts off “y’know what sucks? I’ll tell you what sucks..” This is where you cut him off and say:

” Yeah, I know what sucks. Dragons. Big, leather skinned, fire breathing dragons. Like the ones that swoop into my backyard and burn the damn lawn. Landlord thinks I’m having campfires back there,and won’t listen when I tell him it’s the damn dragons! Dragons definitely suck.”

Now you have the whiner in the palm of your hand, He is stunned. He also thinks you are stark raving mad, but that’s the price you pay. You reeled him in by opening with ‘yeah, I know what sucks.’ He felt validated and listened to. Then you spun him around with the dragons and stunned him into silence by not only changing the subject, but changing the nature of the conversation to something creative and imaginary. Unable to escape his concrete fixation on the situation he is currently in (thinking work management and everything around him except for him, sucks) he can’t compete. Hell, he’s probably not interested in playing any more. Congratulations - you have reclaimed your cubicle. Now straighten up your X-men and get back to work.

THE BUS/THE MALL/ THE LINE-UP:
A complete stranger has just decided you are their confident, and proceeds to tell you about the intimate details of their tragic, tragic life and remarkable inability to be treasured for who they reeeaally are by family, friends and co-workers. The ‘nod and smile’ approach is insufficient in this situation. The polite but un-engaging “mm-hmm, I see.” is not acknowledged as the polite request to shut up and bugger off that it actually is - you need a conversation stopper, and fast.

Here’s how it goes:
You “Sir (or ma’am if appropriate), I think you ought to relax before your elevated blood pressure causes your glass eye to pop out.”

Them ” Glass eye? I don’t have a glass eye…”

You ” Realy? something looks off about your left eye. It doesn’t seem to focus, and the Iris is much bigger than the right. I just assumed…Maybe it’s just a tumour”

Them ” It is?!!? ohmygosohmygodohmygod!!!! I gotta go get this checked out!”

Once again, we have successfully used misdirection, ego, and absurdity to control the situation, and return a sense of order to our environment.

Remember that the keys are creativity,absurdity, and fear. If conceived and executed skillfully, the person will not only leave you alone, but pause to consider their behaviour in general. consider it a public service, or your good deed for the day.

I could use a little more of this: Patience

Seemed like a good idea at the time: Parachute pants

To Do

Today - Relax.

Next Week - Finish project .

Next Month - Fully engage yuletide denial as coping mechanism.

Next Life - Less running with scissors, more looking both ways before crossing.

Song stuck in my head: “Caroline No”, by The Beach Boys.

My most recent attempt at being quotable: If you stop learning, you’re screwed.

I could use a little more of this: Peace and quiet.

Seemed like a good idea at the time: Learning Japanese from manga. It turns out the phrase “We missed the last train to Shinjuku, now we will have to teleport.” is not as useful as it first seemed.

To Do

Today - Catch up on homework.

Next Week - Start new novel. Most likely William Gibson.

Next Month - Try not to freak out about Christmas.

Next Life - Watch the instant replay and see if I died a foolish death.

Crazy idea that just might work: Sub-dermal fiber optic implants, aka light tattoos.

Song stuck in my head: Careless Whisper, by Wham. Don’t ask - I don’t know how it got in there either.

My most recent attempt at being quotable: If you want a degree, you need a college. If you want an education, you need a library card.

Tv-1

In lieu of such an event actually occuring, I recommend:
video player

200708220755 The Spam Dance - Second in world wide popularity, right behind the Chicken Dance.

Today is a momentous occasion. My trusty Akimset spam filter has blocked 3000 instances of time wasting, bandwidth hogging garbage.

I think I’ll celebrate by taking a cocktail of cialis, oxycontin, and ritalin (all purchased at the lowest possible price, nad deliverd within 24 hours, naturally). This will help me get my head on straight and prepare me for buying foreign currency at below market rates. The profits from this, I will of course use for my much needed Florida state home insurance.

I love the delete key.

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So, I go link hopping looking for some comic book covers to mash-up, bastardize, and generally have fun with, and I got side tracked.
I came of age in the cassette era, and just narrowly missed the horror of some of these gems.

What was the meeting for this album like?

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Management : “Look, we signed these guys for a tax write off, so it doesn’t matter how gay the cover is.”
Art Department: ” I know just the image…”
Obviously, these dudes are ManoWar fans.
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Wow! roger is one DEEP cat -Plus he has sequins (just in case being deep doesn’t cut it on its own).

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No, Freddie, they aren’t. They faked it because they sick and goddamn tired of your white tie with white shirt and white boots, uber-vanilla lifestyle.
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So this is is where they come from…..
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This anachronistic discomfort brought to you from the archives at coverbrowser.com.

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