tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31149648029405414562024-02-20T18:11:20.003-06:00RANDY RAY SIDES BLOGSM-N-Y---C-R-E-A-T-V---I-D-E-Z---M-U-S-T---G-T---O-U-TUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-51243101947373438872011-01-28T00:46:00.017-06:002011-04-09T05:54:20.958-05:00Life in a Day - THEY USED MY CLIP!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWba5xrDcPqbswZ4ENDfnmkiPUu3WMQPhX0-yogCOXY2eZtfWcmNNjXmg8RR189sP-yWq22XDRVrJSHpHxzjmLSonjXj39flI_nGe5CldGPwIDkB-vQf_wsFlHZ16ZhLWXlM5RJWcONqf/s1600/piclife.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593533447016397682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWba5xrDcPqbswZ4ENDfnmkiPUu3WMQPhX0-yogCOXY2eZtfWcmNNjXmg8RR189sP-yWq22XDRVrJSHpHxzjmLSonjXj39flI_nGe5CldGPwIDkB-vQf_wsFlHZ16ZhLWXlM5RJWcONqf/s400/piclife.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVvoFFVnFs8/TUJr-3cOJII/AAAAAAAAADc/gVVUqZGx5CM/s1600/piclife.jpg"></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm about as excited as I can be.</span></b> </span></span><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b></div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">I'll be short, because I'm about to go to bed, but I watched the premier of Ridley Scott/Kevin Macdonald/YouTube's documentary "Life in a Day" that was streamed on YouTube tonight from the Sundance Film Festival, and it was the thrill of a lifetime to see a chunk of the footage I'd submitted appearing in the middle of one of the most beautifully-crafted documentaries I've ever seen.</span></b></div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></b></div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Then I watched Kevin Macdonald (director) and Joe Walker (film editor) get up on stage afterward and prove to be the class acts they'd appeared to be throughout this whole process -- they and the rest of the production crew, who were so extremely kind, helpful, and professional throughout all the correspondences of these last six months.</span></b></div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></b></div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">I love YouTube.</span></b></div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b></div><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-82436802375334416352010-09-22T18:22:00.008-05:002011-01-28T10:40:21.893-06:00FARMVILLE FOREST - Randy Ray Sides<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">T<span style="color:#000000;">he best thing I ever did in "Farmville" was to sell </span><span style="color:#000000;">everything I had</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#000000;">and </span><span style="color:#000000;">plant a million trees:</span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmeVrAiXKzJWthqznM7wEj243ugr9UlCbc8fXyiY9-ws_l-xIjU_Qh7U4IEluPuVvmpIqmHras9OXwTWEU0sHXed-5EEmwciJuyYNaDt-5V8xrvlDeR-bROaHu2qIKhK08RAMC9zUcFn5/s1600/FARMVILLE+FOREST.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmeVrAiXKzJWthqznM7wEj243ugr9UlCbc8fXyiY9-ws_l-xIjU_Qh7U4IEluPuVvmpIqmHras9OXwTWEU0sHXed-5EEmwciJuyYNaDt-5V8xrvlDeR-bROaHu2qIKhK08RAMC9zUcFn5/s400/FARMVILLE+FOREST.jpg" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 529px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519882583386065314" border="0" alt="" /></a></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Now all I have to do is hire an Arborist once a week and SEE YA!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;">****************************************************************</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;">EDIT January 2011: Below is what it looked like about four months later, with 2,500-or-so trees.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"><br /></span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1bT5I9EKAYSdkUPs-18ur1QUER981GPqtELO9QNwem_FV64dkM63Vukc8DrFAjfJGztyRnx2x40x7PDKTigDBP64f_ph_uwQjRRa3Z8DqGfPmBdZJj8K83RMD10Kzl6RCvIdk6vfEK-m/s400/2500trees2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567273888469305442" /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-87702278677220771792010-09-15T18:51:00.011-05:002010-09-15T19:44:22.971-05:00FIFTY-FIVE FICTION<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One birthday, I received a <strong>book</strong> from my brother called <em><strong>The World's Shortest Stories</strong></em> (edited by Steve Moss). Each story contained the <strong>four elements</strong> that define a story (<strong>setting, characters, conflict</strong>, and <strong>resolution</strong>), but each was <strong>exactly 55 words long</strong>.<br/><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The concept is called <strong><em>Fifty-Five Fiction</em></strong>.<br/><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It is a complete genre unto itself, and there exist a number of published collections as well as a web site devoted entirely to the genre. </span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Each story must have 55 words</strong> -- no more, no less. So I decided to take up the challenge. Here's my <em>Fifty-Five Fiction</em> story:</span></span></span></div><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><br />* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>COLD<br/><br /></strong></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Lost in the blizzard and hunkered down, I would awaken periodically to howling blackness. But the warm coccoon of my Dad's tight embrace would comfort me.<br/><br /></strong></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So when, finally, my eyes opened to the glare of flashlights and the barking of bloodhounds, it was a horrible bittersweet.<br/> </span></strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span></strong></span></span><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Because I awoke saved. <br /><br/></span></strong></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">But I awoke cold.<br /><br/></span></strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></div></span></span></span><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">RANDY RAY SIDES</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-58485341160185407252010-08-07T10:31:00.005-05:002010-08-08T12:09:21.790-05:00CHARLIE THE WONDERDOG FETCHES<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='472' height='391' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwwN5S9tEKVEpV0WgKloirscLQaO7MOg5DDCIcNXF27MG5GEMp2B7vwlKJdDpAMRA12xSji7l6mSnYrlkcLRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-67144046765671156522010-08-03T12:26:00.004-05:002010-08-03T12:31:07.942-05:00I'M GONNA MAKE IT SOMEDAY - Randy Ray Sides<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">This is called "Raw". It represents a shimmer of light in a soul emerging from depression.<br /><br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwyzt-dUmiRZkxr90srB9s0ck0b7zf4zHAcEF76Q_Ra2BJOT5KST1zcyJ11XOchiZKqw3nANsXM5Lv27NQdrg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-38843186162419876802010-08-01T11:58:00.010-05:002011-04-09T05:53:39.677-05:00LIFE IN A DAY YOUTUBE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GUmMauC6wU80EjpqM0XpcB9V02ObjwdAkKxfTPoOLf-5aw9JlNNpwUeqmC1aUZQyuF-MtGuNwV9R3O-NrNeiyb9ibr-anNEHv-gQwN0Wn9Q6Qm-bDFLyhyphenhyphen4g8Enc_ZZWRH7BMxiTD5La/s1600/piclife.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500956666718526818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GUmMauC6wU80EjpqM0XpcB9V02ObjwdAkKxfTPoOLf-5aw9JlNNpwUeqmC1aUZQyuF-MtGuNwV9R3O-NrNeiyb9ibr-anNEHv-gQwN0Wn9Q6Qm-bDFLyhyphenhyphen4g8Enc_ZZWRH7BMxiTD5La/s400/piclife.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Yes, I took part in that grand YouTube project called "Life in a Day", where the people of our planet were invited to film their day on 7-24-2010 and then submit the raw footage, where it will be reviewed by some well-know filmmakers for possible inclusion in a first-of-its-kind movie.</strong></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>And here's the reason I did it: Long term drug use will make you asocial, and, very often (depending largely on the substance(s) abused), antisocial. My decade of substance abuse took me on a course that --although not opposed to society-- was no longer "within" society. I was a self-imposed outcast, and with "Life in a Day", I felt that I was doing something "with" larger society. It's part of the slow process of post chemical-dependency resocialization (not that I'm out of the woods yet as far as my addictions go). It's a step in the right direction, and it felt good.</strong></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>When I first read about the project in USA Today in early July, I was planning on shooting the day in my hometown of Bridgeport, Nebraska, where I'd assumed I'd be on 7-24. But I unexpectedly went to Big Lake, Minnesota, and that's where I shot the footage, because that's where I was on "The Day".</strong></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>After that day was done and the filming was complete, I spent hours editing the footage into a ten-minute video complete with titles and musical score. Then, the night of the submission deadline, I read what I should have read weeks before: "No editing, no music, no titles. Just raw footage."</strong></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>So that's what I ended up doing. I simply submitted all the raw footage in five big chunks and left it at that, because that's what they wanted.</strong></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>So, even if my footage goes nowhere, it still feels good to have been a part of it all. I feel that much more a part of society again.</strong></span> </div><strong></strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-43631066546289986962010-07-31T18:12:00.004-05:002010-07-31T18:23:30.702-05:00HAPPINESS IS A WARM TOILET SEAT IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM - Randy Ray Sides<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4bpPYA2S4SH2XvYxsZ2gYIPYwbhxCjlyJmmGmpXWVED5A-zTHwon1GK5ZO7B-HR7vCrjR4eUHqz6Yz5O5WUO2JT2uNSqreayAYpBRCt2QaOiW9gvYPYKvyQzdozFMs24gznjObUf3B0H/s1600/happiness.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500212544203676098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4bpPYA2S4SH2XvYxsZ2gYIPYwbhxCjlyJmmGmpXWVED5A-zTHwon1GK5ZO7B-HR7vCrjR4eUHqz6Yz5O5WUO2JT2uNSqreayAYpBRCt2QaOiW9gvYPYKvyQzdozFMs24gznjObUf3B0H/s400/happiness.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The original, wordless image was public domain. I added the words at the suggestion of Shane Bateman. Saturday, July 31, 2010.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-22366029484360570282010-05-31T14:38:00.000-05:002010-05-31T14:38:58.238-05:00MARK ZUCKERBERG RULZ!<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/RflxLPzyxf8/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RflxLPzyxf8&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RflxLPzyxf8&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-55718347437183518552010-02-27T01:55:00.003-06:002010-02-27T09:23:57.993-06:00TRACTOR MEME<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxr4pVQWshR6WrurjYNhpws23oN23hxg7h6HIQd20mnCAcosXB8o_6_8XYmRRuJH_Wzx1IEcmQBtVKVZrETw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">I had a dream last night. In this dream, I was playing guitar and singing gibberish, like I usually do.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">And then, all of a sudden, God dropped a John Deere tractor on me. And He said "WILL YA <em>STOP </em>ALREADY?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">And I said "Mmpf."</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">And He said "Spread this throughout the whole land of cyberspace: No more high-pitched whining. NO MORE! I've had enough. Have a nice day."</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">And He waved His magic wand, and now I'm sitting at the computer, etc</span>.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-35693064579617589672010-02-22T15:40:00.002-06:002010-02-22T15:44:58.696-06:00RANDY RAY SIDES "TOP TEN REASONS I'M TAKING TIME AWAY FROM FACEBOOK"<div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Click the list to enlarge:</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hR-Jr8naRP8KJIrO7vfYUVHkKAcrO0iS4fU-9pJlU6B7V36uXmwuw89sxQicTHuderjdGvbUD7lw47Vifm98ziGSNMfLksRIQwpbjWlLRVdR8NeJFa9v6yB6hgYU1tgQvxSIfnXobVdp/s1600-h/rfacebook2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441186709582976898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hR-Jr8naRP8KJIrO7vfYUVHkKAcrO0iS4fU-9pJlU6B7V36uXmwuw89sxQicTHuderjdGvbUD7lw47Vifm98ziGSNMfLksRIQwpbjWlLRVdR8NeJFa9v6yB6hgYU1tgQvxSIfnXobVdp/s400/rfacebook2.jpg" /></a></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Just kidding, Dolson.</strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-6933892965649596752010-02-22T15:30:00.003-06:002010-02-22T15:34:22.257-06:00KENNETH V. FLETCHER IS A SUPERGENIUS<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">This guitar study is dedicated to my wonderful friend, mentor, and role model, Ken Fletcher, who is leaving it all behind for a resort island in Europe. I owe you a lot, Ken. Thank you</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQmd9ew1NwBG3qJxngpYrI5bOla3V3UHiXuA-x6U-m9ZQKDl34ot2xCRt64ltSgYEyigqgX7Yo3NVO-ezuTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-40473808490970567012010-02-22T15:19:00.005-06:002010-02-22T15:26:47.063-06:00I'VE DEVELOPED A UNIQUE GUITAR METHOD!<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;">Click on the ad below for more details:</span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_QNQkPdPrZZtUYy12Qm4rwBD1yxTHmSvyF60toIXbpRTd74t9qS-a01v81F43j8IDPa9e3SVjg9n5FGq9A_kWRV5cekV7zr8j0B66soudWLn0ACGpzdEYyXGCMvbbKszz7EwEb3stHDV/s1600-h/GEETARRRR5.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441181314698128962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_QNQkPdPrZZtUYy12Qm4rwBD1yxTHmSvyF60toIXbpRTd74t9qS-a01v81F43j8IDPa9e3SVjg9n5FGq9A_kWRV5cekV7zr8j0B66soudWLn0ACGpzdEYyXGCMvbbKszz7EwEb3stHDV/s400/GEETARRRR5.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-8900822078560347122010-02-22T01:41:00.005-06:002010-09-15T18:54:39.617-05:00FIFTY-FIVE FICTION<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One birthday, I received a <strong>book</strong> from my brother called <em><strong>The World's Shortest Stories</strong></em> (edited by Steve Moss). Each story contained the <strong>four elements</strong> that define a story (<strong>setting, characters, conflict</strong>, and <strong>resolution</strong>), but each was <strong>exactly 55 words long</strong>.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The concept is called <strong><em>Fifty-Five Fiction</em></strong>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It is a complete genre unto itself, and there exist a number of published collections as well as a web site devoted entirely to the genre. <strong>Each story must have 55 words</strong> -- no more, no less. So I decided to take up the challenge. Here's my <em>Fifty-Five Fiction</em> story:</span><br /><br />* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>COLD<br /></strong><br /><strong>Lost in the blizzard and hunkered down, I would awaken periodically to howling blackness. But the warm coccoon of my Dad's tight embrace would comfort me. </strong><br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So when, finally, my eyes opened to the glare of flashlights and the barking of bloodhounds, it was a horrible bittersweet. </span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Because I awoke saved.</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I awoke cold.</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />RANDY RAY SIDES</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-67997617218309817562010-01-16T08:26:00.005-06:002010-01-16T09:00:06.239-06:00<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzNo4cYS1JEsxA4scVq6WD8sOlWIM7P6kQkIHzTgwMiOJ40MCYc_xiZWdTzKHltD9yGesiWe5nDz3-IRswkdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I've spent the last month wrapped up in watching my <em>YouTube</em> "View Count" ticker. 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<span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I've recently compiled twelve very short stories into a volume titled <em>Twelve Tiny Twisted Tales</em>. What it is is this: It is a volume of twelve tiny, twisted stories, which is another way of saying <em>Twelve Tiny Twisted Tales</em>, which, incidentally, is the name of the book. The reason I've entitled the book this way is this: It is titled this way because of this: The reason is: I've written the stories in such a way that they correspond to a firm belief of mine, which is as follows: <strong><em>I like to be brief and straight to the point</em></strong>. This is the reason the book is called <em>Twelve Tiny Twisted Tales</em>. And that's the reason.<br />
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</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Above you will see the cover and one of the stories. Please click on the image to enlarge it.<br />
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</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">To order a book, please blow your alphorn and send a pigeon with $10 tied to its leg. You could have used the much less tedious method of emailing a request were I not paranoid and reluctant to give out my email address.<br />
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</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Once I have received your order, you may find your copy of the book in a corked bottle on the shore of Lake Superior. Shipping will take one to two years.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-48339193571473617952009-12-16T02:13:00.004-06:002010-02-22T02:12:31.180-06:00RANDY'S "TOP TEN REASONS I'M CONSIDERING SKIPPING MY 20th HIGH SCHOOL CLASS REUNION NEXT YEAR:<span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">10. Everybody else got an invitation; I got a letter saying it's been cancelled</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">9. The lobotomy makes me fall down a lot</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">8. I look ten years older than everybody else </span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">7. If they wouldn't let me come naked ten years ago, they probably won't this time, either</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">6. Concerned that my body guards and entourage will cause a scene</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">5. The last time I tried to escape from the asylum, I got beaten senseless</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4. Afraid they'll find out my "40-room mansion" is really a boarding house</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. Still miffed about losing Student Council by one vote sophomore year</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2. I just started my nineteenth job in 20 years; they won't let me take time off</span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:x-large;color:black;">1. Dolson</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-58816524741185953642009-12-08T18:53:00.008-06:002009-12-10T01:31:37.995-06:00BLACK CAT MAGIC<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='578' height='393' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyv7nbE-ktC3flBhP-1uOyc8EFw4ID0e03XuQ2wURn8FuxcF8534cJijkJTaMxRkdHIt5gSW9yp7kMwP3BgBw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I took a piece of <strong><em>ham</em></strong> and a <strong><em>camera</em></strong> and I set the piece of ham</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><strong><em>outside</em></strong> and I set up the camera to <strong><em>record</em></strong> to see what happened </span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and what happened was that after about <strong><em>20 minutes</em></strong> a <strong><em>crow</em></strong> came </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and <strong><em>flew off</em></strong> with the <strong><em>ham</em></strong>, and then about <strong><em>10 minutes</em></strong> later a local </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">stray <strong><em>black cat</em></strong> that I <strong><em>feed</em></strong> all the time came by and apparently</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><strong><em>smelled the ham</em></strong> and then it <strong><em>left</em></strong> and then nothing happened but</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a few leaves fell in front of the camera so what I did was I did this I <strong><em>edited</em></strong> the recording to make it kind of look like the <strong><em>crow</em></strong> ate the ham and <strong><em>turned into the cat</em></strong> since they're both like the <strong><em>same color</em></strong> and all and then I added some <strong><em>graphics</em></strong> and stuff yep<br />
</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-50824955080386314482009-06-14T10:38:00.003-05:002009-06-14T10:47:47.117-05:00ANTIQUES ROAD SHOW FIASCO<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Did you catch <em>Antiques Roadshow </em>this week? I did, and it ended up a bit of a bust. I even happened to find an article about it. Click on it to enlarge it:</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzoW2xiv3NOiuWNh4xJrdN9bAXrXMr_gh2dnG4ftMrCaybt9xJ08XVVBW5dldUJ1b3uCMFbFpn_EzIL0U4rwD6ckqHDW9NT-jp9bSudDMj5dXV6PIewhik77gB2cCYSyzlMrvVpsQd4M3/s1600-h/arsFinal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208483710721458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzoW2xiv3NOiuWNh4xJrdN9bAXrXMr_gh2dnG4ftMrCaybt9xJ08XVVBW5dldUJ1b3uCMFbFpn_EzIL0U4rwD6ckqHDW9NT-jp9bSudDMj5dXV6PIewhik77gB2cCYSyzlMrvVpsQd4M3/s400/arsFinal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-86037404445844802482009-05-28T17:04:00.001-05:002009-06-02T23:47:56.509-05:00RANDY'S "TOP TEN REASONS I HAVEN'T BEEN POSTING ON BLOGGER"<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">10. MySpace<br /><br />9. YouTube<br /><br />8. Facebook<br /><br />7. My pet chimp hogs the computer<br /><br />6. I ran away from home<br /><br />5. Got confused and kept playing "Frogger" instead<br /><br />4. Like a bird, I keep attacking my own reflection in the monitor<br /><br />3. Spent three months memorizing pi to 400,000 decimal places for world record attempt; when Guinness showed up, could only remember "3.14"<br /><br />2. When you jump off a water tower, the parachute doesn't have time to open<br /><br />1. Forgot my password</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114964802940541456.post-47951927359840595202009-04-30T13:56:00.000-05:002009-04-30T14:01:31.146-05:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A number of years ago I blogged on Blogger, but I slacked. Now it's time to continue. The blog that inspired me to begin blogging again on Blogger was Grosvenor Square by Melissa Amateis. Thanks, Melissa!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2