time for a round of: you give me a title, i will give you a story (or story summary)!

This meme went around HP at one point (and probably elsewhere as well), and I always enjoyed it.

Here is how to play:

1. You give me a title for a story.

2. I will come up with 100 words of either story summary or drabble-sized story to go with your title.

Go!

listmaking notes and observations, tyv edition, 2/7/10

SPECIAL NOTE: There will be no list posts next weekend as your humble scribe will be sailing in distant seas.

Ryan: This week seemed to be in-joke week. Or perhaps "razz Alex Greenwald about being unwashed and/or ridiculous" week. (Side note: Flamin' Hot Cheetos & pizza sandwich should be nicknamed "indigestion on a plate". My tastebuds are recoiling in fear just thinking about it. Also, I saw a Smart Car on the street here and damn those things are TINY. Greenwald probably didn't drive it because he doesn't enjoy navigating with his knees literally up his nose.) Aside from that, Ryan had a fleetingly good hair day, encouraged us to follow another friend of his on Twitter, and, I'm inferring, went to the "secret" The Like show.

Jon: Posted a picture of some trees, participated in "razz Alex Greenwald" week, informed us that his favorite actor is John Goodman, referenced a Frank Sinatra song, and told us that he and Silent Bob Andy will be "setting sail" for California soon, to meet up with Ryan, Nick and "keyboard man". (I'm guessing that keyboard man is NOT Erick, since probably would have just said Erick, if that was who he meant.) Also: this confirms my suspicion that Andy is based out of Chicago.

Nick: Was busy recording drums for nine hours (!) and later admiring a golden moon, then apparently de-cluttered his life in preparation for couch-surfing; answered Michael Runion's trivia question; mentioned a bunch of music (Yes, Montell Jordan, Black Apples, Abe Vigoda (band), High Places); reassured some fans that tour dates are coming soon and also there will be multiple tours; mulled the wisdom of letting Levi's pay him a relatively tiny amount of money to use a picture of him dancing in their store window; and finally played a show with The Black Apples.

Andy: Had quite a chatty week, in which he went to the sushi market; discussed being Very Serious About His Waffles; told a fan the tour would go at least near Little Rock, AR; apparently ran into difficulties at the passport agency (is this a sign that they may be going to Canada, too?) and made a comment to Jon Walker re: the usefulness of maps.

listmaking notes and observations P!aTD edition, 2/7/2010

Brendon: Watched a John C. Reilly movie, though he didn't say which one, and his exchange with Dallon didn't clarify matters (also: mousetrap and s'mores? what?), and then he and Spencer (and Shane, Zack, and Butch Walker) evidently had the most fun ever making a serial killer movie. He wrapped up with sharing a link to a wedding give-away contest on behalf of a friend of a friend.

Spencer: Too busy filming to tweet; only two this week, and both of them were wedding give-away related.

listmaking notes and observations, Travie McCoy, 2/7/2010

A lot of music this week: the Nappy Boy All-Star Mix Tape, Michael Jackson, a bunch of Cobra Starship, Shyheim via YouTube (his blog post about rap in the 1990s is interesting, too), Rod Stewart via his and Pete's BFF tattoos, and also an early Gym Class record that was featured in an exchange with a fan. He also went to the BET Haiti fundraiser, where he visited with Common, and later hung out with Pete Wentz. In other news, in addition to the Mix Tape, he seems to be still hard at work on his solo record as well as on a new Gym Class record. And he successfully made himself dinner at least once.

meme results

1. runs in the family, for egelantier

( Brendon looks down at the shopping list one more time. )

2. so wait for the stone on your window (i'll shout my love to the stars) for loreleilynn

It's late. The house is quiet. Spencer is violently awake and watching a stupid horror movie on his laptop, hoping maybe it will bore him to sleep. It takes him a while to realize the muffled clink clink he's hearing isn't part of the awesomely ridiculous soundtrack. He takes his earbuds out and walks toward the window. Somehow he doesn't think burglars would bother throwing pebbles at his window. When he pulls back the curtain, he sees Ryan squinting up at him from the lawn. He's wearing a black trenchcoat, a stupid hat, and has a boombox on his shoulder. When Spencer opens the window, Ryan presses a button and the opening chords of All the Small Things ripple out into the night.

"Oh my god," Spencer says. "Turn that the fuck off and get in here, you asshole."

Ryan grins broadly and, for once, does as he's told.

3. weapon and the wound for shinshan

Spencer can remember the first moment Pete put a sword in his hand. It was a heavy thing, awkwardly balanced, and battle-scarred. The grip bit at the soft flesh of his fingers, streaking his palm with blood every time he touched it. Later Pete had given him a better, lighter blade that slid easily out of its scabbard and sliced cleanly through fabric and flesh. That blade Spencer wears on his hip. The first one Spencer keeps in his rooms, on a shelf near his bed. He practices with it daily, barehanded. When the water in the wash basin turns pink, he knows honor has been satisfied.