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would you employ these geeks
To prove that jay’s constant intake of cigarettes and alcohol don’t affect his running ability we had a little race at work.
Final Results -
Ok - yes Jay won. But he cheated. His legs are like three times longer than anyone elses, and Al will argue that his shoe came off, but we all know that he just threw it off his foot so he wouldn’t have to face that he’d come last.
(Great camera work by Paul)
Fruit Flinging
You may of seen the original Sony Bravia advert where they hurled thousands of balls down a steep street in San Francisco. Initially a lot of people thought it was cgi, but it turns out they really did do it.
For those that havn’t seen it, you can watch the advert here.
The advert was hugely successful and spawned a slew of imitators. One of these was one relativly short lived take off by Tango (Clear).
Now, its more likely you havn’t seen this advert. Same music, same concept though replacing the hilly streets of San Francisco for a street in Swansea.
Also, the balls are now fruit. You can watch this one here.
But thats not the interesting part. The interesting part is this website:
Swansea North Residents Association
Examining the site you can find various interviews about how terrible the advert was - how it ruined their lovely street, even how Aled Edward’s was late to work that evening because he had to wash the pulpy mess off his car. You just can’t make this stuff up.
My personal favourite is the video interviews with the shocked and angered residents. With this quote from this woman, being my favorite.:
Eileen survived both wars with the utmost composure, but couldn’t contain her anger when her home was bombarded by kiwis and citrus fruit.
I think I may just sign the petition, I mean, its their street today, what about tommorrow? These terrible TV types, will be flinging fruit down everybody’s streets. Oh No!
I guess its one way to get kids to eat fruit.
(I’ve got a slightly nasty feeling this may be part of a failed viral campain - I mean it just seems too lame to make up doesn’t it?)
crazy sheep
Reasons I don’t own a swing set:
- I have no where to put one
- I’m meant to be a grown up
- I don’t know where to buy them
- The constant fear of a terrorist attack by rampaging, genetically enhanced sheep clones
Maybe number 4 is just me, but this demonstrates EXACTLY what I’m afraid of.
See? No, I bet you’re afraid of terrorist sheep. They’ll attack you in your sleep. Your precious precious sleep. Little terrorist sheep.
thrilling chapter endings you may use in your next novel
“Hold everything!” Dr. Hiller shouted as he burst into the room. “[PROTAGONIST'S NAME], my studies conclusively prove that you’ve been dead this entire time!”
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As [MALE PROTAGONIST] and [FEMALE PROTAGONIST] shared their first kiss, [MALE PROTAGONIST] slowly lowered his hand from her face and gently cupped her breast, then her other breast, then, to his astonishment, yet another breast.
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Suddenly, [PROTAGONIST] noticed darting shadows in the corner of the ballroom. Ninjas!
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“Wait a minute,” said [PROTAGONIST]. “So, as I understand it, [RECAP MAJOR PLOT POINTS OF NOVEL SO FAR]?”
“Yes,” replied [MINOR CHARACTER].
Note: This is not necessarily thrilling, but writers usually underestimate the importance of frequent plot recaps. No one likes coming back to a book after setting it down for a month and having to re-read the whole thing.
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“By the way,” [PROTAGONIST] said with a knowing smile, “did I happen to mention that I’m black?”
Note: This ending exploits the imaginative white bias of the reader, and works best if you do not give away the surprise early. Be sure not to give the protagonist any stereotypical “black” characteristics, which you really should be trying to avoid anyway.
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[PROTAGONIST] grimly shook his head, knowing that his plan was not working, and also that the person reading this book has no idea that right now there is a Mad About You marathon on TV.
Note: This is a long shot, but if it works, the reader will be totally freaked out.
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“Does this mean we’re breaking up?” [MALE PROTAGONIST] asked, struggling to keep his voice from breaking.
“I think so,” [FEMALE PROTAGONIST] whispered, as tears rolled down her cheek. “I just think we’ve grown apart … I’m so sorry.”
[MALE PROTAGONIST] slowly nodded, and his thoughts briefly flitted to the day they first met, that summer after freshman year, when the world seemed to BOO!
Note: Ideally, this ending should be used in conjunction with some sort of timed firecracker device hidden in the book’s binding. Talk to your publisher.
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The crowd suddenly hushed. There, in the doorway, stood the evil Colonel Maldefore.
Note: Colonel Maldefore does not need to be a major character in your novel for this ending to work. In fact, the thrilling effect may be greater if he just randomly shows up every now and then.
gemma’s new ride
Woot, after putting Gemma’s little Citroen Saxo up for sale on Friday, its been sold. And now, only 2 1/2 hours later she’s got a new ride.
Wooh! Go Scooter!
