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turd fiction: November 2009
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Thursday, November 26, 2009. Not the shitty screen you're used to around here, I know. I've been tinkering and made a few changes. First off, the look. It's still growing on me. . . kinda like a fungus. But I needed something to signal a break from the past. Ya see, apparently work is like Vegas. They tell me what happens there is supposed to stay there - but have no fear. I ain't gonna disappear. Look for the first one soon. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's fiction, remember. Slang w...
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turd fiction: February 2010
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010. SHOOT WITH YOUR EARS (the end). After I sent Sagre's school board story to the control room, I sat in the edit bay moping. No one would touch my car hop story. But I knew better than any of them. News? That might be a stretch, but it was a good human interest story that people would talk about around the water cooler, if they ever saw it. It was that simple. If no one else would tell Sam’s story, I would let her tell it herself! I shuttled through the tape for an opening shot.
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turd fiction: January 2010
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Thursday, January 21, 2010. THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN EYES. And the music, a mix of .38 Special, Led Zeppelin, and Madonna attracted the strangest mix of mouth-breathers, wannabe sluts, and farmer’s daughters I had ever seen. Not your typical after-work bar, unless your workday ended when the credits rolled on the late news. 8220;Couldn’t resist another chance to take your clothes off? 8220;Nah, I do all my stripping on busy highways when the TV cameras are rolling. Which show did you like better? Her fac...
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turd fiction: March 2010
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Friday, March 26, 2010. I CAN HEAR YOUR HEART. 8220;Brock, what are you thinking? 8221; Susan’s long hair dangled in my face and tickled my nose. How do you answer that question? After I had ruined our anniversary dinner plans in a late-night edit session and only managed to save the evening with pancakes by candlelight, I couldn’t tell her what I was really thinking – not with her laying naked on top of me. I gazed into her eyes and made something up. “You.”. 8220;What about me? 8220;I don’t know ...
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turd fiction: I CAN HEAR YOUR HEART
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Friday, March 26, 2010. I CAN HEAR YOUR HEART. 8220;Brock, what are you thinking? 8221; Susan’s long hair dangled in my face and tickled my nose. How do you answer that question? After I had ruined our anniversary dinner plans in a late-night edit session and only managed to save the evening with pancakes by candlelight, I couldn’t tell her what I was really thinking – not with her laying naked on top of me. I gazed into her eyes and made something up. “You.”. 8220;What about me? 8220;I don’t know ...
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turd fiction: HOLY CRAP!!!!
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Thursday, December 29, 2011. Yep If you came here looking for the old Turd, he moved. Check out the new-and-improved blog. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is fiction. It comes directly from the empty space between my two ears. It never happened. The characters are a figment of my imagination. The situations are not real. The actions, views, opinions, statements, thoughts and other ramblings do not reflect the views or opinions of my employer ,. Or any other real human being or entity.
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turd fiction: CREDIT
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Friday, April 16, 2010. 8220;Nice piece last night, Brock.” Sarge patted me on the back. 8220;Thanks, Barb. I worked hard on it.”. 8220;You finally got that white balance thing down. All the colors on the school board meeting were right.”. She was just jealous. After all, she had turned down the chance to do Sam’s story. 8220;Good story last night, dude.” Dick Hicks high-fived me. “Can’t believe you got it in. The ASSMAN was pretty hot you shot the thing.”. 8220;Two of us my ass. I shot. Weaver’s s...
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turd fiction: BIRTHDAY DINNER (part one)
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010. BIRTHDAY DINNER (part one). I fluffed a small bouquet of tired-looking daisies and turned the ones with brown-edged petals away from the door. It wasn't much to look at, but it was all the grocery store had at 10:05 at night. I knocked three times – in the last six months, it had become my code – and let myself in. 8220;Oh, good. You’re watching the news. I want you to see the story I shot. It’s the kicker at the end of the show.”. 8220;Hey, what’s the matter? I know but –". I got...
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turd fiction: CREDIT (part 2)
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Monday, April 19, 2010. Weaver caught my shoulder from behind as I stepped through the doorway. “Now’s not the time, Brock.”. 8220;Oh, it’s time.” I answered over my shoulder. I zeroed in on Lou’s smug anchor’s grin. My cork was about to pop. I checked my hands – no fists. 8220;Yes. Good job, Brock.” Percy Finch fanned a limp-wristed salute my way. I was torn. Should I play it cool, give Lou a little rope, and watch him dangle before he hung himself, or –. 8221; Choice made. Tell ’em what you did! Tell &...
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turd fiction: August 2009
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009. THE CRADLE WILL ROCK. My apologies to EvH and Mr. Roth for the title of this post, but there's a new king of rock at Camp Polisher, and it wears a bright red mohawk. Who knew the Littlest Loaf Pincher had pipes? He's been banging the skins for more than five years now. Two years ago, he hooked up with a group of guys from the Baton Rouge Music Studios. The group lost it's singer for the summer. Not good when the band has only seven weeks to put together a set for Summer Slam.
