Nolan needs Dairy Queen.
Don’t make fun and don’t be mean.
I really need to make the scene
Near that fabulous shake machine.

Photo credit: Mbrickn, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Nolan needs Dairy Queen.
Don’t make fun and don’t be mean.
I really need to make the scene
Near that fabulous shake machine.

Photo credit: Mbrickn, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Nobody tell her that I am just sitting here stuffing my face and watching “The Zombie Diaries” (2006). (It’s been a long day, people.)


My online friends dared me to make memes about them. I think these are pretty inspired for the speedy turnaround time …
Oh, HOW might I go about monetizing my brilliance?
My college buddy Charlene:

My friend Joan:

Awesome horror author Wednesday Lee Friday:

My college buddy Frank:

I wonder if I can convert my daylight savings to a daylight checking account.
(No, it did not snow here in Roanoke. But it snowed in a lot of my friends’ burbs, and I cannot resist the pun.)
I keep politely asking people about their weekend.
It is Thursday and I am an imbecile.

A pal of mine is contemplating this very prank.
And now so am I. (You can get some pretty interesting ideas from Facebook.) I even know exactly which college friend I’d like to spook.
Suppose a succession of different disconcerted people handed this off to someone else. If you could somehow track the doll’s progress, it would be an interesting social experiment.
Hey … suppose the doll actually took on a supernatural life of its own — after being infused with the fears of the people who’d handled it during the inception of an innocent prank? You’d have a whole life-imitates-art thing going on. Or unlife.
What a story idea! One of you guys should run with that.
