Last night I should have been writing papers. Instead I played with my wife's new camera, some of Jack's toys, and the Mac I have on loan. The results, I hope, are somewhat entertaining:
RECONNOISSANCE: the story of two good soldiers
Reconnoissance
4.23.2008
4.23.2008
10 Comments:
That was funny. You need to fix some of the placement of the pictures and text. Since it was a war story in the desert, you should have used some stereotype language for the enemy; "We are going to kill you, my main man." Something like that :)
Imagining the amount of time you spent putting this together just fills me with glee.
You're, like, my hero, man.
And here I was all night wondering about what was going on in the office. I wish I had been a part of this...I feel left out ;)
This makes me aware of how violent those things are, and it makes me wonder why in the world did we get those for Jack? Anyway, we either need to cut out the guns, or we need to replace the "armymens" with similar and less violent figurines.
I love the pictures and the way you modified the colors etc. Good composition!
thank you madam tarpley. i wish you had been there too :)
Classic!
HAHA that was the best story I have read all week!
I didn't get any closure.
closure? ha! if you wanted closure, you'd need to adhere to some kind of metanarrative with an eschatelogical trajectory... oh. wait.
The commander nodded his head, mumbling something about Advil. He raised his pistol in the air. "Ready, aim--"
Historians, philosophers, physicists, and theologians have all debated the meaning of what happened next.
One of the men who were supposed to be firing mortar shells accidentally dropped his shell into the firing tube while it was not quite aimed properly. It struck the platform in front of him with such violent, and explosive force that the men with bazooka launchers, machine guns, and berretas were instantly vaporized.
Due to secondary explosions caused by remaining mortar and bazooka rounds, pieces of the platform were flung in all directions, puncturing the tanks of the flame thrower dudes, causing tertiary explosions, which in turn set off the grenades in the hands of the grenadiers.
The resulting maelstrom should have annihilated everything present, were it not for the fact that the men holding the two prisoners down with taser poles were pressed down upon the prisoners in a dog-pile which shielded them from the blast.
While the debacle was taking place, Guerrero and Fielding both testified to hearing a voice which seemed to emanate from the fires around them: "Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. But you I have spared. Go unto all nations and preach the gospel of peace."
Fielding joined the Peace Corps. Guerrero was last seen wandering off into the deserts of Tunisia with a long beard, a plastic, bear shaped bottle of honey, and a ziploc baggy filled with freeze dried locusts.
THE ENDEST
"Guerrero was last seen wandering off into the deserts of Tunisia with a long beard, a plastic, bear shaped bottle of honey, and a ziploc baggy filled with freeze dried locusts."
Genius... :-)
Love the ending!
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