Monday, September 1, 2008

September 1st Topics


R&D
You have been assigned to research something. What is it and what do you find out?



Tricycling
She mounted her tricycle, and ...
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ItsNaughtKnotty Cannned said...

Tricycling (or, You Better Not Lose Those)
She mounted her tricycle, and ... pressed the pedals forward fearlessly tackling the dangerously steep driveway. She maintained a rocketing speed (for a tricycle anyway) of five miles an hour all the way along her journey. She passed the Smith's house with their unkempt fitzers, and the preacher's house with all his sons' cars scattered willy-nilly on blocks. She didn't look up to see if anyone stared at her from the house where nobody seemed to live and she pedaled to the corner house where the other girl her age lived but she'd never met.

Steam came from her breath as she turned the front wheel over again and again and again and she ignored the aches growing in her thighs.

Now came the decision she would forever remember as the defining moment of her childhood. She stopped. She looked both ways. She calculated the consequences one more time. And then she crossed the street.

And survived.

She pedaled onward further and further down the block and when she reached the next corner she crossed the street with a little easier conscience. Another block, another corner. Now she could see her destination. The park with the tennis courts, the picnic tables, the barbeque pit, and the rusty playground equipment. She raced along the fencing and pulled her mighty three-wheeled Radio Flyer into the picnic table area. She dismounted and raced wildly, running through the swings, and the rocking duck and pig, and the little slide, and the big slide. She ran through the metal tables, behind the tennis courts where the sticker bushes grew, and out to the big tree alone in the middle of the park.

She screamed with joy.

They were still there.

She grabbed them, scrambled back to the tricycle, and forced her way along the return path. The route went slightly uphill this time and her speed slowed and fatigue began its merciless assault on her enthusiasm. Yet she pedaled. And pedaled. And pedaled. Until only the daunting driveway stood between her and home. She hopped off, pushed the tricycle the remaining yards with her legs wiggling and her mind reeling. She parked her red contraption and snuck into the kitchen from the inside garage door.

Her mother walked into the kitchen freshly showered with a distracted look on her face and with her head slightly tilted as she jammed earrings into the side of her head.

"Why are you breathing so hard," her mother asked. "Where were you?"

"Out in the garage," the girl said, knowing it was mostly true.

"Well get your coat on; we have to go. And don't forget your mittens. You haven't lost them have you?"

The girl looked down at her grassy crocheted prizes from the park. She smiled. "No mom, I haven't lost my mittens."

September 2, 2008 at 12:07 AM
SweepAnd Mopp said...

[Em] Midnight at
[Em-G] Mobster R&
[Em] D out on the
[Em-G] pier

[Bmaj7-Bb] Vinny and
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] Rocco they are
[Bmaj7-Bb] testing out some
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] gear

[Em] Concrete gal-
[Em-G] oshes must
[Em] work the first time
[Em-G] through

[Bmaj7-Bb] Crash test
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] dummies float to the
[Bmaj7-Bb] bottom without
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] fear

[Em] Rocco and
[Em-G] Vinny lead
[Em] techs at Mobster
[Em-G] R&D

[Bmaj7-Bb] Faithful family
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] servants im-
[Bmaj7-Bb] proving hits since
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] '96

[Em] Thumbscrews and
[Em-G] Glock 9's they
[Em] recommend
[Em-G] twenty three

[Bmaj7-Bb] Need a driver?
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] They've got the data to
[Bmaj7-Bb] make the right
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] picks

[Em] Organizations
[Em-G] with problems that
[Em] need to go
[Em-G] away

[Bmaj7-Bb] scratch the back
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] that's helping to
[Bmaj7-Bb] scratch your itch
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] too

[Em] call the boys at
[Em-G] Mobster R&
[Em] D they help those
[Em-G] who will pay

[Bmaj7-Bb] They will help you
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] finish the job
[Bmaj7-Bb] and see it all
[Bmaj7-Eb-Bb] through

[Am] We are Mobster
[Am+F#] R&D
[Am+F#+C] We solve problems.

September 2, 2008 at 12:00 PM
SweepAnd Mopp said...

Hey Knotty: I did every day of this contest a few months ago and it was great for me so I'm going to do it again. Today's entry isn't good, but I'll keep going.

September 2, 2008 at 12:03 PM

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