TA walked over to the microphone stand and with the flick of a switch it converted into a nifty bo staff, which she then twirled around her head as she addressed the band.
“The pigeon swarm is restless, trouble is brewing.”
DFL sighed, “Batman gets the bat signal, we get a neurotic flock of birds.”
“Hey don’t knock the pigeons, they’re not copyrighted. And they warn of evil that only our combined superhero coolness can conquer.”
“And that evil would be?” BSA asked as she plucked at her guitar.
“The Nose” TA answered grimly.
“That madman!” gasped DFL
“Who’s the Nose?” asked WW, “the only person I ever had to fight was DFL.”
“The evil of the Nose knows no bounds,” Intoned TA “Not even the mighty power of WW can face it alone.”
“But I wanted to be a Farah Fawcett! Stupid Penny of Judgement..” grumbled WW.
TA arched an eyebrow at her, “So, you really wanted to be a group of super spies, who fight evil by going undercover in a series of sexy/silly/sophisticated outfits, and no matter which one I picked it would be wrong and then you would get angry at me? Sorry chica, but I hate that game. So you get to be our powerhouse, and I’ll get to utilize my sneaky ninja skills.”
Meanwhile DFL had whipped out a long dark cloak, which she twirled around her, “Nothing can withstand the will of the Dictator. Not even the dreaded Nose of Evil. She shot a glare at the keyboard, which jumped at the impact and started playing “The Entertainer”
“What about you BSA? What can you bring to the table?” Asked TA
“You mean beside the power and terror of the audit? Thanks to my bloodsucking affinities I can turn into anything with fangs. Not even CPA’s can do that.” She replied smugly.
“And with our cover of touring rock band we can protect our secret identities.” DFL pointed out.
“Plus we can play our own theme song” WW added helpfully.
“An excellent point! So let’s blow this popsicle stand and go whoop some evil.” TA used her bo staff to point dramatically at the exit.
“Hey we can take my jet!” WW volunteered excitedly.
“Isn’t that thing a two-seater?” DFL asked, “I’m not sitting on anyone’s lap”
“We only room in the budget for one group vehicle.” BSA stated as she pondered a spreadsheet…
“hmmm” mused the TA “Then I suppose we better take,”
A: The groovy group van
B: Public transportation
C: Modified jet for ensemble casting purposes
D: Three words: Personal Jet Packs
Monday, February 06, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
It's Story Time!!
It was a mild winter day in Alexandria. The sun shone brightly as the pigeon swarm on Boswell Ave practiced their flight maneuvers. Only the chill bite in the breeze spoke of February. The Author stretched, enjoying the t-shirt comfy weather as she made her way to the studio. But who is this gorgeous, mysterious woman? And why has she never been photographed with the dynamic lead singer Elaina, of Elaina and the Borons?
As the door swung open Elaina was greeted by the Dictator for Life, who was jamming on the keyboards.
“Dude! Check out my wicked remix of Little Brown Jug!”
“Wicked” Concurred The Author, “and how’s our blood-sucking accountant?”
Becca looked up from her guitar “I’ll be a lot better once I find my 10 key. I don’t know where you stashed it, but nothing remains hidden from a BSA for long. Ware my wrath!! It is great and terrible!! Even Amazons cower before me! See?!” She pointed over to the drum set, where Wonder Woman was trying to hide behind the bass.
“She’s been hiding back there all day.” DFL sighed, “I fear she may never be able to truly party like a rock star.”
“Come on out Wonder Woman,” TA beckoned “I’ll give you a cookie.”
“You can’t see me!” WW sang out.
“Dude, your tiara’s reflecting off the cymbal.” TA pointed out
“I told you not to wear that” DFL helpfully pointed out
“I mean, I don’t even play guitar, I’m a flautist!” BSA was still on her monologue.
WW stood up and struck her best defiant pose (#24), “I don’t want to live in Virginia!”
“We’ve been over this” TA explained patiently. “We can’t have a band if the drummer lives 2000 miles away.”
“Well I don’t want to be in a band either!!” huffed the superhero stubbornly.
“But WW” DFL reasoned, “If we’re both in the band that means we’ll be on the same side. We might actually have story with some kind of resolved ending.”
“Whoa, let’s not get crazy now,” Stammered TA
“Actually I haven’t seen that flute in years…” BSA mused
“I don’t care, I don’t want to be in a band. I want to raise sheep in New Zealand.” WW remained adamant.
“Come on WW, we all know there’s no happy ending there.” DFL pointed out.
“Yeah, look at Brokeback Mountain.” TA pointed out “I blame that whole movie on sheep herding.”
“And sheep herding outfits are horrible.” BSA pointed out as she finally entered the conversation.
“Well, as the hero of the last three stories I demand a say!” WW stated definitely.
“Fine,” sighed TA, “but if we’re going to have an ensemble piece there’s only four ways it can go.”
A: Touring rock band
B: Superhero team
C: Charlie’s Angels
D: Teen drama
All right, this time everyone gets a say *cough cough WW* Everyone vote for your choice in the comments with your reason. Majority rules, and in case of a tie, I’ll pick the one with the most amusing commentary.
As the door swung open Elaina was greeted by the Dictator for Life, who was jamming on the keyboards.
“Dude! Check out my wicked remix of Little Brown Jug!”
“Wicked” Concurred The Author, “and how’s our blood-sucking accountant?”
Becca looked up from her guitar “I’ll be a lot better once I find my 10 key. I don’t know where you stashed it, but nothing remains hidden from a BSA for long. Ware my wrath!! It is great and terrible!! Even Amazons cower before me! See?!” She pointed over to the drum set, where Wonder Woman was trying to hide behind the bass.
“She’s been hiding back there all day.” DFL sighed, “I fear she may never be able to truly party like a rock star.”
“Come on out Wonder Woman,” TA beckoned “I’ll give you a cookie.”
“You can’t see me!” WW sang out.
“Dude, your tiara’s reflecting off the cymbal.” TA pointed out
“I told you not to wear that” DFL helpfully pointed out
“I mean, I don’t even play guitar, I’m a flautist!” BSA was still on her monologue.
WW stood up and struck her best defiant pose (#24), “I don’t want to live in Virginia!”
“We’ve been over this” TA explained patiently. “We can’t have a band if the drummer lives 2000 miles away.”
“Well I don’t want to be in a band either!!” huffed the superhero stubbornly.
“But WW” DFL reasoned, “If we’re both in the band that means we’ll be on the same side. We might actually have story with some kind of resolved ending.”
“Whoa, let’s not get crazy now,” Stammered TA
“Actually I haven’t seen that flute in years…” BSA mused
“I don’t care, I don’t want to be in a band. I want to raise sheep in New Zealand.” WW remained adamant.
“Come on WW, we all know there’s no happy ending there.” DFL pointed out.
“Yeah, look at Brokeback Mountain.” TA pointed out “I blame that whole movie on sheep herding.”
“And sheep herding outfits are horrible.” BSA pointed out as she finally entered the conversation.
“Well, as the hero of the last three stories I demand a say!” WW stated definitely.
“Fine,” sighed TA, “but if we’re going to have an ensemble piece there’s only four ways it can go.”
A: Touring rock band
B: Superhero team
C: Charlie’s Angels
D: Teen drama
All right, this time everyone gets a say *cough cough WW* Everyone vote for your choice in the comments with your reason. Majority rules, and in case of a tie, I’ll pick the one with the most amusing commentary.
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