A recent reply cracked me up--
Bring on the Glacial Age! ...that is, after I rent an igloo and convince Ilya Bryzgalov to be my roommate so we can talk about the universe and Russian literature.
-- after I googled Ilya Bryzgalov.
Which made me think "hey, we need a pop contest on the blog!"
Post your reply to "Let the glacial age commence" in 25 words or fewer here on today's blog post.
Winner will receive a copy of WOLF by Jim Ringel (or if you've read it, we'll figure something else out"
CLOSED!
Questions? Tweet to me: @Janet_Reid
36 comments:
"Glacial pace? Honey, I work for the DMV. If you get back to me before you can fill out a DT-940 form, then you win."
Glacial? Whoah. Whoah. Whoah. That's way too fast. I don't want to get published until I'm almost dead so my novel becomes an insta-classic.
'Winter is coming,' eh? No prob. I'll answer my epic WIP's siren song while I wait. George R.R. Martin's got nothin' on me baby.
Let the glacial age commence...
I long for the suspence.
These times of apprehension
Are the mother of invention.
Take your time.
(I'll take mine.)
Well, after the last Ice Age we got Egypt, Greece, Rome, and the Renaissance. Aren’t the best things in life worth waiting for?
Good thing the last glacial age only lasted 65,000 years. We can wait, right?
Let the glacial age commence..., a.k.a. "let the sloth's work begin!"
Okay. I'll just settle into the Netherworld Waiting Room, reading my Handbook for the Recently Submitted, resisting the urge to call out BeetleShark three times.
Let the glacial age commence...
I've tarried here a century or two. My prose will wait, unlike my limbs that have danced with Nureyev, Baryshnikov and, yes, a drunken Bryzgalov.
Take your time. I've got my Wheel of Time, Song of Ice and Fire, Discworld, Xanth, and... Wait, you're back already? Hmm. This is awkward.
Ever heard of global warming? Don't turn around...that glacier is right behind you...
"Let the glacial age commence."
You take as long as you need. I'm Canadian, glacial is a day-to-day reality for me.
Does the term 'glacial' imply curling up with a wooly mammoth or a fifth of vodka?
Yes, we do have a word for "glacial" in our native language - but nothing quite captures that sense of urgency…
Let the glacial age commencement begin with the World’s Most Boring Man, Thierry Boyle. Somnambulists, philatelists, and accountants prepare yourselves for amazement, the rest? Eh…
"Let the glacial age commence"
The Jakobshavn Glacier covers 150 feet daily. Translated to pages, my totally awesome fiction novel should only take you 4 days to finish! Happy reading!
The glacial age, you say? Well, whaddya know. I’m also still 29.
Cue all bureaucrats and administrators! A healthy supply of red tape will carve out all unnecessary detours and accessorize our journey.
Some of the best things in life take time. Books. Diamonds. Revenge. I’m in no hurry. I know how to wait.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
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My a.c. is broken. I'll take as much glacier as you're willing to give.
Glacial? Like “of the glaze”? Because I love glazed donuts. No? Okay, then bring on the popsicles and mittens. Let’s watch Southerners drive in snow.
Slow? Yeah, he's slow, glacially slow. But I charge $100/hr., which makes Flaccido Domingo my favorite john.
Many ice-covered formations during the glacial age were doughnut-shaped.
Therefore, you are telling me to eat doughnuts while I wait. Iced doughnuts.
Challenge accepted.
Remember when waiting for the dial-up modem to connect was a glacial process? I barely have the patience to input my phone code.
"Put a mask on your head and you all sound alike."
"But, baby, it's cold outside."
"Hmm. Then come cuddle with momma and talk Dostoyevsky."
Come and sit by this bonfire. Enjoy the s'mores. If you get impatient with that glacier, throw these little copper wire bits on the fire.
Time does not stop during the query, but like glacial ice, moves slowly and grinds finely. Producing icebergs and rock flour: books and rejections.
It was a day that needed two fingers of the good stuff over a glacial sized piece of ice and a Bryzgalov on rye.
You like glaciers? Maybe you also want to see my frost erotica about a beautiful young yeti and Ernest Shackleford's explorer son?
John Wayne kept glacial ice on his yacht for mixed drinks. Do you want it over a glacier, or do you want it neat, Pilgrim?
Glacial age: Satan's wearing a fur coat and anything is possible.
Hm. Vogue says glacial is the new black. Guess I can just amend my budget a little: -$500 for wardrobe, +$500 for alcohol. Perfect!
Glacial Age? That will be a loooong time according to the GOP. Let's make that a Democratic Glacial Age and I'll sit here right by the phone so I won't miss you call.
"Let the Glacial Age commence," said Margo. She switched on her air conditioner with a flourish. A fuse disagreed. "Hell," she said sweating in the darkness.
As a steadfast, Rush Limbaugh-loving Republican, I have no choice but to deny the existence of glaciers.
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