Comments on: Creative Copy Challenge #21 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/ Curing Writer's Block One Fun Challenge at a Time Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:35:15 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-9367 Shane Arthur Mon, 01 Nov 2010 13:32:23 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-9367 @Steven: Man I love 80s music, but I agree on the industry. Well done. @Steven: Man I love 80s music, but I agree on the industry. Well done.

]]> By: Steven A. Lowe http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-9358 Steven A. Lowe Mon, 01 Nov 2010 03:34:24 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-9358 Three chords; no imagination. Thirty seconds into the show and bored already. Big hair, big sound, big show, big stage, big promotion, big egos, and no talent - <strong>totally 80s</strong> rock and roll. Thirty seconds into it and I was already bored. The two stiff in the VIP seats in front of me weren't enjoying it either, from what I overheard. "How is the album selling?" asked the fat man on the left. I wondered how he got in here with that cigar. "It will improve," lied the suit on the right. "Market <strong>shrinkage</strong> is always <strong>reversible</strong> with enough promotion." <strong>Reversible</strong> like a <strong>tattoo</strong>, I thought. Keep sniffing <strong>epoxy</strong> in <strong>dreamland</strong>. Elvis didn't leave the building, he ran away screaming. Twenty-five years later, it's now obvious to everyone how awful the music industry had become. The lumbering <strong>dinosaur</strong> was begging for a <strong>wheelbarrow</strong> of <strong>poison</strong> to end it all, or a resurrection <strong>miracle</strong> to let it start again anew. Ironically, the Internet provided both at the same time. I Googled the Big Hair No Talent Band out of curiosity; three lines on wikipedia, unverified, and all five albums for free on BitTorrent - with zero downloads. Three chords; no imagination. Thirty seconds into the show and bored already. Big hair, big sound, big show, big stage, big promotion, big egos, and no talent – totally 80s rock and roll. Thirty seconds into it and I was already bored. The two stiff in the VIP seats in front of me weren’t enjoying it either, from what I overheard.
“How is the album selling?” asked the fat man on the left. I wondered how he got in here with that cigar.
“It will improve,” lied the suit on the right. “Market shrinkage is always reversible with enough promotion.”
Reversible like a tattoo, I thought. Keep sniffing epoxy in dreamland. Elvis didn’t leave the building, he ran away screaming.
Twenty-five years later, it’s now obvious to everyone how awful the music industry had become. The lumbering dinosaur was begging for a wheelbarrow of poison to end it all, or a resurrection miracle to let it start again anew. Ironically, the Internet provided both at the same time.

I Googled the Big Hair No Talent Band out of curiosity; three lines on wikipedia, unverified, and all five albums for free on BitTorrent – with zero downloads.

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-6014 Shane Arthur Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:03:58 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-6014 @Troy: That is the eeriest post to date. Powerful, powerful write. I like it. @Troy: That is the eeriest post to date. Powerful, powerful write. I like it.

]]> By: Troy Worman http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-6010 Troy Worman Tue, 22 Jun 2010 01:26:07 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-6010   She was a <strong>totally 80s</strong> girl—like totally 80s. And I was a LDS missionary calling on the slacker community of Austin, Texas. That’s where we met—at a <strong>Dinosaur</strong>, Jr. concert in the Spring of 1985. She was a <strong>miracle</strong>—or so I thought—my acid wash angel. Then came the 90s, grunge and <strong>tattoo</strong>s, Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana, booze and pills. She grew hotter with age. And colder, too. She had a mouth that could cause ir<strong>reversible shrinkage</strong>. The <strong>Epoxy</strong> was a last resort. I didn’t realize it was poisonous. I just wanted to make her quiet. I was bedside when her eyes popped open. Then came the convulsions. Her lips sealed, the vomit found its way out her nose. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. I threw a blanket over her when I couldn’t bare it any longer. Finally, she stopped thrashing. I carried her to the bathtub where I cut her up as best I could. Then I put the pieces in <strong>wheelbarrow</strong> and rolled it back into the woods behind the house. I’m back with Jesus now. He brings me peace. I think about her from time to time—I imagine her in an acid wash <strong>dreamland</strong> in the sky.    
She was a totally 80s girl—like totally 80s. And I was a LDS missionary calling on the slacker community of Austin, Texas. That’s where we met—at a Dinosaur, Jr. concert in the Spring of 1985.

She was a miracle—or so I thought—my acid wash angel. Then came the 90s, grunge and tattoos, Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana, booze and pills. She grew hotter with age. And colder, too. She had a mouth that could cause irreversible shrinkage.

The Epoxy was a last resort. I didn’t realize it was poisonous. I just wanted to make her quiet.

I was bedside when her eyes popped open. Then came the convulsions. Her lips sealed, the vomit found its way out her nose. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. I threw a blanket over her when I couldn’t bare it any longer. Finally, she stopped thrashing. I carried her to the bathtub where I cut her up as best I could. Then I put the pieces in wheelbarrow and rolled it back into the woods behind the house.

I’m back with Jesus now. He brings me peace. I think about her from time to time—I imagine her in an acid wash dreamland in the sky.
 

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-5095 Shane Arthur Sun, 23 May 2010 02:45:49 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-5095 @Cathy: I love this Brett character. @Cathy: I love this Brett character.

]]> By: Cathy Miller http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-5070 Cathy Miller Sat, 22 May 2010 16:33:55 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-5070 Like most adults, Brett’s taste in music was stuck back in his teenage era. His collection of CDs was <strong>totally 80s</strong>, totally rock. It was a <strong>miracle</strong> he survived those years. He kept the collection as a pounding reminder. It amused him that the younger guys at the precinct might think him a <strong>dinosaur</strong>, but appreciated the Boss, U2, Queen and the other legends of the time. Propping his feet on his deck railing, Brett smiled at the memory of his grandmother, Nana Connors, warning a 17-year-old Brett of the dangers of getting a <strong>tattoo</strong>. “You might think they look cool now but just wait until you get to be my age. There’s <strong>shrinkage</strong> and they’re not exactly <strong>reversible</strong>. Not to mention you wouldn’t live long afterwards, ‘cause I’d kill you for getting one.” Brett chuckled, remembering it all started when he admired the knife and heart tattoo of <strong>Poison</strong> band member, Bret Michaels. God, he missed Nana. She was his rock, when no one else cared. It was a rare day off from his job as a homicide detective in the north coastal community of Encinitas. His plan was to do absolutely nothing. From his deck, he watched some new construction going up, half a block from his beach bungalow. He watched a worker lift the handles of a <strong>wheelbarrow</strong>, piled high with gallons of <strong>epoxy</strong> paint, his muscles straining with the load. Brett loved the idea that he had nowhere to go, nothing to do. It was a <strong>dreamland</strong> he had not visited in much too long. Like most adults, Brett’s taste in music was stuck back in his teenage era. His collection of CDs was totally 80s, totally rock.

It was a miracle he survived those years. He kept the collection as a pounding reminder. It amused him that the younger guys at the precinct might think him a dinosaur, but appreciated the Boss, U2, Queen and the other legends of the time.

Propping his feet on his deck railing, Brett smiled at the memory of his grandmother, Nana Connors, warning a 17-year-old Brett of the dangers of getting a tattoo.

“You might think they look cool now but just wait until you get to be my age. There’s shrinkage and they’re not exactly reversible. Not to mention you wouldn’t live long afterwards, ‘cause I’d kill you for getting one.”

Brett chuckled, remembering it all started when he admired the knife and heart tattoo of Poison band member, Bret Michaels. God, he missed Nana. She was his rock, when no one else cared.

It was a rare day off from his job as a homicide detective in the north coastal community of Encinitas. His plan was to do absolutely nothing. From his deck, he watched some new construction going up, half a block from his beach bungalow.

He watched a worker lift the handles of a wheelbarrow, piled high with gallons of epoxy paint, his muscles straining with the load.

Brett loved the idea that he had nowhere to go, nothing to do. It was a dreamland he had not visited in much too long.

]]> By: Devin Jump http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-4665 Devin Jump Wed, 12 May 2010 20:13:42 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-4665 Welcome to <strong>dreamland</strong> where the <strong>miracle</strong> of this age has brought forth the invention of the <strong>reversible</strong> reduction redoer.  The R3 Time machine jets a couple thousand billion years before great era's like "<strong>Totally 80s</strong>" where famous bands were abound such as <strong>poison</strong>.  What is done with such a device you may ask?  We go back to the cretaceous period and analyze and discover how the ice-age affected male <strong>dinosaur</strong> <strong>shrinkage</strong>.  We aren't merely traveling in a <strong>wheelbarrow</strong> held together with <strong>epoxy</strong> resin either.  This R3TM is legit, just equip yourself with the 3-day <strong>tattoo</strong> and hop in line with all the other anxious learners.  -DRJUMP Welcome to dreamland where the miracle of this age has brought forth the invention of the reversible reduction redoer.  The R3 Time machine jets a couple thousand billion years before great era’s like “Totally 80s” where famous bands were abound such as poison.  What is done with such a device you may ask?  We go back to the cretaceous period and analyze and discover how the ice-age affected male dinosaur shrinkage.  We aren’t merely traveling in a wheelbarrow held together with epoxy resin either.  This R3TM is legit, just equip yourself with the 3-day tattoo and hop in line with all the other anxious learners. 
-DRJUMP

]]> By: Shane Arthur http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-3028 Shane Arthur Fri, 02 Apr 2010 03:28:00 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-3028 That was super Lisa. I'm looking right now at my People Magazine's "Celebrate The 80's" collectors edition with Madonna, Tom Cruise, Princess Dianna, ET, Max Headroom, etc. Brought back memories. That was super Lisa. I’m looking right now at my People Magazine’s “Celebrate The 80′s” collectors edition with Madonna, Tom Cruise, Princess Dianna, ET, Max Headroom, etc. Brought back memories.

]]> By: Kelly http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-3024 Kelly Fri, 02 Apr 2010 02:39:45 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-3024 Lisa,   Now the truth is out: The toughest place Boy George has ever found himself is revealed!   LOL, LOL, LOL. You took me back (but maybe not in a good way?). Lisa,
 
Now the truth is out: The toughest place Boy George has ever found himself is revealed!
 
LOL, LOL, LOL. You took me back (but maybe not in a good way?).

]]> By: Lisa Bulman Taylor http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/creative-copy-challenge-21/comment-page-1/#comment-3023 Lisa Bulman Taylor Fri, 02 Apr 2010 02:06:36 +0000 http://www.creativecopychallenge.com/?p=126#comment-3023 Yes, we were the future; the new generation. Christ, what a farce.   The times were <strong>totally 80's</strong>. The gag me with a spoon era… Michael's one white glove… E.T. & MTV. Pop culture took priority in our teenage lives and we just wanted to have a good time.  To hell with the politics of the the 70s… just give me a good time. Let me forget the fear of the conflict between the US and Russia, of nuclear threats and  nightmares of what could be. I was totally living in the now, "going to hell in a bucket" but at least I was enjoying the ride. Anyone who told me different I considered to be a <strong>dinosaur</strong>, a square, a stick in the mud.   Today, it is a <strong>miracle</strong> that I have any doors in my mind left open to sane thoughts. You see, I truly believe that there was <strong>shrinkage</strong> of my grey matter from sniffing all of that <strong>epoxy</strong> as a teenager. I was forever trying to find the correct combination of<strong> poison</strong>s that would take me out of myself. Remember that television ad, the one that went "this is your brain on drugs" with the fried egg?  I know the consequences now but when youth is in control, my ego believed I was invincible and the future seemed just so far off. However, brain damage is not <strong>reversible</strong>.   Yep, I'm having a good time now, pushing a <strong>wheelbarrow</strong> and digging ditches, that once totally hip <strong>tattoo </strong>of Boy George now sagging between the droopy tits of middle age. <strong>Dreamland </strong>seems so far away.   Do you suppose there is hope in the future; in the new generation? Yes, we were the future; the new generation. Christ, what a farce.
 
The times were totally 80′s. The gag me with a spoon era… Michael’s one white glove… E.T. & MTV. Pop culture took priority in our teenage lives and we just wanted to have a good time.  To hell with the politics of the the 70s… just give me a good time. Let me forget the fear of the conflict between the US and Russia, of nuclear threats and  nightmares of what could be. I was totally living in the now, “going to hell in a bucket” but at least I was enjoying the ride. Anyone who told me different I considered to be a dinosaur, a square, a stick in the mud.
 
Today, it is a miracle that I have any doors in my mind left open to sane thoughts. You see, I truly believe that there was shrinkage of my grey matter from sniffing all of that epoxy as a teenager. I was forever trying to find the correct combination of poisons that would take me out of myself. Remember that television ad, the one that went “this is your brain on drugs” with the fried egg?  I know the consequences now but when youth is in control, my ego believed I was invincible and the future seemed just so far off. However, brain damage is not reversible.
 
Yep, I’m having a good time now, pushing a wheelbarrow and digging ditches, that once totally hip tattoo of Boy George now sagging between the droopy tits of middle age. Dreamland seems so far away.
 
Do you suppose there is hope in the future; in the new generation?

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