Moderation, Baby

This week’s Fourth Friday Challenge requires the explanation up front. Becky says: “Five minute, no-edit challenge. You are not allowed to backspace, correct, undo. Type for five minutes, then stop. If you want inspiration, start with thinking about the word PLANT.”

bq.”I’m a plant.”
bq.”Don’t they usually call men like you a fruit?”
bq.”No, I work for the FBI.”

I love Clue and its ilk. And by ilk, I mean movies and shows with impossible dialog. Conversations so witty no one could ever actually have them, but that deep down I hold out hope against hope that someone somewhere somehow could. So things like Oscar Wilde plays and Aaron Sorkin TV shows.

The odd thing is that I’m not at all tempted to try and create things like this myuself. I don’t do it in improv, I don’t do it in games, and I don’t do it in my writing. And eyet I love, love, loev it. (By the way, this no backspacing thing is annoying. Thanks becky.)

So that’s funny. The sense I had was that one of the reasons I don’t try to write that kind of humor is that it requires too much polishing. And hyet here I am getting annoyed about not being able to polish my work. I guess I’m all about the happy medium.

Update

Fitness: Pushups (12-13-10-10-15)
Sun, Moon, and Stars: 529 words, 373 seven-day average, 273 average, 40681 total, 319 to go for the week; 16-day streak