Sunday, January 21, 2007

Lay all your love on Fib Sunday

Should you hear the air attack warning, please play Fib Sunday.

Either that, or do something equally as outrageous. Life is precious, dear reader. Don't waste it. Everything is you.

If you don't know what's going on or indeed what Fib Sunday is, click here to read the original instructions. Go on, you know you want to.

Go on!

In brief:

1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...

A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

Last time, an anonymous contributor left us with the topic of binary - my austere response:

Just
one
number
says nothing;
one and a zero
tells a tale like a thousand words!

Next topic:

Me

14 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:04 am

    ... As to my justification for not taking part, I just forgot to mention the most important reason of all: my English is just not good enough for such a challenge, and you know it isn't.
    :-)

    ReplyDelete
  2. Anonymous11:18 am

    Me
    Me
    Me, me
    Me, me, me
    Me, me, me, me, me
    Oh, it's always about me, bitch.

    Next topic: Not being able to help

    ReplyDelete
  3. Anonymous2:18 pm

    Fuck
    You,
    Bastards!
    My impulse
    Is not to help you
    But leave you to rot on your own.

    Next topic:

    Misanthropy

    ReplyDelete
  4. Anonymous3:17 pm

    Hate.
    Fear.
    Mistrust.
    Really though,
    ignorance causes
    fear of those that are diff'rent

    next topic

    Writing your tax return.

    Ina

    xxx

    ReplyDelete
  5. Anonymous4:28 pm

    Curse,
    scream,
    shake fist,
    expectorate.
    Tax time comes again.
    My accountant does the above.

    Next topic:

    your favorite sitcom

    ReplyDelete
  6. Anonymous4:57 pm

    Scrubs!
    Fake
    Doctors
    goof around
    an old hospital...
    it is now their stage for hijinks!

    Next topic:

    Barack or Hillary?

    ReplyDelete
  7. Anonymous6:15 pm

    hated, death, taxes. fib sunday is tackling the tough topics!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Here -
    A
    Story
    You might cry!
    Barack, Hillary!
    If they were one, they would be fine!

    Next topic:

    Religion and politics

    ReplyDelete
  9. Anonymous6:33 pm

    Don't
    mix
    topics.
    Dangerous.
    Keep your God at home.
    Share your "joy" only when asked to.

    Next topic:

    the ultimate evil

    ReplyDelete
  10. Anonymous6:52 pm

    The Ultimate Evil

    Yes,
    You!
    Evil...
    You're ready?
    For a woman? Uh?
    As for the village idiot?

    next topic graham crackers

    ReplyDelete
  11. sweet
    treat
    wafer
    with cold milk
    packed in lunchboxes
    for school with peanut butter. yum!

    ReplyDelete
  12. next topic: migratory waterfowl

    ReplyDelete
  13. Anonymous6:17 am

    Here's a response to krafty bitch's Fib (although I may be heading off on a tangent):

    Nuts
    Banned
    From all
    Lunchboxes.
    Darwin is frowning
    As weaknesses are protected.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Anonymous10:24 am

    Is the next topic still migratory waterfowl?

    ReplyDelete