Did you hear the one about the woman who joined her own search party?

After yesterday’s post I can do with a laugh. Luckily the interwebs are full of humorous tidbits to lighten the mood.

Like the story of the woman who stepped off a tour bus in Iceland to freshen up, and when she came back they didn’t recognise her and reported her missing. They immediately started looking for her and she, not realising the missing person being described was her, joined in the search that lasted until three in the morning. This begs three questions:

How bad did she look when she got off the bus and what did she do to affect such a radical change in appearance in what seems to be the middle of nowhere? (Side-note: Could she be a superhero?)
Did she not speak to anyone on the bus? Surely this wouldn’t have happened had she been on a first-name basis with any of her fellow travellers.
Most important of all – seeing as she had an entire search party helping her, did this experience at least help her find herself?

And here’s another rendition of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, the song for this week’s Song Title Challenge.

When humans forget they are

You know I prefer to keep things light on if all else fails. The world is serious enough without me contributing. But sometimes one has to unsheath the hammer and start whacking stuff.

Imagine this: You come home from work. Hang on. Did I say home? I mean the shack knocked together from scavenged wood and corrugated iron sheets without water, electricity, plumbing or a floor which is the only home you can afford. So, you come home from work. Except, your home isn’t there. Some guys in overalls had pulled it down and all your stuff that used to be inside is gone. Normally in a situation like this you’d call the police, but they’re already there, standing in a line between your angry and crying neighbours and the men systematically destroying your homes, protecting the latter.

If you think this sounds like something that happens in third world dictatorships you’ll be right, but not this time. This time it happened in a country that less than a month ago had its fifth free and fair democratic elections as they celebrated twenty years of freedom from oppression. Yeah. Right.

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Song Title Challenge #50: Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall

It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.

Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.

If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.

This week’s song is the immortal American classic, Ninety-Nine Bottle of Beer on the Wall. Guess who suggested it. No, really. Guess. Bumblepuppies reckoned this song will make a good thriller.

Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall

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KokkieH Reviews Summer Knight by Jim Butcher

Ever since his girlfriend left town to deal with her newly acquired taste for blood, Harry Dresden has been down and out in Chicago. He can’t pay his rent. He’s alienating his friends. He can’t even recall the last time he took a shower.

The only professional wizard in the phone book has become a desperate man.

And just when it seems things can’t get any worse, in saunters the Winter Queen of Faerie. She has an offer Harry can’t refuse if he wants to free himself of the supernatural hold his faerie godmother has over him — and hopefully end his run of bad luck. All he has to do is find out who murdered the Summer Queen’s right-hand man, the Summer Knight, and clear the Winter Queen’s name.

It seems simple enough, but Harry knows better than to get caught in the middle of faerie politics. Until he finds out that the fate of the entire world rests on his solving this case.

No pressure or anything… – Book description on cover

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Doctor Who as you’ve never seen it before…

A couple of weeks ago, bumblepuppies (expanding my musical horizons one song title at a time) complained that I was writing too much about Doctor Who. Apparently he thinks Dr Seuss is much cooler. Now, I enjoy The Cat in the Hat as much as the next guy and Dr Seuss rhymes like nobody’s business, but he doesn’t have a TARDIS. Pwned! (Did I use that right?)

So, just like the bumbling puppy regularly uses my comments on his song suggestions as an excuse to send me ever more zany song titles, I’m using his comment as inspiration for today’s post. And I found the most awesomest video ever and I simply have to share it with everyone. Here goes:

Awesome, isn’t it?

Also, if you haven’t seen it yet, here’s the first official trailer of Season 8 that’s coming in a few months. It’s incredibly short, but it had the wife squealing with delight. We may need to get out more…