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FourthWits

It's multi-dimensional!

FourthWits

The game is afoot afoot afoot.

I had a four-dimensional game plan and I wanted to run this guy through the game. Each panel would show four views like this. This is as far as I got, though. It was time-prohibitive as I didn't have the tools to do the kind of modeling I wanted. Maybe someday he'll get his chance to get out of that little qoob.

Not sure, but I think this was all done in-computer. With a mouse or trackball and an old low-res CRT. Those were the days!




Why? Because I had these two partial video recordings of this song, so I stitched them together. (Roughly. The audio change is rather obvious, even besides the sudden change of my hair and shirt). Then I overlaid them with silliness, as befits this goofy old song.
Lyrics are not quite the same as in the video. Most notably, I realized that all these years I'd been singing about Francis Scott Keyes, which isn't his name. Appropriate changes followed.

Note to patriots: No, I am not saying America is imperialistic. Not in spirit. But Americans can be, who veer from the American way. That's what this song is about. If anything. It's a one-note joke, see. How can a song titled The Great American Song not be The Great American Song, even if it isn't really The Great American Song? (Which would probably have to be either America the Beautiful or Don McLean's American Pie. Or American Woman by The Guess Who. Just kidding!)

Performed in Mindful Webworkshop #11, 2016 Oct 21, reformatted for wide-screen with slight edits, and vocal track added.



End of the Road
Lum and Edna, Outbound

Hang out with Lum and Edna as they watch the old empty highway.

It's Lum and Edna!
Lum and Edna originally appeared in End of the Road



Invulnerable
Invulnerable

Out of nowhere came a man with a miraculous message

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Paul's smile

Look! Up in the sky!

Part I
Safe

Chapter 1
Out of Nowhere
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p2 p3 p4 p5 p6
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Chapter 2
From the Center
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p2 p3 p4
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Chapter 3
Notes from Dr Thomas Baker

Chapter 4
A Time of Innocence

Chapter 5
Paul

Chapter 6
Zach and Ike

Chapter 7
The Gathering

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Part II
A Believer's Visitation

Prologue

Chapter 1
Prisoner

Chapter 2
The Long Haul

Chapter 3
The Extraction

Chapter 4
Abandoned

Chapter 5
Escape

Chapter 6
The General

Chapter 7
Returned

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Epilogues

Questions

Dr Tom Baker

Memories
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Community Emails
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Inspirations & Sources
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Short & Tall Tales
Geographic Jollies

They saw a sign directing them to "Heavener."

H sweater letter

A Mindful Webworker comments on Arlo and Janis.com in reply to: Mike in Missouri discussing place-name pronunciations, especially regarding Cairo, Illinois, "the old time rivermen call it KAY-ro (which the locals don’t like)"

Mike in Missouri, my Illinois-native wife must be an “old time riverman,” because she allus tol’ me it was KAY-ro, but at least I won’t spend a night in jail. Wasn’t Cairo, IL, the original “final home” before the locals helped the JW’s decide that Salt Lake City would be more hospitable?*

Over here in Oklahoma, you have Miami, which of course is My-AM-uh. ‘Nuff said.

Decades ago, a relative described driving his new furriner wife around south-eastern Oklahoma. They saw a sign directing them to “Heavener.” My religiously starry-eyed but geographically challenged relative exclaimed to his bride, Why! We’re “heaven-ers!” So they drove into town, asked a local how you pronounce the name of the town, and skee-daddled out of there when they heard him welcome them, of course, to “HEAVE-nurr”.

* No, that was Mormons, and it was Nauvoo, IL.



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