While we all love Madonna and what she has done over the years, it does show we can all have a bad day at the office. She certainly knows how to upstage everyone.
To be fair, she did carry on and finish her song, even smiling at the end! I wouldn’t want to be the guys who pulled her off the stage though.
Absolutely live, two minutes after co-presenter Laura Whitmore said ‘Who knows what will happen…It’s Live!!’
This morning I woke up to see the moon still in the sky. I have tried a few times to capture the moon, but it usually comes out as a blurred spotlight in the sky. The best time to take the moon is when the sky is a little lighter. Taking the moon against a black night sky confuses my poor camera, and it just can’t balance the whites.
You will also need a camera that you can adjust the shutter speed to get the most detail from the moon. Other than that, a tripod and an enormous zoom lens would be good ideas too.
For those who missed the big event of the weekend, or who need a little cheering up this Monday, check out the Whose Blog is it Anyway? from the guest bloggers at Don Charisma’s blog. There are some great comic writings on there and all of them are fantastic pieces of improv.
If you want to read my second attempt at improvised writing, the read my post titled Why isn’t 11 pronounced onety-one?
Enjoy, and have a great week everyone.
We’ve all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.
– Robert Wilensky, circa 1996
Today I accepted an impro writing challenge from doncharisma.org . The topic has not been revealed, I have never done impro, and I haven’t written more than 50 words in a post on my blog.
Don’s challenge will require a 500 – 2000 word submission, with some witty content no doubt. I hope he has a monkey with a typewriter award, as I’m sure to be the first in line for it…Stay tuned for the results.
100 years gone by
Growing tall and strong
Waiting for someone to come and play
Without warning it was to be my last day
One gust of wind and my boughs were broken
My heart torn in two with no hope to recover
Now as I lie on the ground I see children come close
They sit and climb along my once strong limbs
If I could cry I would shed happy tears
In death no longer alone
I recently read a post from a new blog I followed about the recent bad weather in England. It reminded me of an old tree blown over in the storm which stood alone in a huge park and inspired me to write a short poem – my first in about 30 years!
Here’s the original post – England Weather