Bookshelf Battle

And it continues…

QUESTION:  Cthulhu

ANSWER:  Cthuwhatwho?

QUESTION:  Cthulhu.  A mythical monster, akin to bigfoot, but it is large and has a squiddy tentacle face.

ANSWER:  Why would a cthulhu want to stop me from posting once a day?

QUESTION:  Because you dared to post about them.  You’re doing it right now.  They want to keep their existence a secret.

ANSWER:  Then I’ll stop posting about them.  And if that doesn’t satisfy them, then I will zap them with my eyeball lasers.

QUESTION:  You have eyeball lasers?

ANSWER:  Doesn’t everybody?

QUESTION:  Narwhals.

ANSWER:  Nar-whats?

QUESTION:  Narwhals.  Whales with large pointy tusks on their heads.

ANSWER:  What, like a unicorn whale?  Please, let’s try to keep this to the realm of possibility.

QUESTION:  They exist!

ANSWER:  Seriously?  We can’t have horned horses but they have horned whales?

QUESTION:  I know.  Hardly seems fair.  But you’re in a boat, trying to post on your blog, and one of them is coming at you with its mighty tusk, ready to poke a hole through the side of your ship.

ANSWER:  Two words.  Giant cork.

QUESTION:  Excuse me?

ANSWER:  With expert precision, I toss a giant cork onto the narwhal’s mighty tusk, rendering it useless.

QUESTION:  Why do you carry a giant cork around with you?

ANSWER:  Doesn’t everybody?

QUESTION:  Lochness monster.

ANSWER:  I’m not in Scotland.

QUESTION:  Ninjas kidnap you and transport you to Scotland.

ANSWER:  Damn it.  Your scenarios are impeccable.  Still, Nessie is a champion of free speech.  She’s cool.  She won’t try to stop the blog.

QUESTION:  She’s a jerk in this scenario.

ANSWER:  That’s sad.  But really, all I have to do is try to take a picture of her and she’ll swim away, leaving me with but a mere blurry image on my camera.

QUESTION:  You’ve rejected Katy Perry and Katee Sackhoff in the name of your one post a day challenge.  What if we throw Charlize Theron into the mix?

ANSWER:  Damn you, Hypothetical Questioner.

QUESTION:  Charlize Q. Battler has a nice ring to it.

ANSWER:  It does, but I refuse to disappoint my 3.5 regular readers.  No dice!

As my 3.5 regular followers know, I’m doing a one post a day challenge.

The other day, I discussed some scenarios and explained how they will not prevent me from following through on my commitment to post once a day.

In case you missed it.

I’ve considered some further scenarios:

QUESTION – The zombie apocalypse breaks out.  A walker is sitting in your office chair, using your computer, surfing the net and playing Candy Crush.  Surely you will concede that it would not be worth it to risk your life in order to make a post?

ANSWER – I concede nothing.  I will grab one of the action figures on my bookshelf, jam it into the zombie’s brain, and will not only clear a path to my computer, but also vindicate myself for being a grown man who collects action figures.  Two birds with one stone.

QUESTION:  You are put into a straight jacket, tied up with ropes and chains, dangled upside down by your feet in an iron safe, and tossed off a helicopter into the ocean.

ANSWER:  You’re talking about a typical Tuesday for me, son.  First, I dislocate my shoulder ala Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon.  I too have a shoulder injury from Vietnam.  Sidenote:  Do not go to Vietnamese Disneyworld, they have zero ride safety.  At least I think it was Vietnamese Disneyworld.  Maybe it was just a guy in a mouse suit with a couple of lousy rides.

Anyway.  The shoulder trick allows me to slide out of the strait jacket.  I then either pick the locks attached to the ropes and chains, or I just flex my muscles and bust them all off.  I’m pretty sure I’ll go with the latter.

Finally, I roundhouse kick the safe door open, swim to the surface, then fist fight a shark until I force him into a state of submission, from which point I ride him like an aquatic horse back to the mainland, where I find an Internet cafe and post.

QUESTION:  Terrible snow storm.  Power is knocked out.  We’re talking fifty feet of snow.

ANSWER:  I keep a set of skis at the ready for just this situation.  Like a prairie dog or other burrowing rodent, I will dig my way to the surface, dragging the skis behind me as they will be tied to my belt.  I will then ski hundreds of miles if necessary until I find a computerized device that will allow me to post.

QUESTION:  You are hit by a bus and put into a full body cast.  Every inch of your body is completely and hopelessly immobilized.

ANSWER:  I’ve already discussed this situation with area hospitals.  I will hold a pencil in my mouth, and a nurse will move an iPad around, poking the letters I desire up against the pencil.  Those posts will be poorly edited and grossly misspelled, but they will still count.

QUESTION:  A gypsy curses you.  The curse?  If you post, you will drop dead.  Therefore, by posting, you in effect, will ruin the rest of your challenge, because you’ll be dead, and ergo, won’t be able to post for the rest of the year.

ANSWER:  Damn, you’re good.  First, I’ve scribbled a year’s worth of posts down.  I wrote them with lemon juice so they aren’t visible unless run under a black light.  I have left instructions to my team of attorneys to hire an intern who will continue to post on my behalf for the rest of the year.

Alternatively, I will apologize to the gypsy for whatever slight I made in her direction, for gypsies usually don’t curse people for shits and giggles.  My charm and wit will surely get me off the hook, leaving me fit as a fiddle and able to post for the rest of the year.

QUESTION:  You have failed to post…

ANSWER:  Impossible!

QUESTION:  Just concede for purposes of this hypothetical that you failed to post.

ANSWER:  I concede nothing.

QUESTION:  It is a given that you did not post on a day.  That’s it.  You’re done.  There’s no way to undo that.

ANSWER:  I’ve already thought of it.  First, I will have my body cryogenically preserved, leaving strict instructions that I am only to be thawed out on the day time  travel is invented.  I will then use said time traveling invention to return to the day in question and enter a post.

QUESTION:  Even if doing so changes the very fabric of space and time?  Suppose, for example, it was predestined that you would not post.  Maybe you post something that infuriates one of your 3.5 readers to the point that they become a mad scientist and turn us all into a race of hybrid mutant half-people, half horses.

ANSWER:  Then we spend all eternity as centaurs, man!  I MADE A PROMISE TO MY 3.5 READERS!