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The name of the game is "Make It Up Monday," and the rules are as follows:

Every Monday, I am going to post a picture that I have found somewhere on the interwebs.
Take a look at the picture - I mean really look at it - and write down in the comment form a response to it.
It doesn't have to be super long or anything (but it can be as long as you want), just a few words even will do.
I will post information about the picture, but it is up to you whether you use it or not. If you want to completely disregard  the info I provide and come up with something completely original, then go for it!

For example, if a person is in the photo, what is he or she thinking?
What was going on directly before the picture was taken?
What's going to happen after?
Or, if you like captions, write a caption for the picture.
Easy as pie.

My only request is that you keep it marginally clean. Nothing that is purposefully offensive or rude, s'il vous plait! I believe that every word in the English language has a place for use (including the 4-letter ones), but please don't use them gratuitously. Just in general be classy about whatever you write.

All games have winners, right? Well, this one is no different. I and a small team of super qualified judges (aka my awesome family) will look at all the submissions and pick out our favorite. Depending on how many people enter, we will pick between 1 and 10 entries, and on Friday at approximately 5pm I will post the winner(s) with his/her/their submission(s) and a link to his/her/their blog(s). Free publicity! Wooo!!!

Always remember, have fun with your writing. Don't force it and just enjoy getting your thoughts out on paper (er... or computer screen?).

I will post my response in the comments section along with you guys, but it won't be added onto the list of submissions.

Here we go!
Go check out the Picasa album of Steve Baragona, the photog HERE!
He's quite good, eh?
Good luck!


P.S. I'm opening the floor for anyone who might have some ideas on future Make It Up Monday posts. Should I stick with the picture prompt? Should I expand that idea to something bigger and more involved? Or should I scrap the idea altogether and do something else? I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thanks in advance!


It was a good job that none of the tourists could understand him, as roughly translated he said "hey lady, you sure look fat in that outfit, my buffalo is better looking than you!" The tourist replied, "How sweet - Bob, give this guy a dollar, he looks like he needs dental care"
Murray said…
''standard saturday really. Grandfathers pipe,primark shoes and a giant sand castle''
erekking said…
He's definitely a wizard and that's definitely a wand.
Anonymous said…
A remarkable man! Come visit and learn from a family member of the "ever famous" Confucius. The 3 hour class teaches basic philosophy that will never be forgotten! Address: somewhere in China, your mission is to find him!!
Belle said…
Mr. Lee's wife started menopause six months ago. He now sits beside his apartment building watching the traffic and people go by. He enjoys it so much he wishes she had acted crazy years ago.
Guy Duperreault said…
I thoroughly enjoy the MIUM exercises! To modify the format? Well, to do so would be absolutely de rigour, since this is make it up Monday! Well, you have by definition of this exercise mandated some kind of circumloquacious perambulation.

Now, as to today's MIUM photo — I will let the nice little photo to percolate for a while.
Mey said…
don't stop make it up monday! I love it. but please begin allowing us to submit photos.
M. A. S. said…
“You think he’s as old as he looks?” I asked her. “It’s a hard life out here. He’s probably thirty.”
“I think he’s a thousand years old,” she replied. “He’s as old as the earth.” There was something disturbingly cosmic in her tone.
“Sixty?” I tried not to let the concern squeak out in my voice. But it did.
“I know this is a lot for you. I know it’s more than you bargained for. But the spirituality of this place will melt our souls together in a bond stronger than the moon and the earth.”
More than I bargained for? Pretty much. Twenty seven hundred miles from home with my Internet girlfriend that I just met and just happens to possess a cultish insanity. And I’m stuck here in some Tibetan Deliverance. I half expect this shaman dude to drop his pipe of I don’t even wanna know and break into Dueling Dramyins.
“No honey.” I had taken a lot of time to gather my thoughts, but I still had no idea what I was going to say. “It’s just so much energy here. It’s hard to wrap my head around.” Energy? What the hell am I talking about? That’s when he gave me the pipe. He just handed it to me.
“She’s not what she seems to be,“ he said with the most practiced English and complete annunciation I had ever heard, as he pushed his smoking cigar stick thing into my palm.”
If you mean she’s not crazy, I beg to differ. And then, a long inhale. What the… I feel kinda.
“Get his shoes off. We don’t have much time.”
Ghadeer said…
This world is one big family, yet the coming and going of our own mishaps and troubles tears away from us any feeling of belonging, leaving us feeling as remote from this world as the tiny stars we observe in our sky. I bet you this guy here feels lonely, misunderstood and intimidated as he watches others' lives revolve around him. You should remind him there are six billion others roaming this planet, stuck in this strange sphere, this cruel and kind home of ours, and that the worries worming their way through his mind are not foreign to anyone.
After the usual sunday dinner with the family, it's never wrong to enjoy a bit of pipe-tobacco and tea in the sunshine. Or in the shade if it gets too warm.

Your own uncle Liu grows the best tobacco you can get, how about learning how he grows it, and what he uses to fertilize the earth with! Afterward, we can practice more gung-fu in the back yard.
Lolamouse said…
Old man sits and grins
He has secrets you don't know
Laughing, he won't tell.
Keisha said…
I never really knew my grandfather. My childhood memories of him seem to consist only of his sterner features, the parts of him I learned to fear growing up. I remember the dark eyes that used to watch me like a snake watches a mouse, waiting to strike. I remember his lanky form, his spidery fingers curled around his long pipe while smoke eddied around him. He was always smoking, and in my more blissful days I thought him secretly a dragon, the smoke from his pipe produced not from some herb but from the fiery depths of his gut.
Most of all, I remember his voice. He spoke rarely, and when he did speak it was to chide me for misbehavior. I feared his voice even more than I feared the long, thin switch I learned to associate it with. His voice was sharp and stern, and it cut through the air like lightning.
My mother told me stories of a young soldier in love with the woman who would become her mother, or of a mischievous youth not unlike myself. But to attach these stories to the old, stoic man in the corner of the room was impossible for me. I knew my grandfather only as he was now; to imagine any softness or joy in him was unthinkable.
I was perhaps five or six on the day my grandfather called me to him. I searched my mind for reasons he might have to punish me as I approached him, too afraid to match his gaze.
“Today,” he announced, “you will accompany your grandfather on a walk.”
I hesitated as he stood. My grandfather moved from his chair so rarely that I thought him little more than an extension of the shadows. Now, seeing him stand with his baggy clothes draped over his thin frame, I could see how frail the man I feared truly was.
My grandfather took my hand, and I could feel his plump veins and spindly bones. In the other hand he held that ever-present pipe, unlit and waiting patiently for its master’s orders.
Saying nothing as he led me outside, my grandfather took me to a building on the edge of our small town. Slowly lowering his creaking form onto the curb, he beckoned me to do the same, never making eye contact with me but always staring forward. Across from us a square formation of stones outlined where a foundation had once been.
“This is where I grew up,” my grandfather said slowly as he dug into his pocket. “It burned down a few years ago.”
Out of his pocket my grandfather produced a pack of matches. He struck one and watched it burst into flames before lighting his pipe. After taking a thoughtful drag, my grandfather’s hand dove into his pocket again, this time pulling out a small bundle of sticks I had never seen before. He slowly pulled one from its companions and fiddled carefully with the stiff, white string attached to it.
“Watch,” he said.
He struck another match and touched the flame to the string. The string spluttered alight, the fire slowly creeping up its length to the small bundle wrapped around the stick’s head.
The flame touched the bundle and--woosh!--the bundle shot up into the sky and exploded in a mess of lights.
I squealed. I had seen firecrackers during New Years but in my short life I had yet to see something as wondrous as a tiny rocket! I looked excitedly at my grandfather, hoping that he would send up another.
My grandfather carefully withdrew another from the bundle, and again he struck a match and lit it. But this time he handed it to me.
I panicked, momentarily, fearing the rocket would harm me, but I listened to my grandfather’s instructions and howled with excitement when I felt it lift off and watched it fly up into the sky! I chased after its trail and jumped and called out as I watched sparks fall. I turned, grinning from ear to ear, and caught the look on my grandfather’s face.
He was crouched and leaning against the wall behind him, his spider fingers curled around his pipe, his dark eyes fixed on me, smiling. His teeth were stained from the smoke and the wear of ages, the lines in his cheeks and under his eyes more defined from the distortion of his features. But never had I seen my grandfather look more youthful than he did right then.
C.M. said…
As he smoked his pipe, he thought about the days where he used to have a hectic schedule. He used to think that it was impossible to accomplish everything that one wanted to do in twenty-four hours. Now he knows better. He wakes up every morning wanting to smoke the day away, then he does so. Why does life have to be so complicated?
Unknown said…
I haven't visited in so long!!! So many things have changed but I still love it and will always follow you!!! After all you were one of my very first followers so that makes you one of my favorites!
Guy Duperreault said…
'I've been told you're the man.'
'I'm the man.'
'You're the man?'
'I am the man!'
Melissa said…
WHat a cool idea! I had so much fun reading through these.
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