The DIY Blog, or Our Little Game of Telephone
So, living up to the responsibility of delivering a new post “Every. Single. Day.” has gotten to our fearless blogger. She lies asleep as this post writes itself, possibly dreaming of the most surreal tweet-up her subconscious can concoct.
As she has had a difficult week of largely sleepless nights, the I Cilantro Cilantro blog’s bete noire—MTM—dare not beckon her from her sleep.
So Monday, the blog will have to write itself. Or, the blog’s readers will have to write it for her….That’s right, you. For one day, I Cilantro Cilantro will become a version of the telephone game, in which the blog post will grow organically within the lines of the comment section. Readers are invited to contribute one line, or many one-liners, building upon what everyone else contributes.
And to keep it interesting, you are asked only to contribute two sentence fragments: the first fragment will be to complete the previous comment’s sentence fragment; and the second will be the beginning of a new sentence, that the subsequent commenter will finish. Make sense?
By way of illustration, building upon a recent fragment “I’m really not a witch…” a commenter might say “…but I would love to be able to cast spells. My first spell would be…” and then the next commenter would pick it up and carry it forward. I hope you will all feel some responsibility for picking it up and running with it. While the topics can range far and wide, remember that it is the I Cilantro Cilantro blog that is writing itself, so you are encouraged to echo back our fearless blogger’s unique voice.
So, to start it off, the Blog Post That Writes Itself begins with the first words from the title of the very first I Cilantro Cilantro:
Why a blog about….
candy and its impact on Halloween…can’t do without it and have to always have the right kind. If there are leftovers….
I sell those leftovers on the candy black market so that I can by the cilantro laden foods I love. Yes, even though I pretend not too love cilantro…
I secretly scheme up ways to use it with different dishes. I cringe at the thought ……..
Of betraying my readers. Everyone has secrets…..
should there be little secrets between spouses, mates, lovers etc that keep dark problems below the surface. Is it better to have a secret to maintain a relationship….
Or bring it out in the open for all of my readers. For surely my readers have there little secrets….
about Cilantro. Of course, Paprika also has
its uses,smoked or regular, to darken the dish. Herbs in my potions keep my subjects under subtle contol, with cilantro be the most subtle and yet the most effective.
in making people do things they wouldn’t do otherwise. Why just the other day…
I added lemon verbena to a special chicken dish prepared for my beloved husband. After he took the first bite he…
He asked me to put on my special Halloween dress and go out for a bicycle ride with him. Of course I would be happy too as soon as the corn finished cooking, but….
swelled up like a blowfish, prevously unaware of his allergy to any herb which can be used to make tea. We rushed to the car, but on the way to the hospital …
Looks like Michael Carnell and I posted at the same time to Melissa’s thread. Next person, take it as you will!
…my halloween dress disintegrated exposing lots of little secrets, as well as my hidden stash of my favorite candy, which spilled all over the…
heated leather seats, creating a sticky mess. Reaching for the glove compartment…
I once again remembered my witch’s training, and started a diabolical chant….cilantro, cilantro, forgs to fly, make my seat dry….and then….
Oh crap – I said forgs instead of frogs, so I got a dessert instead of a desert! Now I have to choose between a macaroon and a ….
vacuum to clean the remaining sticky mess! Drat, bats, and chicken fat, my skirt just flew over
my bicycle handlebars, making me the hot cootchie mama all y’all know I really am when I’m not
being stalked.
Thanks to everyone for making my day with this very entertaining commentary. It is good to know that my blog will live on for a day when I’m too under the weather to drag my digits across the keyboard.
Which is just what I’m getting ready to do now. Until tomorrow.
Late as usual
It’s earlier where I am than where you are. But, you’re right. You know me well.