A Little Assistance Please
Posted on March 6, 2008
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I need your help today - on two counts.
One: You all seemed to have enjoyed the bit of fiction I shared yesterday and because I’m not sure where to go with it next, I’m interested to hear what my fair readers might propose as possible plot trajectory for my character and her love interest. Remember I’m not trying to write a romance novel so feel free to get all dark and moody with your suggestions. I prefer disappointment and distress but I promise to entertain ideas of love’s fulfillment if the circumstances are interesting. Please, discuss: How would you like to see the story resolved?
Two: I have heard this one song on the radio occasionally over the course of the past few years and I never seem to catch the name or the recording artist. I’ve searched iTunes with every possible title option I can think of and no results. So I’m going to sing it for you (please excuse the humiliating vocals) and hopefully one of you holds the information I seek.
The chorus goes, “All I want is to hold you in my armmmmms/All I want is to (pause) hollllddddd you in myyyy arms….
See and that’s all I can remember so it’s no surprise that vague iTunes searches using the words Hold You, Hold Me, In My Arms, etc. aren’t generating the results I need. It sounds like the song is performed by a Brit band but it’s not The Killers or Oasis. I’m stumped but intent on getting this one, so please, someone, put me out of my misery.
And lastly, can anyone tell me what the deal is with Idol’s David Cook. I really like him, he rocked the Lionel Richie this week and he’s by far my favorite male contestant. But then someone had to come along and tell me that he’s worked as an exotic dancer at a gay club. Is there truth to this rumor? Does it matter? I’m really only judging him on the vocals? Should I care whose lap he prefers to dance in? Since My Better Half refuses to watch Idol with me, I am forced to blog about it. I apologize.
And while this post is turning into something of a rant, I’ll also fill you in on the tooth fairy’s latest visit to the Madmarriage household. While O has become a doubter, he held true and steadfast in the face of temptation and didn’t spoil things for his little sister who happened to loose a tooth yesterday at school and came home all flush-faced excitement, anticipating the tooth fairy’s visit. O had a huge shit-eating grin on his face but several severe looks in his direction and he got all tight-lipped and serious, fully anticipating the extent of his mother’s wrath should he spill the beans.
While it’s a day of meanderings and mental wandering, I’ll share the best bit of trivia I unearthed today:
The Book of Lists’ 12 Most Unusual Items Sold on eBay as of 2001 all of which underscore the fact that there’s no accounting for taste, old food from fallen from a famous mouth is not just regurgitated spittle and, well, I’ll let number 12 speak for itself because it’s just better than fiction.
1. Pierre Omidyar (eBay’s founder) broken laser pointer (sold for $14)
2. Honus Wagner “T206″ baseball card (rarest, most valuable trading card in the world; sold for $1.3 million)
3. Gulfstream private jet (sold for $4.9 million which was, at printing time in 2001, the most expensive item ever sold on eBay)
4. Oldest known pair of Levi’s jeans (sold for $46,432)
5. Man’s entire life possessions (still for sale at time of printing)
6. Justin Timberlake’s partially eaten French toast (sold for $1025)
7. Britney Spear’s chewed bubble gum (sold for $511.04)
8. Grilled cheese sandwich with purported image of the Virgin Mary (sold for $28,000)
9. Woman’s deceased father’s walking cane - his ghost included (sold for $65,100)
10. Three tablespoons of water from a cup used by Elvis Presley (sold for $455)
11. Texas snowball - fell on X-mas day, the first time snow had fallen in Texas in 109 years (sold for $92)
12. Man’s forehead for advertising space (sold for $37,375)
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oh, for the love of god..now I have the chorus of a song I don’t even know running in my head - I keep changing the tune in the hopes of it sparking a memory that will put me out of my misery…AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. By the way -is it me or does the slice of pizza look more like Marilyn than Mary? I’m going to my darker side for inspiration on your story….
If she was me, “Teddy” would string her along for a while until she agreed to meet him at a hotel in another city. Then he would change his mind at the last minute while having a drink with her at the hotel bar. He would tell her that he was still as crazy in love with his wife as the day they got married and he couldn’t go through with it. Then as she is leaving the hotel, they run into a friend of the family and the lid would blow off the whole thing. Her life would fall apart, the business would go under and he would end up doing time for soliciting sex from underage boys in public washrooms. No happy endings, no closure. Just bitterness and resentment. Is that too much disappointment and distress?
The AI male stripper scandal (such as it is, which doesn’t seem like much) involves David Hernandez, not David Cook. It’s the Year of the Davids on that show.
I’d need some more lyrics to work with before I could hazard a guess on that song that’s stuck in your head…sorry.
Ivanonese, Sorry to put random words in your head without tune. I’ll have to phone you and sing it for you, that should wake you up in the morning.
Moshizzle, I love it. Now that’s my kind of ending. And I laughed to hard that I spit my drink across the room.
Florinda, Thank you for the clarification. Now THAT makes a lot of sense.
Chasing Cars, by Snow Patrol?
Also? David cook wasn’t the dancer, that was David Hernandez…..just sayin’
Oh no. I have enough difficulty coming up with endings for my own stories–I’m not working on yours. Good luck though. And don’t forget to let us know how it ends.
PS I saw that you tagged me–I’ll get on it soon.
Flutter, Nope it’s not Snow Patrol, damn, I am totally stuck on this one.
edj, that’s okay, save your brilliance for your own work, I can’t begrudge you that decision.
And now that I know it’s Hernandez and not Cook involved in the lap dance scandal, it makes a lot more sense. Things seemed a little off kilter, crooked and unjust when I was imagining David Cook stripping. I just couldn’t live with that image.
There really is no accounting for tastes. A chewed gum? a bitten toast? And why didn’t I think of the snowball? I was here (in Texas) when it took place. My idiot self marveled at the unusual weather when my non-existent business self should have been accumulating flakes to sell. I do however have a possessed pair of panties, A twisty ghost inhabits them. Anyone? My reserve is $1000 take it or leave it.
As to the story. I want a happy ending. I really do. Does it have to be tragic? Buck the tragic trend Cce! Last I heard, romance sells. I should know, I buy them all the time. Surprise me.
I want to hear you sing it too. The melody will tell me who it is. Maybe Ron has an idea. I’ve recently discovered he is Mr. Music Connoisseur.
Was he really a stripper? Does it matter? Aren’t they all in a way? Stripping themselves away?
Milena,
It maybe a happy ending for her, but then that leaves her husband and her lover’s wife to have a sort of unhappy ending, right? No matter which way I slice it, someone’s gotta lose.
As for Ron and music, I’m not sure if he’ll know this one. I’m guessing from his silence that he’s stumped too but I’m pretty certain he’s not a stripper. Music connoisseur, maybe? Male dancer, I think not. (just teasing, I know what you meant)
She’s married? I thought the girl was single! Wait let me go back and re-read… there it is - “and a decade married” you say… Now where did I get the idea she was a single mom? This is intolerable. I hate reading about cheating wives. Don’t know why the double standard precisely but it just makes it seems more sordid somehow. I know, I know, I’m going to get clobbered for this one but a cheatin’ mommy AND wife has no fictional business being. The reality cheating husband doesn’t exist where I come from. We Latinas take care of those… if you know what I mean.
I hardly know where to start …
One, that is not the Virgin Mary. It is Marlene Dietrich.
Two, the song you are looking for might be this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjNskL3Nn5U&feature=related
(They do sound British - but they’re from Germany.)
Three, I’ll think about the plot possibilities for your doomed couple. It could be that this casually mentioned wife turns out to be Milena, and the affair becomes a murder mystery, your poor misguided protagonist run up against the angry Latina wife. Just a thought.
I’d say more but I am so tired from those blue-haired women hitting on me all day at the dance club, I mean work.
Ahahaha! 90s Eurodance! Sorry, I just can’t picture it… And I’ll feel beyond stupid if Ron is right. Eat-my-hat stupid. I’m just laughing so hard right now. I know, I’m not being helpful at all. Google gave me Ray Lamontagne, Neil Young and Elvis. I shut up now.
No freakin’ idea about the song.
Now I’m really confused about Idol. Which one is David Cook, and which one David Hernandez? Shit.
And your O is nicer than my Ben. Who told Jack point blank that the tooth fairy was me (or their father).
I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ve missed you.
Ah Ha, I’ve got it, I’ll share the song in the next post. Though I’m awfully glad Ron took a stab at this one b/c now I’m on to a new German band, forget the Brits!
Get some rest, Ron. I know weekends are a busy time in the male escort business but you should really look after yourself.
Milena, I know, I know, it seems that the character is unforgiveable for her dalliance but I’m busy creating the context that makes the whole thing make sense. I mean, if her husband’s a turd then why the hell not? I’m also just interested in how this type of thing happens over and over again. It’s human nature, this falling in love at all the wrong times.
Well now I’m thinking of selling my forehead for advertising space. Though they’d get a much better value out of the space across my ass.
No, it shouldn’t matter that he might (and who knows if these things are true) be a gay stripper. Or a stripper at all. Since, if things end well, he could join Diablo Cody (former stripper) and win an Oscar of his own one day (a la Jennifer Hudson). See how I tied that all up for you, with a bow?
As for your plot, your protagonist could observe the wife doing something with the pool boy. Thereby freeing Mr. Dreamy to move on with her. No? Okay, you’ll have to give me more time, then, and at least 2 more cups of coffee.
I’ll go all “happy begonia” on you and suggest that your character’s husband will take notice of the extra attention she has been giving herself and their romance is rekindled.
OR.. you can have your leading lady stalk Ted and kill him slowly–kind of Kathy Bates in “Misery.”