DAILY MONSTER 182 (of 200)
Good morning. Did you have a good weekend? Did you get to relax a little bit? Are you ready for the new week? A lesser person would immediately attach nose to grindstone — how pedestrian — but you understand the need for some initial inspiration. And what better way to get it than to check out the weekend’s cornucopia of stories for Monsters 180 and 181? There’s some seriously funny stuff waiting for you.
With the new week comes a new Daily Monster, of course:
No.182 appears to be another Groovemonster — a creature in tune both with the rhythms of the street and the drumbeat of fashion. Where do you think it came from? Where do you think it’s headed? What’s it listening to? What time is it where 182 is right now? How does its anatomy affect its moves? Obviously, you’re under no legal obligation to let us in on 182’s secrets, but if you know something, the moral imperative is certainly that you please…
Have an excellent, excellent week!
I’m glad you’re here, and I’m looking forward
to seeing you again tomorrow. 344 LOVES YOU
The diet worked! They fit! Zeet did a little bounce of celebration.
The stage is her cosy home, the stage is her life. Oh, what a “fashionista” she is. Lady Snakehead is very stylish, a couturière of a Monstersnake’s model dress shop.
While she’s sitting and waiting, she’s listening to the sound of music “Get off of my cloud”… She realy likes this song.
She can get always what she want…
Yeah man, I was just, you know, contemplating how groovy Bob Dylan’s music was. Like it was just totally awesome. And mind boggling. Anyway man I just really need some peace in the middle east… dude.
Oh my gosh! Monster Limbo!
How low can you go? How low can you go?
Limbo, Limbo, cha cha cha.
Lauren sat on the little wall in front of her house and smiled. It was a great day, with the sun shining all over and no cloud to be seen on the bright blue sky. She pulled out her MP3 player while crossing her legs and plugged in the earphones. It was time for a nice little tune to match the weather.
Scrolling up and down her playlist, she finally stuck with the song “Summer Son” of Texas. She pressed the play button, wriggling around a bit in anticipation. The first tunes blared loudly through the earphones. The bass made her shiver and she giggled.
When she noticed a shadow on her face, she looked up from her daydreaming. It was her neighbor, an old jolly man. He cocked his head and looked at her with worry in his eyes. “Young lady, don’t you think that’s a little loud for you? It will ruin your ears.” Lauren shook her head, however, so he shrugged and walked past her.
The hours flew and soon the sun burned from the sky with the last warm rays of the day. She was even a bit deceived, since for her the hours had flewn by while she had listened to the music. One song would be nice as a final touch to the nice day. She pressed the “random” button this time, looking forward to how the technics would surprise her.
For the second time of the day, she was ripped out of her music-induced dream world when her neighbor stepped up to her again. “This music is awfully loud, young lady. You really should turn it down a bit. I hope you don’t want to wear hear aids like I do in two years!”
Lauren looked up to him and scratched her head apologetically while taking out her earphones. “Sorry, but could you repeat yourself please? I have to read from your lips, you know? I was born deaf…”
(Only after I’ve written that I noticed that it could remind you of that one song by Herbert Grönemeyer. It’s on German, though…)
In the music room of the local highschool, and with the love of most rock music of various bands..Missysister Crumbcake had jammed a few times with the other music heads who then moved into the proverbial garage to court the spark..crafting a brand of similarly guitar-driven angst rock in the recesses. You gotta do as many gigs and outdoor festivals as you can…”if your gonna make it in the biz, you gotta move and groove to the sounds of where the action is….peace..”
Willy! The free dancing whale has come to your local disco to show off his salt water FEVER! And look out ladies, He’s SINGLE!
Jeremiah met with his fish friends every week to practice their salmon dance. Having a very small short-term memory of a typical sea-monster, he couldn’t be sure if he has already participated in the practicing session. So he exercised about a dozen times each week.
One day, an old man with a long, white beard called Darwin or maybe Dravin showed up at their underwater disco. He had some profound influence on the dancers… After Jeremiah woke up the next morning, he wasn’t able to breathe underwater and he noticed two unfamiliar limbs attached to his body. Later, he found out they were called “leggs.” Then he forgot about them. Next day, he discovered them again for the first time.
Jeremiah wasn’t sure, what to do next, being banned from his native waters. His instincts told him to seek out and challenge a worthy opponent to a dance battle, someone like Disco Stu. What happened after he finally found him, would become the number one story grandparents fish would tell their fishlings. Over and over, each week with all details since they weren’t sure when they told the story the last time. — Fish have a very small short-term memory, remember?
What’s his name gonna be? How about Blabbermouth, the jerky monster for jerks? Walter Windbag? Ugly Dennis? Hortense the mule-faced monster! Lester Lionheart? No, Loudmouth Lester! Stupid Lester Garbage Face!
Lester Lionheart sells insurance to the elderly. Some might say his tactics are a bit underhanded but he thinks he’s doing justice to the profession. And the outrageous commissions he gets for making sales? Who’s counting? Maybe his name SHOULD be Stupid Lester Garbage Face.
Marlon loves disco. He’s Stayin’ Alive. He’s the Dancing Queen. He’s YMCA, man, doing his Travolta moves under the disco ball. His big red shoes are on fire. But the people flee. Are his shoes really on fire? He checks. They’re not. Does the music hurt their ears? He must know. He knocks a woman in the head with a flying shoe. Blood dribbles off her forehead as she lies below him. He apologizes and asks why she ran. She whimpers. She does not understand him. He must master their language. He steps away. She stumbles to her feet and flees. Then he understands; it’s a new dance. Brilliant! He runs after her. He runs and screams. His two tiny hearts pump rhythmically. I Will Survive! he yells. I am the Dancing Queen!
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