“We’re expecting yet more snow today,” Biff Buffley said, pointing at the green screen behind him as he smiled into the camera, “as Spring Storm Someone sweeps the northeast.” (More)
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Doodles and Minnie Spring Fever. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Note: Today’s characters previously appeared in Winter Storm Snicker, Shutdown Storm Gooper, Winter Storm BeeBee, F-f-frigid-d-d, Severe Chocolate Event, Tropical Storm Coochiecoo and Snowmageddalypse, and Tropical Depression Biff.
On the studio floor, Melinda tucked her knees under her shoulders, crossed her ankles behind her neck, pushed her torso up with her arms, and whispered to her girlfriend Nora. “Spring Storm Someone?”
“Is that legal?” Craig the cameraman asked, watching Melinda.
In the control room, Tammy muttered “I suppose it’s legal, but if that’s yoga then I’m sticking to jazzercise.”
Bill the sound man shook his head. “My wife does yoga. She can’t do that.”
“My cat can’t even do that,” Craig said.
“Her question stands,” Nora said testily. “Why is this Spring Storm Someone?”
“We’re past the end of the winter storm season,” Biff explained after they cut away to an ad, “and we haven’t yet started the summer storm season. So we don’t have any name ready for this.”
“The National Weather Service doesn’t name winter storms,” Melinda said, combing her toes through her hair. “You guys just made those names up. Why not make up a name for this one?”
“I’m calling a chiropractor,” Craig said. “Just in case.”
“We have Dr. Selarub on speed dial,” Tammy said from the control room.
“That’s it!” Nora said with a wide grin. “Call it Spring Storm Selarub. Give him some free advertising.”
“Then everyone will wonder why we skipped the A-through-R storm names,” Biff said.
“Well,” Tammy mused, “Dr. Selarub’s first name is Aaron….”