Quest The First: A Thing Makening.
Hello.
Oh. Look. Behind this friendly looking tree.
An invitation.
It is gold encrusted, or written on a napkin from your favorite bar. Or both. Both is good.
It reads thusly:
Dearest darlingest human.
You are hereby invited to take part in the makening of a thing.
Should you accept, please make 10 seconds of noises into a voice memo, and reply to this email with that file. Lemme know if you need technical assistance.
These may be musical noises, or not if the prospect of attempting to be musical causes you angst or ennui.
Shake a pepper shaker. Rip a phone book in half using nothing but grill tongs. Bang your fist against a desk. Toot a horn. Scream into the void. Wire tap a neighborhood bird.
Your move holy man. Choose wisely.
With clandestine schemes,
Gandalf the Technicolor
P.S. This is not coming on a bi-weekly Monday. Gandalf the Technicolor mutinied, citing that Thursdays, especially magical seven-ish Thursdays, are days for strange noises and thing makening. I could not agree more. I have willingly ceded control of the ship to this fabulous creature.
Ever your captain, though currently tied up in silly string, surrounded by confetti, chocolate bars, and persimmons in a surprisingly opulent stateroom on the Flying Dutchman,
Alex