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I would like to introduce you to one of my guilty little pleasures.
(Don’t give me that look—we all have them). :roll:

A few years ago I was channel-surfing, not really paying much attention.  I noticed that I’d landed on a station that was showing a marionette-type program, something obviously meant for children.
And then I started watching…

I saw a tiny little service station attendant walk up to a tiny little sports car and fill the tiny little tank.  Suddenly, the tiny little driver backed his car over the attendant who screamed in agony, his body flattened beneath the wheels, and the tiny little driver sped away without paying. :shock:

Oh yeah.  I was immediately on board. :grin:

The show was called “Captain Scarlet”.  It was produced in the 1960s, and featured something called Supermarionation.  And they were not kidding.

There were tiny little people living in LIFELIKE tiny little homes, driving tiny little cars, flying tiny little jets.  And whoever was in charge of making this thing was very fond of blowing things up—and yes, they were REAL explosions, and done very well.

I confess, I was fascinated.  Tiny little guns fired tiny little bullets that left holes in tiny little bodies (when they weren’t wearing tiny bulletproof vests).  Tiny little furniture with tiny little drawers that really opened.  There were tiny little video screens, tiny little landscapes, tiny little waterfalls, tiny EVERYTHING, done in AMAZING detail. 

Captain Scarlet was the hero with rugged jaw and blue eyes, who sounded amazingly like Cary Grant.

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He, of course, had backup, which included the jet-flying Angels.  Destiny Angel, a hawt little blonde, was obviously Scarlet’s favorite.

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And then came the fateful day…

Captain Scarlet and his gang celebrated a victory.  And there was Captain Scarlet dressed to the nines, coolly sipping a tiny flute of champage, and Destiny Angel, decked out in a skin-tight dress with a tiny feather boa. :popcorn:
Naturally, I imagined the rest.
Captain Scarlet woud ply Destiny with champagne from his tiny little bottle.  He’d slip into his tiny smoking jacket, fondle her pert, tiny breasts, proceed with a tiny bit of foreplay, then whip out his tiny little erection to the sound of her tiny, high-pitched cries… :hump:

The interesting thing is that, although I watched a number of the programs, and I remember that the detail was INCREDIBLE—I couldn’t tell you what ANY of the storylines were about.

Morals of this story?
1) Don’t get TOO bogged down in the details.  You may impress your reader for a while, but overload is a distraction.  The details should EMBELLISH the story, not overwhelm it. :yes:
2) You can come up with a blog that equates writing to just about ANYTHING if you try hard enough. :bounce: