Fwd: Mona Lisa on the street in Sydney, Australia.
Subject: Fw: Mona Lisa on the street in Sydney, Australia(someones got a lot of time on their hnds)!.
Bet with you for a cup of coffee that you will never be able to
figure out how this was achieved.
3,604 cups of coffee which have been made into a giant
Mona Lisa painting in Sydney , Australia . The 3,604 cups
of coffee were each filled with different amounts of milk
to create the different tones and shades !
A Dog of a Different Color
Jill: Tonic! You’re back. And you’re covered in dust. But Jack’s still mad at you. I’m afraid he’d throw you out again if he saw you like this. Oh, wait. I’ve got an idea!
Jack: Hey, you got us a new dog? Great!
Gin: lick.
Today’s word was dust
Photo Hunt
Sorry I’m running so late. I DO intend to do this, but I’m buried in legal papers and looking at two tight deadlines right now.
Suzie’s House 209: The First Clue
Fascinated by the way his footsteps echoed off the concrete floor and walls of the hall in the club’s basement, Drew stopped. It shouldn’t have surprised him when the hollow sound also stopped. It was as if he still had China Black in his blood stream. Or maybe as if he was never going to recover from it. He stood there right outside the room where he was supposed to meet up with Dave, unable to move.
55 – An Arrangement Between Adults
“Carly, there you are. Why don’t you let yourself in?” Mom said.
“See, I told you to just come in,” Tina said.
“I know, but I feel weird if I don’t knock. I mean, I have to knock in the afternoon, why not in the morning? Just because my mother sent me?”
“Yeah. Because it’s their idea, not ours.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Things I’m Doing Right Now
1. Trying to put together the Thursday Thirteen showing you The Girls’ artwork. I thought I’d have it done tonight, but looks like not.
2. Stay awake for a few more minutes.
3. Come up with a home loan.
4. Negotiate with a real estate agent.
5. Get a job
6. Sell a few books.
7. Finish writing a book.
8. Help Mr. Al recover from a medical procedure. Don’t ask. No, seriously, don’t ask.
9. Send out a couple of birthday gifts. One is late and the other early.
10. Keep up with my blog.
11. Get some sleep.
12. Not eat too much.
13. Get some exercise.
Druggies
I’m working on a book called Beautiful Spanish Hussy. It’s based on one of the episodes of Suzie’s House. In the book I go into some detail about the efforts of the FBI in New Mexico to eradicate a purely fictional drug. The character, Drew Banks, from Suzie’s House, is in the thick of it. As those who have been reading my Friday posts know, Drew becomes addicted.
So, I’m wondering, how much is too much? I’ve invented the drug wholesale, but I’m fairly sure I can make it convincing. Maybe.
Are you at all interested in the plight of someone who is forced by circumstances to become an addict? Is it too touchy of a subject for me to play around with? Is it too heavy? What do you think?
Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins p. 29
They would be even more powerful if that pox epidemic hadn’t flattened their birthrate and made them so desperate for a new gene pool and breeders. Maybe they are militaristic, overly programmed, and somewhat lacking in a sense of humor.
I got totally sucked in to the first two books, but it’s taking me a little longer to get into this one. Probably it’s just that it took me too long to get the copy. I AM enjoying it, even if I’m also reading a couple of other books at the same time.
MizB of Should Be Reading hosts Teaser Tuesday. Grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Go see Should Be Reading for more detail.
Fwd: How Engines Work
Check this out:
A simple, pictorial guide to engines.
These are great mechanical principles…shows the greatness of the human mind!
Simple animation to explain complex principles:Oval Regulation
160 – One More Inch
Crawling across the desert, he reached for the next patch of ground, dragging himself toward the mirage of a city. One more inch to the nearest casino.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Taking Aim
Jack: I’m telling you Jill, Tonic was about to piss on me.
Jill: No, no, I’m sure he only meant to hit the tree.
Jack: Well, if it happens again, tree or no tree, he’s going to have to hit the road.
Today’s theme is Road
Previously in Jack and Jill: What a Tree Means to Me
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Suzie’s House 208 : Drewing The Line
“He’s useless. Completely useless.” Toby wedged the heel of one cowboy boot against the bottom rung of the kitchen chair where Drew sat and stared at the FBI agent as if he were an interesting bug. Drew didn’t seem to notice.
“Not completely,” Maria said to be fair “He hasn’t blown his cover yet.”
“Is it not evident to you that he’s so far gone it doesn’t matter?”
The End
Death?
Is that the worst threat you have to offer?
Death is no big deal,
just a transition from one now to another.
Like hopping on a one-way train
to a place that can’t be returned from.
It isn’t the ride that is hard.
It’s the good bye.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Pictures of Vilas Zoo
Heather posted her last Art Zoobalie picture recently, and got me to thinking I’d never shared the picture I took. So, here they are. 🙂
Snake Eggs
I’ve been looking over pictures from last summer.
We stopped at a scenic overlook in Western Wyoming for lunch. While the kids waited for me to make sandwiches, they wandered around looking for anything interesting. The Boy came running to tell me he’d found some snake eggs. He made me go look. If you squint just right and tip your head while looking at the second picture, you can just make out some shells.
Yep. Quail eggs. I could have sworn he knew that snakes generally lay their eggs underground, and generally don’t have hard shells, but he’s still insisting they couldn’t just be from some bird because there was not nest. It was snake eggs. No sense arguing. He might be right.
