My Computer Chirps
My computer chirps at me. I’m assuming it’s some kind of notification system that I have flagged somewhere deep in the programming. It’s not obnoxious. Just a little cricket kind of sound, only briefer and quieter. Still, it bothers me because I don’t know what it means.
I’ve guessed it’s email related, but no proof. I’ve guessed it’s an etsy thing, or a blog thing. So far, no luck in tracking it down. I’m sure some day it will annoy me enough to actually figure it out. In the meanwhile, it just makes me wonder when our computers will get so intelligent that I can just tell it to knock it off, and it will. I could swear my phone is almost there already.
Give Me a Break
Theodor: Very well, if Jack will not assist, I will simply have to rectify the time stream on my own. If only I did not suspect something amiss.
Poof! (Gone through time)
Theodor: Oh! Of course! The brake line.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Mid-Knight Bash
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is “brake” as suggested by Alice
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Inveterate Travelers
“I thought you said the reason this place had so many observatories was because it had the clearest skies.” Jane huffed as they hiked the last few steps up the hill. She had on her gore-tex Patagonia jacket and her high tech boots, but the bitter cold still made her old bones ache and she could hardly see the snow-bound ground before her.
“That’s what the tour group web site said.” Marge hiked along in apparent comfort.
“Well they lied! Next time I pick where we go.”
“Sure. It’s your turn anyway.” Marge just smiled.
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13 Writing Withdrawal Symptoms
I have gone some very long stretches without writing, but always come back to it. Why? Because I get weird when I’m not writing. Ok, I’m probably even more weird when I’m in the middle of a rough draft, but I like the weird writer me more than the weird not-writing me. Here is some of what I’ve noticed.
1. The longer I’ve gone since writing, the more I stare into space. I’ve clocked myself at 10 minutes in the same position.
Suzie’s House 403 : Clear Blue Sky I
What a beautiful day with clear skies but mild temperatures. That meant plenty of foot traffic for Jim to spange from. He had his can out and flew a great sign. Bills and coins dropped into his can every little while. Life couldn’t be better.
Flaky
This new diet I’m on has me eating some odd things. For instance, I’ve learned to bake slabs of the glop that you get from boiling flaxseed into a tasty kind of cracker. It makes a pretty good snack if you can get over the slight hint of slime.
I’m eating a lot more fish. A LOT more. And nowhere near as much beef. I’m still buying weird vegetables and eating more salad. I’m getting used to it all.
Still, it’s nice to grab one of my old standbys now and then. Imagine my surprise when I pulled out a box of bran flakes and poured this oddity into my bowl. The flake on the left is a little on the large size for what’s normal in this box. I’ve never seen on so big as the one on the right.
It kind of makes me wonder about the flake making process. Do they have a special machine to make big one’s little? What if the machine breaks some day? They could have a new marketing thing – monster flakes.
Hey, I’d eat it. But then, I’ll eat nearly anything.
Head In the Clouds
“Wow. Look at that.” Sally pointed down the street she and Liam were crossing.
“Oh my. That is… certainly an interesting exhibit of the intersection between a nebulous airborne structure and the human psyche. I mean, consider the fact it isn’t possible for nature to intentionally create a phallic symbol out of particulates in the air, and yet that one is undeniable. I have seen ones far less detailed…”
“What are you talking about?”
“The shape of the… wait, is that smoke? I thought you were pointing out a cloud.”
“I meant the fire.”
“Oh. wow, look at that!”
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Photo credit: Roger Bultot
A 13 Word Poem
1. Spring
2. hides
3. behind
4. a
5. flotilla
6. of
7. pretty
8. boats
9. made
10. from
11. tax
12. return
13. forms
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Suzie’s House 402 : The Caress of Solitude
“Look, kid. This might be a boarding house, but it isn’t a public building. You can’t just come and go as you please.” One of Mrs. H,’s borders stopped Emma in the front hall.
The blood in Emma’s veins froze. Her chest hurt and it was hard to breathe. Though she didn’t really know this woman, she knew who did and who did not belong in this house.
Labels
I don’t like syrup in my canned fruit. It just seems like unnecessary calories to me. So when I saw these were water packed, I grabbed the. Silly me. I should have read just a little further down the label.
Of course if they weren’t going to use sugar they would use something else. I didn’t realize it until I swallowed. At first I thought it was aspartame, except it wasn’t as strong of an off flavor. So I checked the label. It’s sucraslose.
I’m supposed to be eating more fruit. The people running my diet program encouraged us to eat canned fruit if we couldn’t get out hands on fresh. Be we are also supposed to avoid heavy syrup and additives.
Even if I actually liked the taste I’d probably avoid these in the future. As if fruit wasn’t naturally sweet enough.
Mid-Knight
Theodor: Where are you going so late at night? You weren’t planning on taking my time machine, were you?”
Jack: Of course not. I’m going LARPing.
Theodor: Live Action Role Play at this time of night?
Jack: Yep. It’s a drinking party. We’re going to drink mead and bash each other with rubber swords. We’re calling it a Mid-Knight Bash.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Time to Travel?
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is “midnight” as suggested by Heather
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The Hitch
Gil grew up on the wastelands. When he was five, the fields grew just enough to keep his small home town going. Then the rails came, bringing toxins that killed the crop even as they carried away most of what they grew. By the time he turned ten, half the population had moved or died. By fifteen, a couple dozen faced starvation even as the train stopped long enough to take everything. That was when he came up with the plan. All he needed was one car from that train. He could feed everyone for a year. There was just one hitch…
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