Old Hippies
I don’t know why I thought that the men I knew when young would end up looking like my grandfather when they got old. It should have been obvious they would not age “gracefully”. But what boggles me the most is modern science. They all kept their hair.
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 Political Quotes
1. I think it’s about time we voted for senators with breasts. After all, we’ve been voting for boobs long enough.
~Clarie Sargent, Arizona senatorial candidate
2. We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.
~Aesop
3. Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber. ~Plato
4. Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river. ~Nikita Khrushchev
5. When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I’m beginning to believe it. ~Clarence Darrow
6. Why pay money to have your family tree traced; go into politics and your opponents will do it for you. ~Author Unknown
7. Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other. ~Oscar Ameringer
8. I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us, I will stop telling the truth about them. ~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952
9. Any American who is prepared to run for president should automatically, by definition, be disqualified from ever doing so. ~Gore Vidal
10. I have come to the conclusion that politics is too serious a matter to be left to the politicians. ~Charles de Gaulle
11. Don’t vote, it only encourages them. ~Author Unknown
12. There ought to be one day – just one – when there is open season on senators. ~Will Rogers
13. A politician is a fellow who will lay down your life for his country. ~Texas Guinan
Suzie’s House 284 : The Nut House
“Have some tea. You’re looking a bit sallow, my dear.” Sonoma pushed Drew into a chair at the kitchen table, much to his irritation.
“You’re just like Suzie. Except for the tea and the language.” Drew hunched over with his elbows on the table. He really, really did not want to have to drink any more tea, but when Sonoma suggested it, no one could escape. It was her profession, after all.
The Serialists of October 31st
Isn’t it appropriate that I should feature two vampire stories for Halloween? If you haven’t been over to Alice Rozen’s serial, get yourself over there. It’s a great read. And welcome to a Christopher Boggs who has a nice start on one.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
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“The only horses I’ve heard of that are still bred to fight are Zindarian warrior horses, and they’re supposed to be a myth.”
Lost Track
I… Um… get around a little bit. I mean I tend to visit a fair number of blogs. Now and then I will plan on going back to see something, but forget who posted the thing I’m interested in. This happened early last week, when someone mentioned they were writing something that looked like it might be a serial suitable for The Serialists. I didn’t have enough time to check it out when I ran across it, then couldn’t figure out where it was when I did have time.
So, if I said something about coming back to check it out later, let me know. I didn’t forget, I just got turned around. Happens to me all the time.
On the Shelf
Jill: Sometimes my To Be Read pile makes me feel like I’m on the shelf.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Parallel Parking
For more posts with On a Shelf go to Keyhole Pictures
A Casual Ghost
“I thought you were dead.”
“I am.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“I felt like visiting.”
“Could you not do that? You’re jacking up my heating bills.”
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.
Yeah, I’m running a few words short this week. Hope you don’t mind.
13 Albums
I’ve been shopping for music. I’m not the kind to get individual songs. I prefer albums for all kinds of reasons. Turns out you can listen to a lot of different albums on Youtube. It gives a much, much better preview than those lousy samples sellers usually offer. Here are 13 albums I previewed on Youtube.
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Suzie’s House 283 : I Am the Predator
Crap. What was he doing with helping that girl get over stage fright? Bruce yanked a black, knitted beanie out of his coat pocket and jammed it on his head as he walked away from Emma’s neighborhood. He wasn’t running away. Not at all. He was going back toward State Street and downtown, where he belonged.
The Serialists for October 24
Things are heating up with Old Egg’s serial – Ahu and Ahuahu as their way of life is threatened.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
How’s the Weather
It’s been nice around here lately. Highs in the fifties, sometimes smokey and sometimes clear. It’s getting clear more and more often. We’re taking a gentle, slow slide into winter. So far. The picture above was taken a few days ago during a clear moment in the middle of a storm. Typical Montana weather.
The picture to the left is from last May when the river was running high. I thought I’d take in in the Fall to show the difference, but as you can see in the picture on the right, it doesn’t really show. Watching the river rise, fall, freeze, and rise again is part of the seasons for me. The river is always highest when the snow melts.
The pictures below are all from September, at a moment when the smoke was a little more clear after having gotten dangerously thick. It’s kind of like fog, and kind of not. It certainly cuts visibility, but rather than simply dimming the sun, it shifts it to orange.
I don’t remember forest fire season from when I was a kid. I chalk it up to climate change.
So… how’s your climate?
Parallel Parking
Jack: Now, Darling. That’s just plane lazy.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Watering the Yard
For more posts with parks go to Keyhole Pictures
Under the Bed
Sleep eluded him. When a child, he would imagine a monster under his bed, waiting for him to let a foot or a hand hang over the edge. Now, the nightmares keeping him tossing and turning were much worse. He labeled them “Mortgage”, “Divorce”, and “Bankruptcy.”
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.
