Why is Donald Trump
trying so hard to destroy
the world that we love?
Why is Donald Trump
As I have nothing else to write about and am still in the midst of watching Stranger Things 2 (I’m on episode 6), how about some Hawkins Haikus, inspired by our favorite Indiana horror trope?
To enrich his sound,
Star got a Seahorse and sax.
A drummer is next.
Once, a lone sea star
Picked up a Gibson guitar.
And rocked. How he rocked.
How about some holiday haikus for Valentine's Day?
Okay, with some minor tweaks, here it is... "Part Time POTUS" to be sung to the tune of Stevie Wonder's "Part Time Lover." Please review the video as you see fit.
I think I'm going to follow Claire's lead this year and start my own haiku tradition on Thanksgiving. Fun!
I am officially two Story Sundays behind my weekly schedule.
CHICAGOLAND, IL -- A filtration system broke down at 9:30 Friday morning at Li'l Swimmers Pool spilling chlorine into the pool area with swimmers present.
This week is the week.
La la lalala la, sing a happy song!
La la lalala la, sing it all day long!
First, a big Happy Mother's Day to Katie, my mom, my grandma, my mother-in-law, and both my sisters-in-law. You all deserve a day 364 days a year.
[Author's note: Once again, sorry this is late. It's Story
Sun, er, Thursday!]
Do you remember how the reveal of every episode of Scooby Doo went? The captured felon would state something along the lines of "I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids."
I played guitar. Once. For ten years. A one-time ten-year span.
My Cleanse is done. Seven God-awful days of water with lemon juice, cayenne pepper, and honey.
No, it's not!
"Honey, I need to tell you something and I want you to listen to me carefully.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You haven't been yourself all day. In fact, you've been a little off all week."
[Author's note: I helped my FiL buy an iPad at the Apple Store in Woodfield Mall today. No, I didn't buy anything. Sob.]
[Author's note: I'm going inhuman this week. Any of you who follow my Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or Flickr accounts likely know what I'm talking about. It is, after all, still a candid, stolen-moment image.]
[Author's note: I know I said all my pictures in Story Sunday would be candids and that the subject would ideally not realize they are being photographed. But, yesterday, I went to my first comic con and I wanted to use that as the subject. I'd also read that cosplayers don't mind being photographed so long as you're up-front with them. So I asked and he was cool with it. Not candid, but definitely cool.]
I apologize in advance if this one disturbs any of you. This was not an easy one to write.
swish swish *SMACK* *CLANG* swish swish
[Author's notes: This story is not a reflection of my feelings having seen Disney on Ice: Frozen. We had a good time even if Nathan was a little antsy. it was a well-done show. Thanks for the tickets, bro. Also, I'm sorry the photo is so blurry. I'm still not comfortable taking shots of people who have zero expectation of having their photo taken. I'll get better. ]
These are actual runners from the Geneva Park District's fifth annual Super Shuffle 5K that I took part in this morning. As a note, we had very little snow on the ground prior to 7 p.m. on Saturday. We got eight inches overnight prior to the race. It was still snowing throughout the morning.
I'm a nice guy. Really, I am. You'd have to be to invest such a large amount of money into a limo and then give up a significant chunk of your life to drive people from point A to point B. Most of them are pretty nice, too. They know that I'm doing them a favor; making their lives easier but not subjecting them to the horrors of driving on the expressway and finding and paying for parking.
soar /sôr/ verb - fly or rise high in the air.
"the bird spread its wings and soared into the air"
synonyms: fly, wing, ascend, climb, rise;
I'm calling this one "A Tale of Two Personalities" as it's being presented from two points of view. One will be in bold face and left justified, the other will be italicized and right justified. I really couldn't think of a better way to do it.
Welcome to the inaugural Story Sunday. Each week, Story Sunday will highlight a photo I snapped in the previous week, accompanied by a brief narrative. I'm aiming for 1,000 words or less but I'm willing to run long if need be.
Sadly, my short story wasn't accepted for publication by Thrice Fiction. I didn't really expect it to. It is, after all, my first attempt at story writing since high school. But it was fun to write and equal parts exhilarating and nervewracking to submit it for publication.
I was supposed to attend an outdoor event for work yesterday. Basically just to help promote a new initiative at my job. Honestly, the details are unnecessary here.
No matter how many years I've spent surfing the web or playing with varied apps and services, I will never understand how other users think.