Everyone makes mistakes, right?
How else do you explain the duck bill platypus, or Rush Limbaugh? See, even God can have an off day.
Why do I bring this up? Well, I have this friend, let's call him Jim, no, James is better.
Anyway, he has this mustache beard thing that he tries to keep groomed. Once a week, he runs this clipper over it and calls it a job well done.
Anyway, this "friend" flew into Budapest a couple of days ago. This is a 9 hour time difference if, for example, James lived in...let's say California.
So Jim, I mean James, decides to do his weekly grooming and takes up his clipper, failing to notice that the attachment which allows him to trip only the longest hairs down a bit, is missing. It fell off during the flight over. So, sleep deprived James makes the first pass over his mustache and shaves half of it clean off.
Gone.
So, now he waits. Half a mustache shouldn't take too long to grow back. Should it?
Anyway, there will be no photograph in today's blog.
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j
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
My report on current events
I am trying to find a fall-back position. Something I can write about even when I don't feel overly inspired.
I actually write every day. There is a contest I enter on www.writing.com. It is called The Daily Flash Fiction Challenge. In this contest, you are given a prompt and must write a story that includes the prompt but is no longer than 300 words.
Today's prompt is that the story must include the words: bridge, cloud and flower. So far, I have written the first line - "Of course the bridge was the first thing to go." I don't know what will happen next. It comes to me in bits and pieces. I never know what will happen until I write it. I suppose this will be about war or something. We'll see.
On to current events. I flew to Budapest yesterday from Kentucky. I stopped in Paris along the way. Budapest is a surprisingly small airport. There are no direct flights to here from anywhere. Anyway, I am watching CNN Europe, one of the only English speaking channels here, and I see that the Paris airport is closed. A volcano in Iceland is the culprit. Apparently, jet engines don't operate well in dense clouds of ash. Imagine that. I am lucky that I made it through. I had no idea at the time that a cloud was chasing me.
I saw that Obama and friends have decided to collect all nuclear material and put it in a safe place. This will keep terrorists from using it, unless they find a way to make their own (i.e. Iran's department of nuclear proliferation). Here is the thing. This group has given themselves 4 years to collect all of this stuff. It kind of feels like it must be littering the landscape everywhere. I half expect to see a barrel labeled Uranium 238 sitting out behind a gas station or something. Before this announcement, I would have thought collecting all of this together would have taken a phone call and about an hour to load it onto the truck. Now, it feels like they said to each other, "That sounds like a good idea. Let's see if anyone knows where we left that stuff."
Onward.
The Catholic Church (don't wish to offend you Catholics but this is too big a target to miss), has announced new tighter rules for pedophiles. They are going to use extreme measures from now on. If a priest gets caught, the new policy is to turn him into the police. This is a big change in direction from the old policy of wagging a finger in his direction, often with a disapproving scowl.
Is it just me or is the world coming to an end? For the last year, I have scoffed at my mom's insistence that 2012 means more than, I turn 54 that year. She has been predicting earthquakes and such and now it all seems to be happening. What surprises me is that I am finding this...interesting. I am not afraid of an 8.0+ earthquake. Why should I be? Those things always happen somewhere else. It's just that when nature demonstrates its power, I get excited. I don't like it when it rains, generally. But I love it when it storms.
Hockey and basketball are starting their playoffs. I only mention that in case no one else noticed.
Time for me to get back to my story. I want to see where that bridge went.
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j
I actually write every day. There is a contest I enter on www.writing.com. It is called The Daily Flash Fiction Challenge. In this contest, you are given a prompt and must write a story that includes the prompt but is no longer than 300 words.
Today's prompt is that the story must include the words: bridge, cloud and flower. So far, I have written the first line - "Of course the bridge was the first thing to go." I don't know what will happen next. It comes to me in bits and pieces. I never know what will happen until I write it. I suppose this will be about war or something. We'll see.
I saw that Obama and friends have decided to collect all nuclear material and put it in a safe place. This will keep terrorists from using it, unless they find a way to make their own (i.e. Iran's department of nuclear proliferation). Here is the thing. This group has given themselves 4 years to collect all of this stuff. It kind of feels like it must be littering the landscape everywhere. I half expect to see a barrel labeled Uranium 238 sitting out behind a gas station or something. Before this announcement, I would have thought collecting all of this together would have taken a phone call and about an hour to load it onto the truck. Now, it feels like they said to each other, "That sounds like a good idea. Let's see if anyone knows where we left that stuff."
Onward.
The Catholic Church (don't wish to offend you Catholics but this is too big a target to miss), has announced new tighter rules for pedophiles. They are going to use extreme measures from now on. If a priest gets caught, the new policy is to turn him into the police. This is a big change in direction from the old policy of wagging a finger in his direction, often with a disapproving scowl.
Is it just me or is the world coming to an end? For the last year, I have scoffed at my mom's insistence that 2012 means more than, I turn 54 that year. She has been predicting earthquakes and such and now it all seems to be happening. What surprises me is that I am finding this...interesting. I am not afraid of an 8.0+ earthquake. Why should I be? Those things always happen somewhere else. It's just that when nature demonstrates its power, I get excited. I don't like it when it rains, generally. But I love it when it storms.
Hockey and basketball are starting their playoffs. I only mention that in case no one else noticed.
Time for me to get back to my story. I want to see where that bridge went.
http://www.worldgratitudelist.com Leave a list. Read a list. Be happy.
j
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