About Ping

Biography

I have a wacky imagination that takes me to places I may or may not have not been. Sometimes, those travels evolve into a story or poem. I hope I can offer some words to emote, be they smiles or tears, or something in between.

Name:
G B
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
In a Relationship
Location:
Interests:
So many things... but mainly cooking, baking, my kids, woodworking, music, any racquet sport, golf, cycling, and watching movies and television.

I recently re-kindled a loving relationship with Vintage Port, but Dark Rum & Coke, Coffee & Grand Marnier, & Piña Colada's are still my close friends

Absolutely NOT IRONING!!! Or dusting. Does anyone really like doing this stuff?
Favorite Books:
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, 1984, Brave New World, Think On These Things, & Our Kind

And EVERYTHING... Calvin & Hobbes, Dilbert, & The Far Side
Favorite Authors:
Hmmm...
Favorite Movies:
So many...

Jaws, American Graffiti, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, War of the Worlds, Tron Legacy, Amelie, Miami Vice, LOTR, New Star Trek, Sicario, Bad Words, Tears of the Sun, anything war related... more to come
Favourite TV Shows:
So many...

Ray Donovan, Transparent, The Affair, Billions, Ballers, Real Time with Bill Maher, This Week with John Oliver, NOVA, The Nature of Things, Better Call Saul, America's Got Talent, Blackish, Game of Thrones...
Favorite Music:
Depeche Mode, Leonard Cohen, U2, Lana Del Rey, Sarah McLachlan, AFI, most heavy metal, anything Baroque, and so many more... except Jazz. I just don't get it. What the heck is a back beat? Can't they play nice with the other musicians?

Amelie, Tron Legacy, & American Graffiti Soundtracks

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Date Joined:
10 Jan 2017
Last Visit:
23 Jan 2018
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Stories Published By Ping All Stories »

The Garbage Man Cometh... And So Too Did The Inspector

“Another drink, barkeep! No dust!” Rump giggled while mixing another. Bloody bugger’s up to something. My attention returns to my precious; she needs a low-density polyethylene changing. Luckily, the G-man always comes prepared. I handed her a larger, room-for-two orange bag, traditionally reserved for autumn foliage collections. It complimented her eyes. “You’ll find this more... comfy,”...

Added 22 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 32 | 2 Comments

Garbage Man Meets Garbage Bag Lady Continues...

Poor dame was a hot, sweaty mess, like she's trying to make weight. I’d rung her bell, but she’d already lost the fight. Nerves even spilled her drink. Glad she dressed in low-density polyethylene. Snort. Chortle. Fart. She leered, like a jet. I bellowed, “Barkeep! A mop, if you please!” realizing I’d slipped in her saintly puddle of sin. “Names are inconsequential,” I hushed then...

Added 21 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 85 | 5 Comments

Garbage Man Meets Garbage Bag Lady

Rump’s was packed. Libations for everybody. Sanitation engineer by trade. She's dressed by Glad. Green. I needed to know. I had barkeep Rump send over an appletini. She glanced my way. I sashayed over, rocking shoulders with exuberant jazz hands. Sexy. Irresistable. I know. “Expecting rain?” I snorted the obvious opener, and then wiped the chortle-propelled mucus from my upper lip. ...

Added 20 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 101 | 7 Comments

Making Friends

“G’day, Madam,” the knickers salesman grinned while tipping his bowler hat. Beside him buzzed the shoeless, garbage bag-wearing, Neighborhood Watch lady from across the street. “How the f… “ “Back door, Ma'am,” the salesman cheerfully informed. “Your son… “ “You’re trending, Mom,” heckled the thirty-year-old, basement-dwelling virgin, while he handed her his Hello Kitty smart phone. Her...

Added 16 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 131 | 8 Comments

Why We Don't Eat Our Young

The Boy Finally able to take advantage of his birthday gift, my son, uneventfully, recently completed an introductory snorkeling and underwater safety class. However, he almost didn’t make it. Rewind two months… My mistake, but we stood in a sporting goods store, not the diving specialty shop we should've gone to. We received very little assistance. The sales person was young and kind,...

Added 15 Jan 2018 | Category Humor | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 104 | 5 Comments

Knickerless And Amnesiatic

I embraced the text. I rushed over first thing and now stood on her front stoop, with finger on the bell. Her singing was strong, said he. The bourbon, much stronger. They fell, my double decker bird-dogger observed, as she staggered from the bus. Being a highly successful traveling knickers salesman, experience bespoke of the lady’s distress. A tidy sum's been made from...

Added 14 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 103 | 9 Comments

Home Late Too

So, the other day, I’m minding my own business, riding the bus, when this clearly intoxicated lady climbs the stairs to the second level. She was stark naked, grinning ear-to-ear, clothes under arm, shoes in hand, and singing Theatreland show tunes at the top of her lungs. I invited her to sit by me, for fear someone might mistake her compromised state as an opportunity instead of...

Added 12 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 127 | 11 Comments

A Father's Reflection

Today is my son's 10th birthday. I never thought I would make it, but now, my kids are my life. They keep me from stopping. My own father was murdered when I was five and those 'why' and 'what if' demons never leave. They also remind me of their presence at the most inopportune times. Each birthday that reaches my son, I hope that I have been, and still can be, the father to him that I...

Added 08 Nov 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 201 | 9 Comments

Seagulls Don't Give A...

As long as no one tried to shoot or eat me, I'd like to be a bird. A seagull, to be exact. Flying around, crapping on cars, telling people to flock off. Maybe even make a few little ones. It's a perfect life. They are also completely disconnected. Some days, I also wonder what being disconnected would be like - no phone, no television or radio or internet, and definitely, no...

Added 16 Sep 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 291 | 8 Comments

Is That Okay?

No longer dream but silently scream Wake sweaty, sad, and unclean  Did you hear me?   Were you even listening? Kept me at bay so I left you today Impatient, hurt, and astray  Do you miss me?   Are you aware I’m gone? Appears to be true I meant less to you Sinful words, song, and our view  Was it just me?   Am I the fool again? Don’t know why there was no try So I walked away...

Added 01 Sep 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 279 | 6 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Ping

What You Don't Know

You may not know    for I won’t tell  just how much  you've cast your spell    Stolen moments  borrowed time  shared jokes  happy lines    Thoughts of you  makes my heart race  awake and alone  I imagine your face    With just your presence  makes me feel anew  for all I want is  a moment with you    Each word you sketch  a perfect reflection  who can blame those  ...

Added 30 Aug 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 441 | 8 Comments

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