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:
21 Apr 2018
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Stories Published By Ping All Stories »

Another Life Lesson From Dad

“What’s that now?” I first swallowed then spat, before explaining again. “Trap the pointier edges between your upper and lower front teeth.” “Like this?” "No." I showed her again. "Like this?" “Kinda.” I then spat. “Like this?” “Better.” “This?” “Yes. Perfect.” I spat again. “Now, bite down until you feel it split.” I waited for the snapping sound before I spat again. “But not...

Added 09 Apr 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 117 | 3 Comments

Dark Rum And Coke

While standing in a shelter behind the starting line, I watched the timed, illuminated lights descend the Christmas Tree. In a rubber-tired chirp, my son rocketed away in an older model, black Mustang with dragster slicks. His first race - a 9.92 at 136.45 mph. I felt immense pride. We then moved over to the make-shift, open-air theatre in one of the university’s empty, mature elm...

Added 16 Mar 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 185 | 6 Comments

Bite-Sized Giggles

So, if needed, this is what I’ll tell the police... When a child has a birthday, my daughter’s school, like probably most every other school, allows the students to bring, in celebration of their own birthday, treats for their classmates. Numerous times, my kids and I have had this conversation. I complain, saying that if it’s someone’s birthday, shouldn’t the class be treating the...

Added 03 Mar 2018 | Category Humor | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 280 | 10 Comments

Same Thing, Isn’t It?

My daughter recently ran off a playful string of inarticulate sounds and noises, and then asked me if she had said anything. Did what she just say have any meaning? I informed no, and said it was just gibberish. “British?” she proudly queried. “I can speak British?” “No,” I corrected. “You spoke nonsense. Gobbledegook. Gibberish.” She devilishly grinned, “Same thing, isn’t it?” I’ve got...

Added 11 Feb 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 245 | 6 Comments

The Garbage Man Returns, But Things Have Changed...

After my stay at the Salem State Sanitarium, Planetarium, and Hair Care Centre, I returned to a hazy Rump’s Bar - the scene of the infamous crime - and things had changed. Now sporting the stylish reverse Mohawk, affectionately called the Escobar Air Strip, one could spin me around blindfolded and I’d always find Uranus. My neck wound had healed, but I’d lost my hand-eye coordination....

Added 03 Feb 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 225 | 7 Comments

Death Of A Garbage Man, Or Is It?

Only looking for bar-found cuddles, I now clutched my throat. I’ve been shot! Reaching to plug my wound, I felt a pointy stick protruding from my juggler vein. “Oh Lord, why?” I gurgled to the heavens. “I’ll never again perform in the world-renowned, Garbage Man Circus!” Dizzy and weak, I dropped to my knees. Gill’s crying. Recycle Man’s recycling. Compost Boy's composting. Orange Bag...

Added 27 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 222 | 9 Comments

The Garbage Man Tries To Save The Day

Chaos. I just wanted snuggles. Everyone knew, any garbage man worth his weight in refuse, was a cuddler. But something wasn’t right. I smelled it. Then, just like the silent, noxious plume Rump regularly shared with us from behind the bar, it hit me. That’s no fashion inspector. That’s my arch nemesis, Recycler Man, and his sidekick, Compost Boy. I’d recognize their disguised, odorless...

Added 24 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 169 | 8 Comments

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 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 163 | 7 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 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 177 | 7 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 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 257 | 9 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 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 547 | 9 Comments

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