She was a timid but exotic Indian beauty. Darker, glowing, blemish free skin that accentuated her beautiful brown eyes and perfect smile. Me, just a nervous soul infatuated by her presence. We were brought together as sceptical strangers, me being extra cautious not to be construed as overbearing or too forward. She was silent, but her chest rhythmically heaved from her lungs repeatedly filling with an air of anticipation. Words were not spoken. They weren’t needed.
We quickly discovered that we were of the same mind but we still couldn’t convey that in spoken word or spirit. But my heart beats were strong and felt through my chest, especially when she looked at me with her shy eyes that twinkled behind the slow motion flutter of long lashes. That subtle grin conveyed her interest, but she still had not yet offered her approval or consent.
(This is where it gets messed up)
The store’s changing room shower we shared offered an intimate privacy that almost buckled my knees. She was so beautiful. My God, she was beautiful. While we faced into the shower, with her bare back to me, my eyes followed her smooth brown skin along the small of her back, over the curve of her bum, down the back of her legs, stopping at her bare feet which stood on an article of clothing of mine. I lowered myself and as I tried to pull free the fabric, she looked down at me, lowered herself and gracefully lifted one foot, then the other, allowing me to remove the item. With her now squatting, knees together but facing away, her head turned to me and we stared into each other’s eyes while the water fell upon us in the shower which was the change room that was in the middle of the store. She then turned her whole body, exposing the naked magnificence of her flat belly and rounded breasts. I did not look. I continued to anxiously stare into her beautiful brown eyes.
With her full lips pursed, she whispered, “It’s okay. I am yours. You can have me.” I allowed my eyes to slowly drop, following the front of her body as I had the back, stopping at her tiny feet. I looked up and smiled, and she smiled back. She was breathtaking. I couldn’t believe her offer. I couldn’t believe she was mine.
I then woke and realized I was dreaming about one of my motorbikes. My Yamaha Tenere 700. The blue version. It’s such a beautiful bike. I was telling someone that yesterday evening.
Ugh. Egad. What is wrong with me?
How did this happen???
BTW, I awoke to screams. At least, I believe they were screams. I believe they were screams of a startled Sara, given Rump said he grabbed a handful of her goodies. I had to re-read his post. I first thought it said goodies, but interpreted it as cookies, but it didn’t feel right. I confirmed why.
A handful of her goodies. SMH. Rump. Rump. Rump. This made me ugly giggle and that was after I dreamed about seducing and being seduced by my motorbike.
What does one order to drink after this?!?
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Davy Crockett
Oh yes, that one does it!
I can’t be too specific here, but I sang this song to my son all the time, changing the words and using his name. Cradling him in my arms, doing laps around the dining room table until he fell asleep.
The thought of the movie still makes me sad. Like Bonnie and Clyde sad, but less so in the anti-hero and anti-heroin sense.
Thanks for the vid.
Magnificent Bastard
Anyone use Audacity for adding audio to a story? I have. Used this stuff. Now look what it does. Bad company. Bad.
https://www.pcmag.com/news/audacity-is-being-called-spyware-after-privacy-policy-update
There is something called, Storiespace - note there is only one ‘s’ in the middle. It is adware.
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Rump, hugs and understanding sent your way. Darkness is dancing demon of deception. Sometimes we need to ignore the sock hop rules and wear steel-toed boots.
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First nipples, now four letter words with self-censoring asterick letter replacements. Oh that verbs. Shame. Shame. Shame.
I mention this, or rather quote that, because my son and I are rewatching GoT. Well, I’m rewatching it. We are nearing the end of season five where Cersei does her nudy walk of shame. Just a few days ago, we were watching The Family Guy and in that episode, Peter did his naked walk of shame. I knew we were close to that scene in GoT, so I didn’t mention the connection. I’m hoping for a lovely déjà vu reaction. He blushes when he sees boobies. I’m loving’ it! Funny thing, watching GoT with him has bridged so many topics of discussion. GoT has been an excellent vehicle to discuss what is appropriate, inappropriate, and absolutely wrong, in addition to all the complicated grey zones of life, relationships, and society. Who freakin’ knew?
Stick ‘em with the pointy end.
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Cold caffeine brew for the road, please.
https://www.pcmag.com/news/audacity-is-being-called-spyware-after-privacy-policy-update
There is something called, Storiespace - note there is only one ‘s’ in the middle. It is adware.
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Rump, hugs and understanding sent your way. Darkness is dancing demon of deception. Sometimes we need to ignore the sock hop rules and wear steel-toed boots.
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First nipples, now four letter words with self-censoring asterick letter replacements. Oh that verbs. Shame. Shame. Shame.
I mention this, or rather quote that, because my son and I are rewatching GoT. Well, I’m rewatching it. We are nearing the end of season five where Cersei does her nudy walk of shame. Just a few days ago, we were watching The Family Guy and in that episode, Peter did his naked walk of shame. I knew we were close to that scene in GoT, so I didn’t mention the connection. I’m hoping for a lovely déjà vu reaction. He blushes when he sees boobies. I’m loving’ it! Funny thing, watching GoT with him has bridged so many topics of discussion. GoT has been an excellent vehicle to discuss what is appropriate, inappropriate, and absolutely wrong, in addition to all the complicated grey zones of life, relationships, and society. Who freakin’ knew?
Stick ‘em with the pointy end.
***
Cold caffeine brew for the road, please.
Magnificent Bastard
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Hi, Spacers.
I would like to get some advice on the 'Survivor' competition. Almost no one gives anything but a five rating/score on SS anymore. Before I start reading any of the competition submissions, should I use a different, more strict entry scoring?
A four or even sometimes a three score was not unusual in years gone by. When was the last time you saw a score lower than five? I am at a loss at the best way to deal with this and would dearly wish for input on this idea. So many of you are my friends, and I trust your opinions on this.
Till later. Ta.
Buddy, scoring systems have been debated for many years, here and there. It is generally viewed as being flawed and imperfect. It must be noted that there is NO perfect system. There are many reasons as to why, and these can be discussed in more detail if desired. Bottom line: Nothing is gained by scoring anyone’s story or poem less than a fiver. But one risks unnecessarily pissing people off by scoring anything less. It’s just not worth it.
The best way one can show their support is by reading and commenting. Scoring the piece a five is good for optics but really means nothing. Scoring less means something. I strongly urge and advise you not to do the latter.
If you read something and truly feel it’s not five worthy, don’t score. In addition, don’t leave a negative comment. It too does not offer anything of value. If you want to relay your thoughts - negative or constructive - do so in a PM. Most writers, as fickle as most are, prefer that. Egos are a delicate thing. Which brings us back to the scoring. Being a flawed system that is easily manipulated, err on the side of caution. Fives or nothing. There is a valid reason admin here and there do not use scores to determine the success of competition stories. Some people, if you can believe their gall, low score fellow competitors’ stories and even elicit ‘friends’ with their nefarious albeit deluded scheme. It doesn’t work. Admin sees everything and adjusts accordingly.
Let the writers write. Let the readers read. Let the judges judge. Please don’t be that guy who scores stories any other way. Unless you can validate your reasoning with a detailed rubric, providing the author with particular scores on spelling, grammar, sentence structure, plot development, etc., stick to what you can justify - your opinion expressed in words, not numbers. I have several mathematics jokes, but I shall refrain.
I hope that helps.
Magnificent Bastard
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I guess virtual liquor is frowned upon. My apologies for polluting the delicate minds of Stories Space. I was looking to sip on some of Ping's limoncello.
Coffee please.
I could have sworn someone said a week or two ago that a liquor licence had been acquired. Oops. Don’t want to get the coffee shoppe in zee troubles. Is heroin still okay?
Since cyber is borderless, indulgences could be local rules govern. Canada. Colorado. Weed is legal in the parking lot. Australia. They can lick cane toads. Same diff.
Another hot day today, but not nearly as hot today. Another early morning dog walk. Another ride. Another day started with smiles. Finally back at home. Time to watch some Euro Footie. Two matches recorded.
Cold brew coffee, please. A little cream. A little sugar. Three of those really cool clear round ice cubes with the mystery sphere inside.
Later Terminator.
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“… an awkward, lifeless shrine - the Diana statue is a spiritless hunk of nonsense.”
Wow. British media (I say that loosely) is freakin’ harsh. I think they certainly could have done better. The expressions are horrid. My first thought was, “My oh my, the boys have changed.”
In retrospect, I might actually agree with that tabloidic headline. They should’ve done better. It looks more like a mockery. And I don’t subscribe to Royal fandom. But she was a selfless woman who, whenever she touched it, left the world a far better place.
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Sigh. Two days after Lytton, BC recorded the highest temperature in Canada EVER, the village of two hundred and fifty is burning to the ground. Ninety percent caught fire. The rest may go too. Double sigh.
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Anyone currently watching that worldly round ball game appropriately called, Football? The coverage is like Moto GP, very European, very, very awesome. The colours. The editing. The event. Games tomorrow and Saturday. Don’t miss ‘em!
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Started writing my comp this morning after an early morning ride inside the cloudless, windy heat dome covering western Canada. The house is about to empty. No people, only puppies. I may sleep. I may write. It’s been a long while.
Some cold brew with a little Jameson’s Irish Whiskey for a creative kick. It is Canada Day. Maybe a weed chaser?
Who am I foolin’? I’m no Colorado Verbs.
Magnificent Bastard
Hey All, good to see everyone is in good spirits (now that the place has a liquor licence).
I’ve been absolutely snockered. Busy like a one-legged man in a butt kicking contest. Hmmm… do those actually happen? Not very PC.
We are battling heat like we’ve never seen in western Canada. The day the kids’ mother announced she was expecting was the day we put in A/C. Thank goodness I feared for my life more than initiating an argument for opening windows.
To top of the heat, I had a motorcycle safety course for the past three days. I might as well have been working on an asphalt crew in a snow suit. Egad it was hot. We’d take numerous breaks where a garden hose was set up as a mister. We’d gear down, soak our body and clothes, and then gear up again. If you’ve never worn moto body armour before, we’ll, it’s heavy, especially when wet. But we adapted to the situation, drank tons of water, and powered through the training. Riding test was today. Fortunately, I successfully completed it. Lots of benefits including a massive insurance premium reduction. And now we ride.
Yes, I did buy a second bike. 2021 Yamaha Tenere (means desert). Will be using it for future travel plans around our continent. The Ping tour may be coming to a part of the countryside near you. Here’s the dream.
Kids are now done school. So proud of our two big bundles of fart gas. Yes, they think it’s funny. I have no idea why. LOL. Both did phenomenally well, especially given the COVID and lockdown situations their youngness had to navigate. Thirteen and eleven, soon to be one year more. I’ll be teaching the boy to drive this November. He’s such a good kid. Well mannered. He’ll be a conscientious driver. The girl, on the other hand, likes driving over people in any video game we’ve played. We’ll be using her mother’s vehicle when it’s time for her lessons.
Canada Day tomorrow. July 1. 2021 is already half over. How the hell did that happen?!?
Stay safe and have fun!
I’ve been absolutely snockered. Busy like a one-legged man in a butt kicking contest. Hmmm… do those actually happen? Not very PC.
We are battling heat like we’ve never seen in western Canada. The day the kids’ mother announced she was expecting was the day we put in A/C. Thank goodness I feared for my life more than initiating an argument for opening windows.
To top of the heat, I had a motorcycle safety course for the past three days. I might as well have been working on an asphalt crew in a snow suit. Egad it was hot. We’d take numerous breaks where a garden hose was set up as a mister. We’d gear down, soak our body and clothes, and then gear up again. If you’ve never worn moto body armour before, we’ll, it’s heavy, especially when wet. But we adapted to the situation, drank tons of water, and powered through the training. Riding test was today. Fortunately, I successfully completed it. Lots of benefits including a massive insurance premium reduction. And now we ride.
Yes, I did buy a second bike. 2021 Yamaha Tenere (means desert). Will be using it for future travel plans around our continent. The Ping tour may be coming to a part of the countryside near you. Here’s the dream.
Kids are now done school. So proud of our two big bundles of fart gas. Yes, they think it’s funny. I have no idea why. LOL. Both did phenomenally well, especially given the COVID and lockdown situations their youngness had to navigate. Thirteen and eleven, soon to be one year more. I’ll be teaching the boy to drive this November. He’s such a good kid. Well mannered. He’ll be a conscientious driver. The girl, on the other hand, likes driving over people in any video game we’ve played. We’ll be using her mother’s vehicle when it’s time for her lessons.
Canada Day tomorrow. July 1. 2021 is already half over. How the hell did that happen?!?
Stay safe and have fun!
Magnificent Bastard
So, while listening to some sleep-enduring white noise on YouTube, an idea for the comp flowed gently into my consciousness. From the perspective of a toothbrush - life in prison.
The normal stuff - check. Slowly sharpening the handle into a shiv - check. Traveling in the old prison purse - um, check. The dialogue got very graphic and entertaining. Remember Forky from the last Toy Story? That’s close to the voice I heard. But when he started talking about his warm and moist traveling accommodations, I lost it. His sniffing and smelling while twisting up his bristles, and then realizing where he was was priceless fun.
Sadly, like most ex-cons, he too survived prison life, but was deeply scarred. He had difficulty transitioning to the freedom of the outside world. His new owner kept waking to find the toothbrush lodged in the warm comforts of his you-know-what. Creature or penal life force of habit, I suppose. Poor thing. He was just scared. It’s a survival story I’d like to write and read, but not a few thousand words worth. LOL.
I’ve brung? brought? left? a jar of my finest cold brew coffee in the fridge.
Grab a glass, add two ice cubes, and measure 1/4 cup of brew and a 1/4 cup of cold water. Add some sugar and cream for your personal taste. Stir ‘n enjoy.
Hump well, everybody. Hump well. By now, we should be able to do Wednesday’s without even thinking.
The normal stuff - check. Slowly sharpening the handle into a shiv - check. Traveling in the old prison purse - um, check. The dialogue got very graphic and entertaining. Remember Forky from the last Toy Story? That’s close to the voice I heard. But when he started talking about his warm and moist traveling accommodations, I lost it. His sniffing and smelling while twisting up his bristles, and then realizing where he was was priceless fun.
Sadly, like most ex-cons, he too survived prison life, but was deeply scarred. He had difficulty transitioning to the freedom of the outside world. His new owner kept waking to find the toothbrush lodged in the warm comforts of his you-know-what. Creature or penal life force of habit, I suppose. Poor thing. He was just scared. It’s a survival story I’d like to write and read, but not a few thousand words worth. LOL.
I’ve brung? brought? left? a jar of my finest cold brew coffee in the fridge.
Grab a glass, add two ice cubes, and measure 1/4 cup of brew and a 1/4 cup of cold water. Add some sugar and cream for your personal taste. Stir ‘n enjoy.
Hump well, everybody. Hump well. By now, we should be able to do Wednesday’s without even thinking.
Magnificent Bastard
Quote by verbal
Hey everyone.
It's a gorgeous day here. I'm feeling lazy, but plan to caffeinate my way out of it. Gotta write, gotta run errands, gotta tske my walk, gotta keep Talia and the cats entertained and happy! It's so stressful!
We went on an assemble-it-yourself furniture spree on Amazon - I've assembled a dresser and a coat-rack in the last few days. I love following the little pictures, making sure you have the right pieces, in the right arrangement. AND A BOOKCASE JUST SHOWED UP!!!
Clearly, I have work to do. A coffee and a ...wait, WHO STOLE ALL THE COOKIES!?
Magnificent Bastard
Hey everyone,
Good to see new faces. That's the plan right? New faces. More writers. Lots more bums in the seats. SS 2.0. Let's Go!
Super swamped right now. bought some hammocks last night. Taking them camping next month. Set them up in the yard. I guess we'll each need one. I can see the family hanging out in those. Kids have suggested that during off season, the hammocks are set up in their room. I am considering it. Great idea.
Had to go water gun shopping for my son. Big water battle at school today. I ensured he has 'an extra' weapon when he empties his 1.9 L water tank of Nerf blaster fun. A little, deceptively strong hand water pistol tucked in the waist band for refilling protection. The girls like playing tag with him. He'll be a target today. I tease him that they try to tag him with their lips. I get the eye roll and "I can't tell you anything." I just make kissy faces and kissy noises. His sister LOVES IT!!!
Oh yeah, looks like I may have bought another bike. Dual sport. More for off road hooliganism. Will know later today.
I'll be back soon. I'll respond to those that read my musing. Thanks for that.
My kids. Sheesh. I don't know if I ever wrote about the machete, the guillotine, and the trebuchet. If not, I will.
Good day to y'all!
Oh yeah, I'm now addicted to cold brew coffee. I make it myself. So much cheaper. Soooo much better. Just finished a maple coffee batch. Yum-mee.
Good to see new faces. That's the plan right? New faces. More writers. Lots more bums in the seats. SS 2.0. Let's Go!
Super swamped right now. bought some hammocks last night. Taking them camping next month. Set them up in the yard. I guess we'll each need one. I can see the family hanging out in those. Kids have suggested that during off season, the hammocks are set up in their room. I am considering it. Great idea.
Had to go water gun shopping for my son. Big water battle at school today. I ensured he has 'an extra' weapon when he empties his 1.9 L water tank of Nerf blaster fun. A little, deceptively strong hand water pistol tucked in the waist band for refilling protection. The girls like playing tag with him. He'll be a target today. I tease him that they try to tag him with their lips. I get the eye roll and "I can't tell you anything." I just make kissy faces and kissy noises. His sister LOVES IT!!!
Oh yeah, looks like I may have bought another bike. Dual sport. More for off road hooliganism. Will know later today.
I'll be back soon. I'll respond to those that read my musing. Thanks for that.
My kids. Sheesh. I don't know if I ever wrote about the machete, the guillotine, and the trebuchet. If not, I will.
Good day to y'all!
Oh yeah, I'm now addicted to cold brew coffee. I make it myself. So much cheaper. Soooo much better. Just finished a maple coffee batch. Yum-mee.
Magnificent Bastard
If you've got some headphones, noise cancelling even better, then checkout this YouTube channel, AudioPhil. Yes, Phil. LOL. Very witty. The tech is beyond me. I still can't comprehend how photography is possible, but Phil uses his high end sound stuff, plugs something in, and somehow digitizes that magnificent vinyl into the digital we hear on YouTube. He and another guy periodically post comparison videos of different recordings of the same music. It's scary cool how the better released recording sounds so much deeper, crisper, and clearer.
Anyway. Check out his channel. The music is spectacular.
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Went for a late night ride last night - left at 11:00 PM and it was still light outside. That's the benefit of summer in northwest Canada. We can stay up late with setting sun light. Warm. No wind. Dusky sky salted with stars. Plus, fewer vehicles on the road so more room for me.
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Jon Rahm. Heck of a talent. I knew he'd win. A few weeks ago, he was leading The Memorial Tournament by six strokes heading into the last round - and tested positive for Covid-19. Ugh. Asymptomatic. Almost a certain victory but had to withdraw. Well, he loves Torrey Pines. Won his first tournament there. Proposed to his newish bride there. Now, the 26-year-old won his first major, on Father's Day, cradling his new born. He won $2.25 million too. Life will not get better for him. It's all down hill from there!
So, when did YOUR life peak. LOL.
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I posted a silly observational thingie I wrote a few years ago. I had never posted it. It made me chuckle because the stuff actually happened. For the most part. The essence happened. That's what we remember, right? Not the actual event, play-by-play, but the enhancement of such event in a manner that reflected best on it and those individuals involved. Or so I've been told.
Have A Great Summer Solstice Everybody!
No sacrifices tonight.
Magnificent Bastard
The day started with a 3:00 am wake up call AKA doggie butt on my face. Then, a daughter's early rise to relieve me today of my first-of-the-morning, doggie-relieving duties. Titter. Titter. I said duty. Finally, and this never grows tired, the boy greeted me with a grand smile and a boisterous, Happy Farter's Day.
And so it begins...
US Open. Final Round. Phenomenal leaderboard. Mackenzie Hughes, a Canadian, tied for the lead. It's gunna be epic.
Ciao for now.
And so it begins...
US Open. Final Round. Phenomenal leaderboard. Mackenzie Hughes, a Canadian, tied for the lead. It's gunna be epic.
Ciao for now.
Magnificent Bastard
Quote by AnnaMayZingQuote by MagnificentBastard
With some, I really tried to twist the plot, distracting with one narrative while covertly leading with another.
Not to mention that one of mine that you twisted, G!
https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/micro-fiction/home-late.aspx[/quote]
Oh, I forgot about that! That was fun, wasn’t it?
We’ll try that again. Maybe keep it to two or three writers. IDK.
Or have teams compete for fun to see what each team comes up with.
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Quote by verbal
Not that I can write micros for sh1t, ut I'd agree with Verity that the last line is the place to start. Good micros seem to all be really tightly structured: plot, plot, plot. You gotta know what you're gonna do before you get in.
Flash--which I like to think I'm pretty good at--are a different beast. The key, for me, is finding a tiny plot point, a small change in a character's attitude or situation, and focus entirely on it. If the plot of a novel goes from A to Z, the plot of a flash is from A to B - just one small step.
Agreed. You need to have stuck the landing before you even begin writing. I wrote many, many flash and microflash stories. With some, I really tried to twist the plot, distracting with one narrative while covertly leading with another. The Tonya-coined, G-spin evolved from flashing the reader. ðŸ¤
I recall one story in particular that received lots of glowing feedback. If I can re-write it without the naughty bits, I might republish it. That particular story had a one word, ending sentence. Others of similar surprise ending ilk had several words more.
Just remember that every word counts. Use each wisely.
Magnificent Bastard
Justifiable reason for demanding divorce: You didn’t help me kill the alien.
Situation involved shoe string, elbow grease, an ax, a fire pit, colourful flames, and toxic smoke. But the deed is done.
Poor pup. Woke me at 1:30. Bad case of the dreaded D. Probably ate something on last night’s walk that she shouldn’t have. She didn’t discharge in her kennel or the house. Thank you pup. Much appreciated. But three trips later, with me falling in and out of sleep for the next several hours, I suspect she’s empty and her nocturnal gastrointestinal activity the reason for my stressful alien encounter.
Coffee for the road please. Great morning for a ride.
Have a great weekend everybody.
Situation involved shoe string, elbow grease, an ax, a fire pit, colourful flames, and toxic smoke. But the deed is done.
Poor pup. Woke me at 1:30. Bad case of the dreaded D. Probably ate something on last night’s walk that she shouldn’t have. She didn’t discharge in her kennel or the house. Thank you pup. Much appreciated. But three trips later, with me falling in and out of sleep for the next several hours, I suspect she’s empty and her nocturnal gastrointestinal activity the reason for my stressful alien encounter.
Coffee for the road please. Great morning for a ride.
Have a great weekend everybody.
Magnificent Bastard
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Good morning, dear friends. *hugs*
Coffee is hot and so is the teakettle.
I heard from my sister yesterday that my aunt is going to be celebrating her 91st birthday on the 23rd. The thing is her children, my cousins, are having a birthday party for her. They virtually all live down in the Northwest corner of Arkansas. And that is one of the most Republican Trumpiest areas in the country. I doubt if half a dozen people down there have been vaccinated. It is a death trap for funky liberals who believe in science and detest the Loser.
What a shame. I have been fighting cancer for 6 years now. My wife is not in great health either. We simply cannot trust going into that place and getting the Covid. What a pity. We're going to pass the family gathering by.
I'm just waiting for the coffee to cool now for that first bracing sip.
Update: Breaking news, folks! Check out this notice from Nicola. It is great news!
https://forum.storiesspace.com/yaf_postsm183155_Update-re-plans-to-keep-the-site-going.aspx#183155[/quote]
Larry, stay healthy. Stay safe. You now can work towards posting #1000!
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Yes, fabulous news. Time to drink coffee and mend fences.
Speaking of coffee, I really enjoyed the cold brew I made this morning. Super easy to make. Super smooth to drink. Requires little cream and even less sugar. But I think it’s better as a warm weather sipper than a morning pick me up. Regardless, a highly recommended on the Cooking With Ping scale of delishy things in life.
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Changing gears, Monday was the anniversary of my father’s murder so many years ago. It’s weird. I remember when my son was five and thought, “Wow, how could someone take a little boy’s dad away?”
Many of us experienced loss last year. From Verbs pop and my mom, to Rump’s wife and Sprite’s brother, a friend’s son’s suicide, and Gill and Tonya’s devastating year of many loved ones lost.
My mom’s ashes have been with me for fourteen months now. She wanted her final resting spot someplace private across borders, but due to the pandemic, I couldn’t take her there. However, today is a big day; a massive day. If things go well, she’ll be on her way later this summer. Fingers crossed. This needs to happen.
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Larry, did you enjoy Moneyball?
That scene in the music store with his daughter. BTW, she was the daughter in Ray Donovan. That was a prematurely-cancelled great series that had you on the edge. Anyway, I had that same moment with my daughter. She was learning ukulele and was learning to write music. She wrote me a little song. Using the three or four cords she knew, she played it for me. I tear up ever time I think of it, and thank goodness, I had the mind to record it. I wish I could share it with you. It would warm your heart.
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US Open begins tomorrow. Got some golf to watch. But this year, I’m really looking forward to The Open Championship across the pond. It was cancelled last year and could not be rescheduled. Love me links golf.
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Earlier this spring, I messed around with a little horror vignette of sorts on my phone. I might have something to publish. It’s been a while. Not getting too excited, but cautiously hopeful.
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No negative reactions after my second Covid shot yesterday. Phew. Got the Pfizer. My first was the AstraZenica. Had some nasty things like a fever, fatigue, massively swollen lymph nodes, and a numb and tingly left arm that without the other symptoms could have been something much more serious.
Later.
Have a great day everyone!
Magnificent Bastard
Quote by verbal
Bull Durham is my fave ever, easily. Moneyball is good, a solid second. Field of Dreams a distant third - it's a little too touchy feely for me.
No, I wasn’t fortunate to be at the game. But at that time, I was a team manager for an athletics team. We traveled to TO and I arranged for the entire team to catch a game, beer, nuts, and all. It was magic.
Our top three are similar. Tougher question, what fills out your top five?
I’ll think on this but if Bad News Bears is on your list, you are dead to me. The Natural? So many others.
Funny isn’t it. For a guy who jokingly slams boreball, he sure does love baseball movies.
Just shook my jar of soaking coffee grounds. Twenty one hours to go.
If you can properly explain ‘scrapping pegs’ or some variation of that reference, I’ll give you the first taste of my Java elixir.
Magnificent Bastard
Quote by MendallaQuote by Rumple_deWriter
It will be nice to know what the future holds for Stories Space. Not trying to rush anyone along but uncertainty is no fun, not at all. ;)
Updates are in several ongoing threads now, but this is the main one (if Ping would stop derailing it).
https://forum.storiesspace.com/yaf_postst8220_The-new-Stories-Space.aspx[/quote]
Careful there, Scott. Not here.
But for clarification, Larry publicly asked about my friend. I informed him. Nicola then called me a couple things because you threw a tantrum and blocked me, but not before saying nasty things to me about me and Maggie. I only responded to Nicola by sharing that our feelings were mutual. That's it. I did not derail anything. Stop being so negative. Others offered to help. Like a dog with a rotting bone, you chose to go your own way. Don't take your frustration out on me or anyone else, ESPECIALLY in this thread.
Sorry Bill. Sometimes censorship is a nasty thing. As Fox Mulder professed, the truth is out there. The world saw the evils of manipulative censorship for four years, didn't we? Don't need to go there ever again.
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Started some cold brew coffee today. First time. Will report back tomorrow on how it turns out. Sitting in the fridge for the next twenty-four hours. Smoothest type of coffee I've ever tasted. After I filter it through the Areo Press tomorrow, and add a pinch of Kosher salt, it should be heavenly sublime.
Stay safe, everyone. Getting me second vaccine shot today. Looking forward to a world without masks.
Magnificent Bastard
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Oh dear. No infighting here.
That's certainly fair. I'm just frustrated this cafe is going south just as it was getting fun. But Life is change, and perhaps the new cafe will be fun as well. My apologies.
3-0 Mets-Cubs in the 5th as I watch it on time delay. Roland, come talk baseball!
A decaf would hit the spot.
More baseball. Impressive. Better than swinging both ways.
Darn it. Couldn’t post from my phone or Tic Tok
Search YouTube for, ‘he pitches with both hands’
Check out that glove.
Magnificent Bastard
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Oh dear. No infighting here.
That's certainly fair. I'm just frustrated this cafe is going south just as it was getting fun. But Life is change, and perhaps the new cafe will be fun as well. My apologies.
3-0 Mets-Cubs in the 5th as I watch it on time delay. Roland, come talk baseball!
A decaf would hit the spot.
I’ll talk baseball. Joe Carter. Toronto Blue Jays. Back-to-back series champs. I saw them at the Skydome. It was awesome.
Barry Bonds. Westminster Dog Show. Showed his own little doggie. Not a euphemism. Possibly.
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JLo is back with Ben. Her ex-Yankee is fugly.
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Moneyball is the BEST baseball movie ever. Bull Durham and Field of Dreams tie for second.
Magnificent Bastard
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I was hoping so, yeah.
You rang?
Epic weekend. Rolled over to Monday. Awesome weather although a morning thunderstorm is strongly factoring into a potential tornado warning.
Best new sports team logo. But they should have called themselves the Ice Demons, giving the beast glowing red eyes. Maybe even having bloodied body parts of opposing teams sticking out of its mouth. C'est la vie.
Stay frosty. It's hot out there.
Magnificent Bastard
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Hello folks. It appears that whatever ailed Victor has passed away. He ate normally this morning and was taking his treats during our walk. He thought the treats smelled bad yesterday and refused to take them.
I suppose this will be a shopping day. I need to get some medicine and necessities like bread and milk. It is already 81 degrees and should reach 91 this afternoon. Not the kind of heat that any of us enjoy anymore.
Have fun out there.
Glad your pup is better. It’s a helpless feeling. Been there many times. Lots of hugs for the big V!
Magnificent Bastard
Well, looks like there’s a solution on the table from Maggie. SS won’t ever look the same again, but hopefully, some of the essential elements remain. This was a good process to go through. Lots was learned, especially about people.
So the farewell tour begins.
BYOB, unless there’s a crate of some magical elixir in the back room. I guess we can call those leafy plants in the windows what they actually are - party plants.
The weekend has arrived.
Stay Safe Everyone!
So the farewell tour begins.
BYOB, unless there’s a crate of some magical elixir in the back room. I guess we can call those leafy plants in the windows what they actually are - party plants.
The weekend has arrived.
Stay Safe Everyone!
Magnificent Bastard
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Well, I did it again. Nude bacon frying. Why do it? Just like climbing Everest, because it’s there. Off to emerg shortly for some ointment. Treatment for pigs is called, oinkment. My daughter laughs every time I say that. I’ll probably get the same British nurse who likes to make spotted dick jokes.
Anyway, none of this is true. What is true is the Mochaccino I made and am currently sipping.
Easy Mochaccino: Get your favourite hot chocolate powder mix and use as the sweetener. Make coffee a little stronger than usual. Add powder to coffee to desired taste. Add some sugar if you fear drink becoming too chocolatey, or choc-latte, if you want to generate a daughter’s eye roll and smile. Add cream or whip cream to soften flavour, making drink creamier. Delish.
Hope to go for a little ride this morning before the day gets too busy and the skies open.
When the hell did, “Have a good one,” become the standard cashier saying. I hate it. Have a good day is better. Have a good one is lazy language. Have a good what? Visit to the bathroom after eating at Taco Bell? Have a good divorce? Have a good fall after tripping on some guest’s kid’s toy left on the floor.
Have a good one is synonymous with See You Next Tuesday. If you don’t know what that means, best look it up. It’s not a kind way to say goodbye, but it is satisfying.
Anyway, have a good one everybody.
See you next Tuesday, Verbs.
I had to look that one up - my inner 12 year old boy is out mowing the lawn.
What's wrong with have a good one? Rabble-rouser. Talia is currently learning the sheer number of non-specific nouns i use in an average day, primarily: dealer, delio, thang, and thanger. As in, Would you take that delio and put it in the thanger?
No baseball today. Rematch with Larry's Padres on Friday.
Time to write. Coffee please.
You lazy-language, unemployed bum.
Magnificent Bastard
Well, I did it again. Nude bacon frying. Why do it? Just like climbing Everest, because it’s there. Off to emerg shortly for some ointment. Treatment for pigs is called, oinkment. My daughter laughs every time I say that. I’ll probably get the same British nurse who likes to make spotted dick jokes.
Anyway, none of this is true. What is true is the Mochaccino I made and am currently sipping.
Easy Mochaccino: Get your favourite hot chocolate powder mix and use as the sweetener. Make coffee a little stronger than usual. Add powder to coffee to desired taste. Add some sugar if you fear drink becoming too chocolatey, or choc-latte, if you want to generate a daughter’s eye roll and smile. Add cream or whip cream to soften flavour, making drink creamier. Delish.
Hope to go for a little ride this morning before the day gets too busy and the skies open.
When the hell did, “Have a good one,” become the standard cashier saying. I hate it. Have a good day is better. Have a good one is lazy language. Have a good what? Visit to the bathroom after eating at Taco Bell? Have a good divorce? Have a good fall after tripping on some guest’s kid’s toy left on the floor.
Have a good one is synonymous with See You Next Tuesday. If you don’t know what that means, best look it up. It’s not a kind way to say goodbye, but it is satisfying.
Anyway, have a good one everybody.
See you next Tuesday, Verbs.
Anyway, none of this is true. What is true is the Mochaccino I made and am currently sipping.
Easy Mochaccino: Get your favourite hot chocolate powder mix and use as the sweetener. Make coffee a little stronger than usual. Add powder to coffee to desired taste. Add some sugar if you fear drink becoming too chocolatey, or choc-latte, if you want to generate a daughter’s eye roll and smile. Add cream or whip cream to soften flavour, making drink creamier. Delish.
Hope to go for a little ride this morning before the day gets too busy and the skies open.
When the hell did, “Have a good one,” become the standard cashier saying. I hate it. Have a good day is better. Have a good one is lazy language. Have a good what? Visit to the bathroom after eating at Taco Bell? Have a good divorce? Have a good fall after tripping on some guest’s kid’s toy left on the floor.
Have a good one is synonymous with See You Next Tuesday. If you don’t know what that means, best look it up. It’s not a kind way to say goodbye, but it is satisfying.
Anyway, have a good one everybody.
See you next Tuesday, Verbs.