Must needs these

So, I need to invent a couple of things right quick.

First, I need a Bleach Scented Candle. That way my house can smell like I cleaned it without all that pesky work*. Of course, I’ll need to figure out how to make it a scent that I am not reactive to. But that is a mere detail. And can be worked out later!

The other thing that I need to invent is a holster to hold multiple phones. I am making that for my friend since we were talking about having multiple Twitter accounts and how it’s difficult to switch between them on his phone**. The obvious solution to this problem is multiple phones. Obviously, again, we then need a convenient way to carry them with ease of access. I envision it as an ammo belt criss crossing the chest like a bandolero  Or it might be in a binder with pockets and dividers similar to baseball card protectors. Lastly, it could be in some sort of wallet that unfolds your phones like those things that hold all of your grandkids photos.

There. I have improved the world yet again.

 

*I am cleaning. It’s just not fast enough. Somebody get me of this damn treadmill.

**Soon enough he will no doubt write the code for an app that manages multiple accounts like that. Because that’s what he likes to do. This is an interim solution. Or maybe just cooler.

Love it or Leave it

Art is supposed to be fun. At the same time, it can be challenging, hard, frustrating, and seemingly impossible  So you’d better love it. Otherwise it’s not worth it. Go find something else to do that you love and enjoy more.

Just my two cents.

Six word friday: august is fun.

the nights have really cooled off

the days have gentled a bit.

smoldering more, scorching a little less

the schedule is gentler as well

only requiring attention every few days

rather than every day. or more.

for me, august is fun, really,

because it isn’t packed with fun.

(the kid might disagree with me)

more august fun with six words

Six Word Fridays: Fun (August)

Summer fun-

on the run.

quieting.

time at home

having flown,

alighting.

gaze turns in

from summer’s

bright’ning

the faint call

first fall

sighting.

not just yet

never fret

delighting

warm and bright-

cooler nights

exciting

a gentler speed

fewer needs

enticing

old time feeling

childhood dealings

reminding

catching of breath

time then,

writing

 

 

Six Word Friday: Offering

I have only this to offer:

For all your prehistoric healthcare needs.

Sunday Funday

Today looks like it will be fun. I usually meet up with my girlfriends on Sundays for “coffee” and chatting. Today I’m also getting some pictures taken for my art project. I think I mentioned those last week. I have a friend who is a photographer. She’s going to take them for me so I can have more pixels and better pictures, too.

Self Portrait Saturday (or Sunday, ya know) week 2

So here are some pictures of me (and friends) from The Girls and I going out last night to paint up the town.

My first instinct is, of course, not to post them. But that would not serve my purpose here. After that, I start to think of all the things I don’t like about them. I’m going to refrain from my refrain and just post them.

Kids and their jargon.

This morning my son asked me to come outside and help him move a couple of tires that he was using to build his fort. Somehow that morphed into me carrying a couple TONS of cinder blocks. And wood. And tires. And a log.

At one point, when I was bent over resting before picking up a good sized cement paver stone, he says, “This is some good, quality time.”

I wonder where he heard that from? Although it’s probably everywhere, school, TV, everywhere.

A couple minutes later he asked me if I liked helping him like this. I said I don’t mind helping you, but these things are getting heavy!

We soldiered on and eventually achieved fortage.

defending the fortress with sword and shield

Hovercrafts and Underoos

I realized the other day that I would love to have a  hovercraft.

How cool would that be!

I’ve always wanted to have an amphibious vehicle, but the other kind are just bulky and slow. Rather tanklike in nature and, I assume, gas hogging.

But a floating machine?

Yes! I totally want one of those.

A quick online search reveals that you can buy a kit to assemble one for your child. Then just attach a small motor and you’re off!

Tempting, isn’t it?

(I have made no attempt to find out how much said kit costs. Or what the laws are regarding hovering in my area.)

But I just might!

Or maybe just the plans to build your own. Hmm…

I was reminded of Underoos the other day when my friend mentioned them. I loved my Underoos. I remember having Bat Girl and Super Girl.

They should bring those back.

and make them for grown ups.

Did you have Underoos? Which ones?

Today I am grateful for… cottage cheese…games on my phone (keep the kid busy on errands)…coffee….coffee(stayed up too late)….and the negative setting on my camera and cellphone (but that will probably warrant it’s own post)

Group Blog Story

Here’s a fun little story written in a round robin group blog in my creative writing class. The first line was provided and then we all started a story which was then added to by all the members of our group and finished by the person who started it. This was mine. The first and last paragraph are mine. I thought it was a fun little exercise.

Techno Dance

It’s hard to know what a computer will do when you plug it in during a thunderstorm, but I never expected …
it to get up and walk away. Apparently the extra voltage was all it needed to attain a level of animation that had never been seen before in a computer to my knowledge.

I followed it out the door into the rain. The clack clack of the speakers turned feet was disconcerting to say the least. I needed to know where a computer might go. What business it might have. We made our way the Best Buy down, around the corner from my house.

As we neared the store, I heard the sound of music getting louder and louder. My computer sauntered through the door.

“Hey, Mac, you’re late!” a voice called from the back of the room. I peered in the window trying to see.

“Gimme a break, HP. You know the storm always hits your side of town first.”

“Whatever. DJ got the joint jumpin toNIGHT!” said HP.

I caught a glimpse of another computer boogieing his way toward my mac. What was this? Did they have dance parties every time there was a thunderstorm?

  •  

    I watched as a line of animated computers marched through the door, from desktops to laptops. Every time the automatic doors opened the techno music came to me full blast. The computers entering single file didn’t even spare me an electronic glance from their monitors. “Dell finally made it!” I recognized my computer’s voice, which sounded oddly human. “Moving kind of slow, aren’t you? Need an upgrade?” The lights inside the store dimmed down as the last of the stragglers entered. The bass now vibrated through the concrete walls and a disco ball descended from the ceiling. I watched through the glass doors and debated on going in side. What would happen if I did? The troop of computers had ignored my presence outside but would they continue to do so if I invaded their party? I stood under the store’s overhang which provided me with limited protection from the heavy rain. The splash of the rain on the sidewalk soaked my jeans from the knee down. Inside would be dry and warm but should I risk it? Should I just walk home in the heavy downpour? Lightning struck in the open parking lot across the road, I could feel the electricity. “Whoa! That was a close one!” I heard someone shout inside the store.

  • I had followed my computer this far, through the rain and lightning. Why give up now. I casually walked into Best Buy so as not to draw attention. Suddenly, all the monitors turned towards me. The music stopped and the lights flickered back to their regular white incandescence. All of the computers began to power down. “Goodbye,” the old HP’s said. All the other computers sang out their own individual sign-off tones in a brief orchestra of panic. All was silence and the party had ended as soon as it had begun. “Hello,” I said, hoping to catch another glimpse of the strange rave. Moonlight broke out as the storm rapidly receded. The party was officially over. I grabbed my computer and headed home. “I didn’t know you could do that. And if I knew you were a lady computer, I probably wouldn’t have visited some of the sights I frequent.”
  • I heard a sudden beep as my mac turned on again. Curious, I opened it up to the black screen. “…..You mean it?” I blinked at the green text in the middle of the black background. Now this was cool. “Yeah…sorry.” My eyes lit up in excitement. This was awesome! It was like I was Neo in The Matrix or something. “….Alright. Name’s Trinity. I’ll hold you to that.” The text suddenly disappeared, the mac shutting down again and going silent. I grinned. No one would believe me if I told them what had just happened, but it didn’t matter. I had a talking computer that was alive in many more ways than I could possibly imagine. I closed my computer once more, hurrying down the street to my room. I had the best computer in the world; no wonder they call it ‘Best’ Buy.
  • I was awakened in the night by the sound of coughing in the living room. I went to see who was there. It was my computer. Her screen was dim and flickering. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I guess I caught a virus at the party. my synapsis are sluggish and power is failing. I fear I am going to crash,” she typed in reply. “No, you can’t crash. I only just discovered that you are YOU. I cannot believe this.” “It is happening soon. I received an email from HP that we already lost Dell. He was taken to the repair shop, but the techs don’t think there is anything they can do. I wish I had used surge protection last night during my connections.” I sat down at the table and put my hands on her keyboard, rubbing her space bar with my thumbs. My eyes filled and a tear ran down my cheek. I continued to caress her space bar and occasionally stroke her other keys. I sat there with her until her cursor blinked for the last time. My computer died that day. I took her to the Computer Repair Shop, but they only confirmed what Mac had said. There had been a whole rash of computer deaths from the storm the night before. No one but me could have explained why. But, that is a story that would never be believed.