#FOWC — Senior Moments and Brain Farts

84B9DF16-EF78-4F3D-BFF0-450872F83CE6I just realized that I had a senior moment yesterday — probably one of many senior moments I had yesterday — and forgot to respond to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge for the word “curtail.” And since I’m Fandango, that’s just embarrassing.

When I told my wife about yesterday’s brain fart, she suggested that perhaps I need to curtail the amount of time I spend each day on WordPress.

“I object!” I said. “I’ll curtail the amount of time I spend on WordPress if you’ll do the same on Twitter.” She quickly demurred. She is easily as addicted to Twitter as I am to WordPress.

And speaking about WordPress, the problem I posted about a few days ago in this post regarding the most recent WordPress update for the iOS app, remains unresolved. Seems that the Happiness Engineers have been unable to replicate the issue. Yet it continues unabated when I use the app.

Apparently they believe that problem I’m having with their app is my fault. Perhaps they think I’m just experiencing more senior moments — or too many brain farts.

I’m tempted, since Automatic, the company behind WordPress, is headquartered in San Francisco, to go to their offices, hand them my iPhone, and refuse to leave until they fix the bug!


Written for today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “object.”

Double Vision

In a post yesterday I played a little bit with perspectives. It was a simple line drawing. If you looked at it one way, you would see a duck, but if you looked at it another way, it looked like a rabbit.

That reminded me of one of my favorite “double vision” works of art.

27ED3359-E1CA-4AEB-80EA-789A1E6DF8BCRaise your hand if you’ve seen this before.

This 1892 drawing, called “All is Vanity,” is the work of American illustrator Charles Allan Gilbert. It employs a double image (or visual pun) showing a woman admiring herself in a mirror while sitting at a vanity. But when viewed from a distance, it appears to be a human skull.

What do you see when you look at it? I see a woman sitting at her vanity, but if I take my glasses off, I see a skull.

Hmm. Maybe I should have titled this post “Poor Vision.”

Friday Fictioneers — Taken Too Literally

img_1731Mitchell sat at the head of the long table in the boardroom. He was angry. “People,” he said, “the competition is whipping our asses. Sales for the past two quarters are way down, while Acme Widgets is having a banner year. Our stock price is in the toilet even though the market is up.”

Mitchell looked around the room and said, “I need you all here first thing in the morning with ideas for how we can get a leg up on our competitors.”

The next morning Jason walked into Mitchell’s office and placed a prosthetic leg on Mitchell’s deck.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Time To Write — The Sweet Sixteen Party

56B0365B-FEAF-44CF-A603-E3E863D7DA8A“Who invited him?” Eileen asked.

“I did, Mom,” Christina responded. “This is my sweet sixteen party and he is my father, you know.”

“Yes, Christina, I know that he’s your father,” Eileen said. “But after what he did to me — to us — he has a lot of nerve showing up here.”

“You’re wrong, Mom,” Christina said. “He left you and you may want to never see him again and I can understand that. But he will always be my dad and I know he loves me and I love him. Plus, with what he’s giving you in alimony and child support, he essentially paid for this shindig you insisted on throwing for me. I wanted him to be here for my sweet sixteen party so I called and invited him.”

“I know, sweetie,” Eileen admitted. “But you must understand how uncomfortable this is for me, don’t you?”

“I do, Mom,” Christina answered, “but it will only be for a few hours and then he’ll be gone.”

“Do you see that?” Eileen whispered to her daughter. “That son of a bitch had the nerve to bring someone with him. Oh shit, your father just waved and he and his friend are heading this way.”

Dave walked up to his ex-wife and his daughter. He hugged Christina and kissed her on the cheek. He went to hug Eileen, but she backed away. “Good to see you, too, Eileen,” he said sarcastically.

“And who is this you’re with?” Eileen asked, her tone as cold as ice.

“Eileen, Christina,” Dave said. “I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Alan.”


Written for this week’s Time To Write prompt from Rachel Poli. We are supposed to begin our story using the sentence, “Who invited him?”

FOWC with Fandango — Object

FOWCWelcome to July 6, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “object.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.