Day: January 11, 2020

SoCS — First Three Words

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For today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has upped the ante a bit. She’s asked us to:

  1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post.
  2. Open it to a random page.
  3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page.
  4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post.
  5. Then take it from there and write whatever comes to mind.

All of my books are on my iPhone’s Kindle app, so I chose fellow blogger Iain Kelly’s book, A Justified State, opened it up to page 81 (in the Kindle version) and the first three words of the first complete sentence were, “She had seen.”3CF7274B-8240-496E-84B6-2C0A92EFA823So let’s see what my stream of consciousness brain can conjure up from those three words along with today’s six daily prompt words, shall we?

She had seen the model wearing her creation many times before, but this time it looked a little different. It was not fitting the way it should have, and the fashion show was scheduled to start in less that two hours.

Carolyn knew it had been a mistake to permit the show coordinator to have access to her creations. The world of haute couture was not just competitive, but cutthroat. She should never have let her guard down like this.

She motioned for the model to come over to her. “There’s something wrong,” she said to the model. “The pants, they don’t fit the way they’re supposed to, the way they did earlier today.” The model — so tall, so thin, so beautiful, so empty — just stood there.

“Is there anything you have to tell me?” Carolyn said to the model, more as a demand than a question. “I hope that you’re not a part of this demonic scheme to ruin me.”

The model started to cry. “I’m so sorry, Carolyn,” she said, “but Felicia gave me five thousand dollars to give her access to this pantsuit. Can you forgive me!”

“That bitch, Felicia, couldn’t design her way out of a wet paper bag,” Carolyn said. “I’m tempted to fire you, Charlotte, but if you’ll accompany me to the police when I report Felicia to the authorities and are willing to corroborate that it was Felicia who paid you off to sabotage my show tonight, I might just keep you on as my top model if you promise to never do anything like this ever again.”

“I promise,” Charlotte said, reaching over and hugging Carolyn.

In addition to today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, this tale was written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (model), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (permit), Daily Addictions (pants), Ragtag Daily Prompt (hope),   Word of the Day Challenge (scheme), and Your Daily Word Prompt (corroborate).

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — January 10

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Egads! I’ve been so focused on all of the tasks that have to be addressed between now and the time we move into our new home in early February that I completely forgot about my Friday Flashback post this week. Please forgive me for being a day late.

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 10th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on January 10, 2014 on my old blog.

Random Questions

E5E4123F-3231-4DAE-9E8C-FA999170E829When I clean my ears with Q-tips, why is there always so much more earwax on the Q-tip I used in my right ear than on the one I used in my left ear?

Am I the only person whose finger sometime pushes through the sheet of toilet paper when wiping my butt after taking a dump?

If you can be overwhelmed and you can be underwhelmed, can you be just whelmed?

Why do women ask stupid questions like, “Do these jeans make my butt look fat?”

How many men, when asked by a woman, “Do these jeans make my butt look fat?” answer that question honestly?

Have you ever heard a man ask if his butt looks fat in his jeans?

Do Christians who deny evolution as “just a theory” also deny gravity as “just a theory”?

Am I the only one who can’t eat a pasta dish without getting at least a couple of stains from the sauce on my shirt?

Speaking about food, why do all of the foods that are not healthy for you taste so damn good while those that are good for you taste so damn awful?

If corn oil is made from corn and olive oil is made from olives, what is baby oil made from?

Is mauve really a color or is that just some sort of nonsense word that women use to make men feel stupid?

Why does hair now grow (and thrive) on parts of my body where it never grew before (and shouldn’t grow at all) and not grow at all where it used to and should, but doesn’t?

Why is it always so easy to say the things that you shouldn’t have said and so hard to say the things that you should have said?

Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?

Do all men pee while taking a shower, or is it just me?

Do women pee while taking a shower, or is that too uncouth and not lady-like?

What do you say when someone says you’re in denial, but you’re not?

If a woman wears a pair of pants, a pair of gloves, and a pair of earrings, why doesn’t she wear a pair of bras?

Has anyone ever been fooled by a comb-over?

Why do you get on a train and on a bus, but you get into a car?

FOWC with Fandango — Permit

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FOWCWelcome to January 11, 2020 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 “permit.”

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.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

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