MLMM Photo Challenge — Fixer Upper

“You really need to focus on the view,” Wendy said.

“Yes, let’s focus on the view,” I said, “and not on the fact that there are only two exterior walls standing, no roof, no windows, no doors, no electricity, and no plumbing.”

“I told you it was a fixer upper,” Wendy said, “but you need to use your imagination. Think of it as an investment. With a little bit of sweat equity, you’ll be able to get your dream home with a killer view. And best of all, you could put your own stamp on.”

“When I told you, Wendy, that I wanted you to show me a house with a view, I was expecting you to show me a habitable house, not a stone ruin,” I said. “And, Wendy, if I wanted to put my stamp on something, I’d buy an envelope.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Sarah Whiley.

Of Boobs and Butts

Some guys are buttocks men
Others are breast men
Still others are leg men
It’s not unusual for women
To show off their assets
To parade around like a feline in heat

But many women are indignant
About men’s distorted focus
On female body parts
The find it indecent
And wish such men would halt their ogling
And seeing women as mere
Objects of sexual desire

Do they really, though?
I honestly don’t know


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (buttocks), Word of the Day Challenge (unusual), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (feline), My Vivid Blog (indignant), Ragtag Daily Prompt (distorted), Fandango’s One-Word challenge (decent), and Your Daily Word Prompt (halt). Photo credit: Pinterest.

I Have Moles

I’ve put a lot of effort (and money) into landscaping my backyard. But I have a mole problem and there are mole holes dotting my yard. In the past I’ve had a company come out to fix my mole problem, but that solution entailed setting traps that killed the moles. That didn’t bother me, but it did bother my wife, who has challenged me to come up with a more “humane” way of getting rid of the moles.

I did some research and came across a product that doesn’t kill moles but allegedly does drive them away. I found these on Amazon. They are advertised to safely and humanely rid your yard of moles, which would make my wife happy.

According to the product materials, this solar mole repellent uses vibration pulses to drive moles away, without the use of chemical agents or poisons. Thus, they are environmentally friendly, safe, and effective. Yay! The solar mouse repellent stakes emit vibration pulses into the ground for 3-4 seconds every 30 seconds at a frequency that supposedly annoys or frightens moles to the point that they leave the area.

Total bullshit! The moles in my backyard seem to be attracted to, rather than repelled by, whatever vibrations these devices are giving off, because I have more mole holes in my backyard now than I did before I stuck these stakes in the ground. The photo below shows a new mole hole I discovered yesterday about a foot to the left of the solar stake.

So it’s back to the drawing board and the ultimate question. Do I set lethal traps to rid my yard of these landscape destroying critters or just let them, as my wife wants, have free rein to do their thing?

R is for Rosemary’s Baby

For this year’s A-To-Z Challenge, my theme is MOVIES. I will be working my way through the alphabet during the month of April with movie titles and short blurbs about each movie. Today’s movie is “Rosemary’s Baby.”

“Rosemary’s Baby” was a 1968 American psychological horror film written and directed by Roman Polanski. It starred Mia Farrow, John Cassavetes, Ruth Gordon, Sidney Blackmer, Maurice Evans, and Ralph Bellamy, The film was a box-office success, grossing over $30 million in the United States. It received numerous accolades, including multiple Golden Globe Award nominations and two Academy Award nominations. Ruth Gordon won both the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress as well as the Golden Globe in the same category.

Before this movie was released, I had read the book with the same title written by Ira Levin. The horror novel sold over 4 million copies, making it the top bestselling horror novel of the 1960s. I loved the book and I was reluctant to see the movie when it came out because my experience at that point was that movie adaptations of great books pretty much sucked.

My girlfriend at the time, who hadn’t read the book but heard me rave about it, wanted to see the movie. So we went and to see it together. In Roman Polanski’s Hollywood debut, he put together a film that turned out to be incredibly faithful to the best seller.

The film was about a young newlywed couple, Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse (Mia Farrow and John Cassavetes) who moved into a large, rambling old apartment building in Central Park West, and begin a loving, post-honeymoon period. They became friendly with the eccentric next-door neighbors, the Castevets (Ruth Gordon and Sidney Blackmer), an overly-solicitous and intrusive elderly couple, and soon the struggling husband’s acting career improved and turned promising. But after a nightmarish dream of making love to a horned beast, the paranoid, haunted, and fragile Rosemary believed that she had been impregnated so that her baby could be used in the New Yorkers’ evil cult rituals.

Suffering through a long period of a debilitating pregnancy, she consulted with a long-time friend (Maurice Evans) who died mysteriously, but had sent her a book about witchcraft, which suggested that their Castevet neighbor Roman was the son of a famous martyred satanist.

After giving birth at home under heavy sedation, Rosemary is told by her obstetrician (Ralph Bellamy), a friend of the Castevets, that her baby has died. But she didn’t believe it, and after hearing an infant’s cries elsewhere in the building, she finds a coven of satanists gathered in the Castevets’ apartment with Guy and her newborn son. Informed that Satan is the child’s father, Rosemary initially reacts with horror but then seems to accept her role as its mother.

“Rosemary’s Baby” is one of horror cinema’s all-time classics. Without cheap thrills, gore, or sensationalistic elements, it presents the menacing presence of evil surrounding us in the alienated, every-day, mundane city environment. If you’re into eerie gothic horror films, this is one to see. Or you can also read Ira Levin’s excellent book.


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FOWC with Fandango — Decent

FOWC

It’s April 21, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “decent.”

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. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

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