Thursday Inspiration — Get a Job

For this week’s Thursday inspiration, Jim Adams asked us to use the prompt word “job,” or the above picture, or the song “Five O’Clock World,” by the Vogues. I went with above picture and the word “job,” but musically, the song that came to mind for me was “Get a Job” by the Silhouettes. It was released in November 1957 and reached the number one spot on the Billboard pop and R&B singles charts in February 1958.

This song was written by group member Richard Lewis, who, when he returned home to Philadelphia after serving in the U.S. army, didn’t have a job. His my mother said “You need to get a job, Richard,” and basically that’s where the song came from.

Interesting tidbit: the ’50s revivalists group, Sha-Na-Na, took its name from the “Sha na na na, sha na na na na” refrain in “Get a Job.” Sha-Na-Na covered the song and performed it at Woodstock in 1969.

Friday Fictioneers — Bad Timing

“This is shocking,” Janice said.

“Actually,” Sharon said, “it’s typical of him.

“He never did have a good sense of timing,” William added.

“That’s an understatement,” Janice said. “Everything he said or did was at the wrong time and the wrong place.”

“So we shouldn’t be at all surprised that her ex-husband, and our estranged father, would send a bouquet of flowers and a “Get Well Soon” helium balloon on the day of Mom’s funeral,” Sharon said.

“Once an ass, always and ass,” William said.

“I still think it’s shocking,” Janice said.

“And I still think it’s typical,” Sharon said.

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Fibbing Friday — Happy Punday

Di (aka Pensitivity101) and Melanie (Sparks From a Combustible Mind) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. This week is Melanie’s ’s turn and she has given us some classic puns for us to “punder.”

1. What did one eye say to the other? I’ve got an eye on you.
2. Light travels faster than sound. That’s why some people appear bright until you… close your eyes.
3. What do you call an alligator in a vest? Very natty.
4. Why couldn’t the pony sing in the choir? Because he was too small.

5. How do you make holy water? Pour it through a sieve.

6. Why did the hipster burn his mouth on pizza? He was so stoned that he forgot to blow on it.
7. Why did the scarecrow get an award? He was voted the best dressed in his field.
8. Will glass coffins be a success? We’ll have to wait and see.
9. What’s the difference between a hippo and a zippo? A zippo doesn’t do well in water.
10. What do you call a dog magician? Unemployed.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 17th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your 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 17th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 17 2017.

SoCS — What’s Your Sign?

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The population of the United States now exceeds 321 million. There are 12 signs of the zodiac. Assuming a fairly equal distribution of citizens across those 12 signs, approximately 27 million people share the same sign as you do.

As a logical, rational, thinking person, I don’t believe that the other 27 million people whose zodiac sign I share are just like me. We don’t all share the same characteristics or natures, nor are we similarly influenced — if influenced at all — by the position of heavenly bodies.

That’s why, when people ask me, “What’s your sign?” I almost always say “A stop sign.”

My wife, however, is not nearly as pragmatic as am I. She reads her daily horoscope, which is published, appropriately, in the comics section of our local paper. And before you ask, yes, we do still get home delivery of our local newspaper every morning. Me mostly for the sports section and my wife mostly for the crossword puzzles.

Anyway, she’ll read her horoscope and say something like, “That is so me.” And I’ll say something like, “Yes, that is so you…and the 27 million or so other Americans who share your same astrological sign.” At which point she gets angry and refuses to speak to me for the rest of the day.

I have no patience with horoscopes or the people who really take them seriously. If you happen to be someone who ascribes some magical, mystical powers to astrological signs, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.

Perhaps you should check your horoscope for today. It just might advise you to be on the lookout for an encounter with a stranger who will cause you to question your sanity.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness post from Linda G. Hill is about the word “sign.”

FOWC with Fandango — Possible

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It’s June 17, 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 “possible.”

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.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.