Fibbing Friday — Who, What, and When?

Frank (aka PCGuy) and Di (aka Pensitivity101) alternate as host 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 your responses. Today is Di’s turn to host and here are her questions.

1. What is a pince nez?

The question should be who is Prince Nez, and the answer is Prince Nez is the son and heir to the throne of King Nez.

2. Who had the original telephone number Whitehall 1212?

It was for the telephone that was installed in the hall between the East Wing and the West Wing of the White House.

3. Who reportedly lived at 221B Baker Street?

That’s where the baker leased his oft-flooded basement to the butcher and the candlestick maker so that the three of them could relax together in a large tub.

4. What happened in Pudding Lane in 1666?

A large vat of figgy pudding exploded, covering the entire street and all the houses located on it with a thick coat of pudding that quickly dried. As a result, street on which the pudding-crusted homes were located was renamed Pudding Lane.

5. Who resides at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?

In early 2017 the building was turned into an insane asylum (or madhouse) and one of the most insane and dangerous men on earth was imprisoned there. Due to mass protests by the citizens, the plan is to remove that madman from the premises on January 20, 2021 and return the building to its previous usage.

6. What happened on the 8th August 1963?

A total eclipse of the sun.

7. Who lost their head on 16th October 1793?

Lizzie Borden’s husband, when she took an ax and gave her husband forty whacks after finding out that he was cheating on her.

8. What was in operation between April 3 1860 and October 24 1861 but failed due to bankruptcy?

The Trump Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City.

9. What is the significance of The Golden Hind?

This is the solid gold toilet that Donald Trump has in his Trump Tower condominium in New York City. It’s the one on which he sits his golden ass on when he has to take a dump.

10. Who was Spencer Perceval?

Mrs. Perceval’s first born child.

Friday Fictioneers — Creature of Habit

Danielle arrived early every morning. She swept the floors and wiped down the plastic tablecloths. She set up each table to be ready for the morning rush. Creamer, sugar, and artificial sweeteners for coffee. Salt and pepper for eggs. Syrup for pancakes. Butter and jam for toast.

A smile graced Danielle’s face as she looked around, knowing that everything was ready for the first customer of the day.

Sitting down at one of the tables, she sighed. Due to the pandemic, seven months had passed since the last customer had entered the café. But Danielle was a creature of habit.

(100 words)


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

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — October 23

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 23rd) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on my old blog on October 23, 2011

I Felt The Earth Move — Twice

It was around 2:45 p.m. local time. I was working in my office at home when the sliding door that separates it from the hallway started to rattle.

I looked around for our cat because the rattling sound was similar to the sound it makes when he rubs up against the partially open sliding door. Only this time it was more like he had run full-force into the door. But the cat was nowhere in sight.

“Did you feel that?” I heard our son call out. “It was an earthquake.”

This was the first time that I had actually felt an earthquake since we took up residence in San Francisco. There had been others, I’d been told, but I either slept through them or they were virtually imperceptible.

Later that same day…

It was around 8:15 p.m. local time. My wife and I were sitting on the couch in the living room watching some TV drama that we had recorded on our DVR when the sofa suddenly started to vigorously vibrate. The shimmying lasted for only around ten seconds, but the whole house shook, as if some large truck had rammed into it from the street below.

My wife and I looked at each other with wide eyes. I yelled out to our son, who was at the back of the house in his bedroom. “Did you feel that? It was another earthquake,” I definitively declared, now that I’m experienced at detecting such things.

The good news is that there was no damage to anything inside our home. The same can’t be said, however, for a couple of cars that were parked beneath a tree down the block from our place. The tree was apparently uprooted by the shaking earth beneath it.

Ah, so this is what it’s like to live in San Francisco! Or wait. Maybe it’s just the beginning of the end.

FOWC with Fandango — Jeopardize

FOWCWelcome to October 23, 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 “jeopardize.”

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. You will marvel at their creativity.

Blue Skies Ahead

In just two weeks

On November third

America’s winds will shift

The gray turns to blue

In the sky’s vivid hue

The sun will shine

For the first time again

In four years

My angry growl will be tamed

My nasty scowl it will devour

And alleviate

My hopelessness

And my anxieties


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (gray turns to blue), The Daily Spur (growl), Word of the Day Challenge (vivid), Your Daily Word Prompt (devour), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (alleviate).