Friday Fictioneers — Tacky, Campy, and Kitschy

319AF249-8523-4678-906F-1CFBAC0F8B58“Tacky,” Adele said as she looked around and offered her unsolicited opinion about the restaurant’s decor. “What is that monstrosity on the wall? A papier-mâché orca? Really, Gladys, why would you even suggest a place like this for our weekly lunch?”

“Oh Adele, don’t be such a snob,” Gladys said. “I think it’s kind of campy.”

“I sort of agree with Adele,” Arlene said. “The decor does seem kind of kitschy.”

“Campy? Kitschy? Seriously, you two are just being bitchy,” Gladys said. “This is a restaurant, not a gallery. We came here to eat, so shut up and let’s order.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Roberson.

The Roulette Table

3EA12377-CC5F-4D12-96CB-47A73F53E41A“You seem a bit anxious,” Jack said. “Is something bothering you?”

No, it’s just that I’ve never seen a casino as posh as this one,” Stephen said. “It’s beautiful.”

“Well, I don’t know that I’d call it posh and beautiful,” Jack said. “More like glitzy and tacky.”

“To me it’s amazing.” Stephen said. “It has a carnival-like atmosphere, doesn’t it?” Then pointing to a section on the other side of the casino floor, he said. “Hey look, a roulette table. Let’s go play.”

“Do you know how to play roulette?” Jack asked.

“I think you bet on a number and when the guy spins the wheel, if your number comes up, you win,” Stephen explained.

They headed to the roulette table and Stephen put his chips on number 18. “Why 18?” Jack asked.

“Because my birthday is January 8th, and so one and eight, or 18,” Stephen said.

“Let’s hope that that will be a fortuitous choice,” Jack said.

When the spinning roulette wheel came to a stop, the little ball had landed on 18, much to the surprise and delight of Jack and Stephen.

However, as is usually the case, the house ended up winning and, after a few hours, the two men left the casino with empty pockets, their brief victory short-lived.

Written for Daily Addictions (anxious), Ragtag Daily Prompt (posh), Word of the Day Challenge (carnival), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (number), Your Daily Word Prompt (fortuitous), and Scott’s Daily Prompt (victory).


Sunday Photo Fiction — Tacky

img_1427“I think it’s tacky,” Liz said. “Can you imagine?”

“Well, you know how much Aunt Martha loved her dog,” Marion said. “After Oreo died, Martha took him to a taxidermist and had him stuffed and mounted.”

“Yeah, I thought that was really fucked up,” Liz said. “What kind of sicko stuffs her dead dog and displays it by the fireplace?”

“Aunt Martha had her quirks,” admitted Marion.

“This goes way beyond being quirky,” Liz said. “She actually had instructions in her will for them to take that horrid stuffed dog wired for electricity, coated in porcelain, painted, and set in front of her gravestone.”

“It even lights up at night with that broken lantern hanging from its mouth,” Marion said. “It is a bit bizarre.”

“And with the eyes that glow in the dark,” Liz added, “it looks like some weird werewolf, except it’s a dog.”

“I know,” said Marion. “But she put this in her will and as executor, it was my responsibility to carry out her last wishes.”

“It’s so tacky and it’s embarrassing,” Liz said. “I’d steal it and take it to the dump if I didn’t feel it would be like desecrating Aunt Matha’s gravesite.”

“Hmm,” Marion said. “I may know a guy who knows a guy….”

Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding.

I’m Considering Dropping WordPress


I’m seriously thinking about dropping WordPress. Well, from my blog’s URL that is.

It’s not because I have anything against having “.wordpress” in my blog’s web address. To be honest, I couldn’t give a shit about that. Especially since keeping “.wordpress” in the URL saves me some money. And I’m all about saving money.

But apparently my blog has become popular enough recently that ads are starting to show up on my posts. I realize that in life there’s no such thing as a free ride, or free lunch, or free market, or whatever that expression is. I also understand that we live in a capitalist society and somebody’s got to pay.

I appreciate that WordPress is providing a valuable service by enabling thousands — nay, millions — of us with this free blogging platform and that it takes effort and costs money to keep it going.

And, for the most part, I think the folks at WordPress are doing a damn fine job of it. It’s easy to use, there are many free themes (templates) available, and you can pretty much tailor the look of your blog any way you want.

That said, having advertisements displayed on my posts seems tacky to me. It’s pure unadulterated, crass commercialism.

Plus, I’m not a fan of ads. I rarely watch live TV because of that. I watch shows I’ve DVR’d so that I can fast forward through the commercials. Why would I want to have ads on my blog?

And so I’m torn. Should I continue to take advantage of the free blogging platform and not worry about burdening you, my readers, with ads? Or should I fork over 36 bucks a year so that my blog will be ad free?

To help me decide, I have three questions for you.

First, do advertisements appearing on blog posts annoy you?

Second, have you dropped “.wordpress” from your blog’s URL by purchasing an upgrade so that advertisements won’t show up on your posts (or for some other reason)?

Third, if so, was it worth it?

Thanks for you responses.

This post is for “tailor,” today’s one-word prompt.