Thursday, 24 November 2016

Aw Nuts



This week's prompt is scurrilous/defamatory.

Image result for squirrel


Sammy the squirrel was tired. It was Thanksgiving and he was ready for a rest. He'd been busy since April gathering nuts. Most squirrels start gathering nuts in May but Sammy liked to get a leg up on his fellow members of the Scoriae family. Not a literal leg up, you understand. That sounds kinda pornographic. But a leg up in the sense of getting an added advantage over the other squirrels. Sammy worked hard to have the biggest nuts in the forest. Wait, wait, wait - the biggest cache of nuts. I don't want to mislead you all.

However, what Sammy didn't know was that Steve the squirrel had kept his eye on Sammy. But surreptitiously. Now that's a big word for a squirrel, and for some humans. But if you don't know what it means I won't tell. It'll be our little secret.

Steve was a lazy squirrel. He wasn't one to make hay while the sun shines. He was one to watch others make hay or in Sammy's case gather nuts. Then, late at night while Sammy slept Steve would sneak silently into Sammy's cache and steal nuts to add to his own stash unbeknownst to poor Sammy.

One night however Sammy awoke and caught Steve with his hands on his nuts. Wait, I know how that sounds so get your mind out of the gutter. Sammy ordered Steve to return his nuts to him. After all he'd worked hard to collect these nuts and he wasn't going to let slothful, shiftless Steve just steal them.

Everybody knows that a squirrel and his nuts are inseparable. If Sammy let Steve steal his nuts he'd be the laughing stock of the forest. One might even say a scurrilous his nuts could be defamatory.

The prompt people are Our Write Side and you can find other posts on their site at Two Word Tuesday




Wednesday, 16 November 2016

The Bromance


This week the prompt is atelier/studio. Here's how I used the prompt.

Iggy and Pete were the best of friends. They spent a lot of time together. Be it with their wives and families or just hanging out together. A couple of guys.

Sometimes they played golf together. Other time they played board games. They even did jigsaw puzzles together. Of course the ones with plenty of sky were the toughest and usually took the longest to complete. They played video games and loved to watch football on television.

In all these endeavours they never really competed with each other. Their temperaments were similar and so they simply enjoyed whatever they undertook together. No pressure. They truly were buddies. Real man-men, whatever that means. Manly men doing manly things. Together. They really had a bromance going.

One day Pete and Iggy played poker. For money. And Iggy was losing. Big time. The more hands Pete won the cockier he got. For instance he told his friend he was bound to lose with a name like Iggy. And the more Iggy lost, the angrier he got.

The game came down to the last hand. Iggy bet big. Pete looked at Iggy and yelled "A tell, yay."

"What do you mean atelier" replied Iggy, not the brightest bulb in the box.

"Not atelier. A tell, yay. You blink rapidly when you're bluffing" said Pete. "That's called a tell. That's why I know you're bluffing."

"Well" said Iggy, "Next time we play I'll try to be more scholarly and look studio."

"That's studious" responded Pete. "You didn't pay much attention in high school, did you."


The prompt people are Our Write Side and you can find other posts on their site at Two Word Tuesday


Thursday, 10 November 2016

I Am Torn


The prompt this week is ignominy/embarrassment. I humbly submit the following interpretation.

I've always loved this song and I'm happy this post allows me to share it with you...




That's the official video. Now here's the "interpretive" one:




Sorry? What? You say the prompt wasn't Imbruglia? It was ignominy?

Well, this is an embarrassment.

The prompt people are Our Write Side and you can find other posts on their site at Two Word Tuesday

Thursday, 3 November 2016

The Big Move


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Most of Bob and Betty's friends found the couple engaging. Which was a good thing after a three year betrothal but no firm date set for the happy day. Not that the engagement day hadn't been happy. Nor the days since. But three years, thought Betty, this was pushing the limit. She wanted to buy a house with Bob, settle down, and have kids.

And then, without warning, Bob said they should set a date. Betty didn't have to be asked twice. So they set a date, sent invitations to family and friends, got married and set about finding a home together.

They used to laugh at all the couples on HGTV's House Hunters thumbing their noses at houses that weren't suitable or that were the wrong colour, or needed renovation work in the kitchen or bathrooms. They used to laugh. But now that it was their turn they weren't laughing.

Their agent took them to house after house at this end of town and that end of town and even out of town. Betty was moved to tears and Bob was grumpy. They both knew what they wanted but were afraid they'd never find it.

But one day, down a little street off the town's main drag, their agent showed them a cute little townhouse. It had everything they were looking for and was close to downtown, theatres and restaurants. And the price was well below their budget. They felt just like one of the giddy couples on House Hunters.

It was a good thing the price was so reasonable because while they loved the residence, it needed a little work.

Betty was a tad concerned and said to Bob "Here and there, marring the wall, I've come across a dent or a whole." "Some" said Bob. "But I can fix those with a little putty and paint, no problem."

Said Betty, searching for the right word "Then our home will truly be, truly be, truly be... salubrious!'

"You should do something about that cold" said Bob. "Need a tissue?"

Studio30+ would appear to have bit the dust. So the prompt folks, namely Tara,  have moved from Studio30+ to a new site called Our Write Side. There a prompt will be offered every Tuesday under their Two Word Tuesday section. This week's prompt is salubrious/wholesome.

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

My Back Pages - October



Well I hit my projected 50 books this year, and then some. Having read 46 by the end of September, another 10 during October brought me to 56 books read this year. And there's still November and December to take into account. It's been quite a year when it comes to me and the printed page.

October was as eclectic as ever with some music industry books, some old favourite detective tales and a little something new and different.

In the music category Pigs Might Fly, titled for a possible Pink Floyd reunion, was a great read. As was Bruce Springsteen's autobiography. This guy can really write and his story is full of great anecdotes. Also interesting but to a lesser extent were Apathy For The Devil by former British rock writer Nick Kent and Never Say No To A Rock Star by former record engineer Glenn Berger.

But I have to say the month was special in terms of returning to some of my favourite authors and a great collection of detective and investigative characters. Michael Connelly and his Harry Bosch, Jo Nesbo and his Harry Hole, James Lee Burke and his Dave Robicheaux and my all-time favourite Ken Bruen and his former Irish Guard officer Jack Taylor. All good reads and highly enjoyable.

I came across a huge disappointment this month in Neal Stephenson's The  Diamond Age. Stephenson wrote Eleveneves which I quite enjoyed. But this so-called postcyberpunk novel just didn't do it for me. Thirty per cent through it I caved and gave it a toss.

The surprise this month? A collection of short stories from my blogging buddy Michael Whiteman-Jones. Michael's from Colorado and he's pretty much stopped blogging to spend more time writing. His collection of stories is wonderful and witty. Not witty ha-ha, but witty smart. He captures the human condition, or conditions if you will, brilliantly and as if he's lived all these experiences himself. Michael shared these stories with me in an e-mail, but I think he should be sharing them with   a wider audience. Perhaps he could post them one at a time on his blog site. If not, he should be making them available by publicly publishing them. Well done, Michael.

Here's the books I read in October and how I rated them.

Pigs Might Fly - Mark Blake ****
Born To Run - Bruce Springsteen *****
The Emerald Lie (Jack Taylor #12) - Ken Bruen *****
Apathy For The Devil - Nick Kent ***
The Crossing (Harry Bosch #20) - Michael Connelly ****
Police (Harry Hole #10) Jo Nesbo *****
Burning Angel (Dave Robicheaux #8) - James Lee Burke ****
The Diamond Age - Neal Stephenson * (DNF)
Never Say No To A Rock Star - Glenn Berger ***
St Lucia's Day and Other Stories - Michael Whitman-Jones ****

In the land of television I continue to watch Madam Secretary, Designated Survivor and The Circus (about the American election). And I've started watching Westworld and Bull.

Musically this month I'm tuned to Van Morison's latest, what I call a very sublime CD and Leonard Cohen's latest. Cohen's 82 and this may be his last release of music. For that reason alone it's worth buying but the music itself is great. I purchased a lot of music in October but these two artists really stand out.

Let me know what you've been reading or watching or listening to lately. I'm always interested in exploring other folks' choices.

Thursday, 27 October 2016

You Know You're Getting Old When...


Earlier this week the book I was reading wasn't doing it for me and as I sat there on the couch staring off into space my mind started to wander. I started thinking about how old I was and the life I've lived and how it all seemed to pass so fast over the last 64 years. Don't get me wrong. It's been a great life and there's very little I'd change but I was starting to think about my mortality and how my cancer over the last ten years had kind of put a crimp in things.

Remember the Who singing "I hope I die before I get old"? There was a time, years ago, I believed that. Not so much anymore.

And who can forget that line from the aging, tossed-aside film star Nora Desmond in one of my favourite films Sunset Boulevard; "I am big. It's the pictures that got small".

But like Desmond I'm not fooling anyone. Not even myself. I am old.

Like when I go to bed. Geez, I'm under the covers, hearing aids removed by 8:30pm. Good thing there's "On Demand" for television which means I can usually watch whatever I want whenever I want. Otherwise, says my brother Whitey (y'all remember Whitey?), the television networks would have to move prime time to 5:00pm. And, damn, I'd have eat supper at 4:00pm. And at that time I would have only just finished lunch. And because I have some kidney issues and am diabetic the meal wouldn't be very exciting. I find the older I get my meals tend to be a little more off schedule and a little blander. No more cheeseburgers and poutine for me, for example.

You know what I did earlier today? I belong to this Facebook group of classic rock music lovers and we all post music videos from the past. I'm partial to the 60s and 70s but today I posted Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavour On The Bedpost Overnight by Lonnie Donegan Lonnie was a skiffle artist and released this song in 1959. I was all of seven years old at the time but I loved hearing this song on the radio. My comment on the Facebook post was "Yes, dammit, okay I'm old."

And speaking of being a kid I used to love things like Kentucky Fried Chicken and Cheez-Whiz. I bought some of each w while back and yuck. I think my taste buds have died. They just weren't the same.

I used to laugh at people who talked about walking into a room and forgetting why. Now I do it all the time. And don't laugh, dammit. I have to walk back out of the room to remember.

Once in a while I wear my T-shirts inside out and have to have my wife tell me to turn them right side out. I wear crocks (shock, I know., eh Whitey? I guess they're old people shoes.) and half the time wear them outdoors instead of remembering to change into my shoes.

I could go on but I can't remember half the other stuff I do, or don't do.

Sorry, I have to go. It's 4:00pm and I'm having grilled, skinless chicken and twice-boiled potatoes, some raw broccoli and carrots for dinner. Unsweetened applesauce for desert. Yum, yum.

Now, why did I come into the kitchen?


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