Overcoming Bloglessness


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Twist Off

Daily Prompt
Tell us a story — fiction or non-fiction — with a twist we can’t see coming. via href=’https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/what-a-twist/’>What a Twist!.

I haven’t been in a good frame of mind for blogging lately. Daily Prompts don’t inspire me to write anything but regrettable drivel.

I always wanted to write someday, when I had the time. Now I have time, but I’m dull as a…a dullard.

Maybe I’m just not a writer. I haven’t had enough interesting life experiences or accomplishments to speak of. Things I’d like to write about are too personal or too inflammatory or better left to smarter, more skillful wordsmiths.

I’ve got nothing to say. I don’t even have pictures to post; days are just too dismal.

Now, here’s the mandatory twist: I quit. I’m packing up the blog; stuffing it in a box which I’ll store under the bed, in Dustbunnyland.

I submit to total bloglessness. It is not overcome-able.

This is the end.

I mean it.


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don marquis

Daily Prompt Ghostwriter If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?
via Ghostwriter.

 

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I should be pleased to have Don Marquis write my biography and I should like it to be illustrated and laced with lines like these:

“If you make people think they’re thinking, they’ll love you; But if you really make them think, they’ll hate you.”
― Don Marquis

“The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race. ”
― Don Marquis

furthermore, it would please me ever so much if he would write ala archy, the typewriting cockroach.

archy, having no fingers, wasn’t able to jump on two keys at the same time, so he couldn’t capitalize letters. i don’t think he used punctuation either, but i will insist on punctuation that doesn’t require use of the shift key.  of course, that eliminates exclamation and question marks and my story has a lot of those. still,  i like the idea of not capitalizing;  it’s so naughty.

i think archy and don marquis would tell my life story in an entertaining and philosophical way. i hope they can work in the cat, mehitable too.

“From ‘the lesson of the moth':

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself”

― Don Marquis, Archy and Mehitabel

 

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/218858.The_Lives_and_Times_of_Archy_and_Mehitabel


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Snap Decisions

Daily Prompt Write about exploring different choices and finally arriving at “just right.”
via Hello, Goldilocks!.

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At ten years old I got to make my first life changing decision. Dad let me decide whether to live with him or leave with Mom. Faster than you can snap your fingers, I chose Dad. There was no thinking about it. I liked Dad best. Tammy was such a crybaby momma’s girl, she had to be with Mom. It was perfect.

On my first visit to Mom’s new place, I tried to understand her decision. She’d left our brand new, split-level, white house with turquoise shutters; her dream house in the suburbs, to live with her unemployed alcoholic boyfriend in a stinky, run down rental at the end of a rocky, mud-puddled, dead-end road.

I asked mom, on that first visit to her pitiful new life, “Would you come back, if Dad asked you to?”

“Oh, yes!,” she said without hesitation.

When Dad picked me up I told him right away, “Mom said she’d come back, if you asked her to.”

“Oh, she did, did she‽”

I could tell by his snort, he wasn’t going to ask.


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Musca Domestica

Daily Prompt If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?
via Fly on the Wall.

 

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What good would it be to be a wee fly with a wee fly brain and no opposing thumb? Your words would be gibberish to my fly ears. My compound eyes would only see your shape and whether or not you’re coming after me.    All I’d care about is food and reproduction.

With only a few weeks to live, I’d be thinking about mating within 36 hours of leaving my pupa. I’d only have to do it once; I can save some sperm for later. Then I’d have eggs to lay.

When not procreating I’d be busy sniffing out food with my super olfactory antennae, tasting with my taste bud feet; walking on stuff to check for flavor. I’d only consume liquids, tiny bits of pollen or micro-organisms that I can suck up with my toothless vacuum mouth. When food is solid but too yummy to pass up, I’d render it suckable by barfing out enzyme juice to liquefy it.

These things are mandatory for flies and flies are short on time. Musca domestica gives not a flying fig about witnessing human conundrums and accomplishments. They’re too busy minding their own beeswax.


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This Place

Daily Prompt What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?
via We Built This City.

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Lake McDonald

What I like best about living in the north Rockies is the scenery and wild life.   This time of year it’s the birds, returning from their winter travels.   Bluebirds and robins are back,   Canada geese lounge in fields and frozen waterways, ducks clutter the skies and tundra swans wing by in undulating lines. Soon we’ll have the yellow-headed blackbirds again and swallows and, if we’re lucky, we’ll see a few Sandhill cranes.

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Tundra swans

 

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A March of geese.

 

A cloud of duck.

A cloud of duck.

I recently got the best look I’ve ever had at a pileated woodpecker. He even let me take his picture, which I thought was right cordial of him.

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Pileated Peckerwood

There’s a herd of elk hanging out, down the road, in a place I can’t get very close to.

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Whitetail deer are everywhere.  Pheasant cocks are fun to say.

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Other Pluses
Besides the scenery and wildlife, I like the climate. There’s lots of horses. I can see more stars at night. Property taxes are lower. Our water costs a flat $400 a year. Instead of paying a disposal company to remove our trash, we take our garbage and recycling to a transfer station, at no cost.   We have an interesting group of secular humanists here and membership is increasing.

Bummers
Radio reception is poor here, except for the most obnoxious stations. Our Town’s main street is dreary and many of the storefronts are empty.   The water is hard. Too many crosses and Ten Commandments. There’s not much diversity here; most everybody’s white.

If I were mayor, I’d work to beautify main street. I’d campaign against those shameful litterbugs that toss their beer cans and plastic bottles any-old-where and ask for volunteers to pick up after them. I’d encourage folks to separate their recyclables and dispose of them properly, a tough sell here. Folks don’t want Obama telling them where to put their garbage.

That’s All It Is

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Daily Prompt via I Want to Know What Love Is.

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Love is a biological function that acts as a bonding agent. That floaty feeling is a chemical reaction in which the brain’s decider, the frontal cortex, stalls temporarily and the brain’s pleasure center, which is also responsible for addictions and obsessive-compulsive disorders, lights up.

Love is a concoction of testosterone, estrogen, dopamine, oxytocin, adrenaline, norepinephrine, vasopressin and decreased serotonin levels.

Love is a means to an end; a way to keep pairs and families bonded and ensure survival of the species.

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If not for love, we’d all go our separate ways.

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