Prompt #1

CJ and I started a new project exercising our writer's muscles. Every day we will do a prompt. There are 1001 prompts to go through. Depending on how much i like what i've written, I may or may not put it up. THis is our first prompt. The first sentence was the prompt.

"Well if you could accuse anybody of being downright evil, it would be him." Her friend laughed and commented, “I think anyone who has ever had a boss has said that about them at one time or another.” Anna shook her head, “No, seriously, the man is like an evil genius or something, but without the genius. I swear that he just sits in that office and thinks up new ways to torture us. Have you heard of his latest idea?”
Melanie rolled her eyes, every week it was like this. Anna’s boss would come up with a new “brilliant” idea, that would usually flop, but before flopping would make all of his employees miserable. “All right, let’s hear it, what’s his plan this week?” Anna leaned across the table and lowered her voice. “He wants to try to sell real-estate on the moon.” Melanie raised her eyebrows. “Hasn’t that been tried? Last I checked the moon was not claimed by any country, never mind any one person. How on earth does he manage to stay in business when all he’s doing is coming up with these ridiculous ideas? I ask you again, why are you not looking for another job? You are always complaining about this one, you could surely find something better!”
Anna twirled her blonde hair pensively. Pursing her lips, she seemed to be thinking about what her friend said very seriously. “You know, I might just do that. I wasn’t going to say anything, but lately he has been coming on a bit strong, and I’m getting a bit uncomfortable.” “Anna! Why didn’t you say something! Isn’t there a restraining order on him?” Melanie’s usually cheerful eyes widened with shock and horror.

A Real Newspaper Ad

Newspaper Ad

The following is an ad from a real-life newspaper which appeared four days in a row - the last three hopelessly trying to correct the first day's mistake.

MONDAY: For sale: R.D. Jones has one sewing machine for sale. Phone 948-0707 after 7 PM and ask for Mrs. Kelly who lives with him cheap.

TUESDAY Notice: We regret having erred In R.D. Jones' ad yesterday. It should have read "One sewing machine for sale cheap. Phone 948-0707and ask for Mrs. Kelly, who lives with him after 7 PM."

WEDNESDAY Notice: R.D. Jones has informed us that he has received several annoying telephone calls because of the error we made in the classified ad yesterday. The ad stands correct as follows: "For sale-- R.D. Jones has one sewing machine for sale. Cheap. Phone 948-0707after 7 PM and ask for Mrs. Kelly who loves with him."

THURSDAY Notice: I, R.D. Jones, have no sewing machine for sale. I smashed it. Don't call 948-0707 as I have had the phone disconnected. I have not been carrying on with Mrs. Kelly. Until yesterday she was my housekeeper but she quit!

Edit: I actually posted this almost a year ago, but since I was coming up blank, and I figure some of readers don't actually go through the archives, maybe I can get away with it, hmmm?

Obsessions

Pirates, spies, vampires, unicorns, phoenixes, dragons, knights...these are a few of the things I've gotten obsessed with over the years. When I say obsessed, I mean I found out everything about them that I could. Which also means that now, I have very random knowledge about the habits of vampires, how pirates went to the bathroom and bathed, that spying is not quite as dram tic as it seems in the movies, and other sorts of random stuff. I know all about different kind of cats (large and small) for example, the cheetah is the only cat that does not have retractable claws. And whenever I discover something new to obsess over, I go to the library and check-out almost every book they have on the subject.
So what kind of things do you think are interesting and worth finding out everything you can about them?

Missing the Obvious

People are funny, sometimes it takes them a while to realize something that was obvious and in front of their nose all along. Take me for example, I'm pretty tall, 5'10" which is somewhat tall for a woman, and yet for a lot of people I'll have known them for a while an all of sudden I'll hear, "You're really tall, y'know that?" Yes, I do, but I don't "act" tall, I am very good at not acting tall, so good at it, that at times I can make myself practically invisible. But, back to the topic, it's amazing how often they don't see what would be obvious to one person, is compltely hidden to another. Partly it depends on what they consider to be "important." Whether it is or not, is up for debate. Whether it's seeing the big picture, or all the minute details, it's unbelievable how often the "obvious" remains unseen.

Cat in Heat? No More!

So I had Mittens spayed, she stayed over-night at the vet and I brought her home today. However, since whem I had brought her over she peed in her carrier and got it all over herself, I figured that on the way back, she coud wander around the car and hopefully she wouldn't be so miserable. I did that, though it didn't work quite as I hoped. First of all, she seemed to have a need to stay right near me, so she was either under my seat or by my feet (and the gas and brake pedal) and a couple of times she climbed up my skirt and onto my lap, so I had her claws digging into me as I was driving. So...yeah, that made for a very interesting drive, but I managed to get home with no mishaps and everything was good.

A Happy Camper

That would be me, right now. I'm going to a friend's wedding in Brooklyn in three weeks, and I'll be staying by a friend in Baltimore. For a week. YAY! I really wanted an excuse to go to Baltimore to see my friends and now I have one! I feel like dancing! Though at last night's wedding I didn't feel like doing so, I felt sick and nauseous, and I think I spent about half the time outside away from all the noise. Despite my not feeling well however, it was a very nice wedding and I'm glad I was able to go.

The 'Why' of Religion

Why do people need religion? Why do people feel the need to have a Higher Being to turn to? Sure, there are those who don't, atheists, but generally when push comes to shove, "there is no athiest in a fox-hole," and a person is staring down the barrel of a gun, one feels the need to say, "Help! I need Someone or Something to intervene, because there is no way I can get out of this myself." Since the beginning, there has been some form of religion, whether it be worship of the sun, the moon and the stars, or of idols, or of a g-d that cannot be seen, there has always been belief that there is something, or things, that are "out there" that are greater than us, that move forces beyond our comprehension, that effects our lives, and our history. Pick out a culture, any culture on the planet, and you will find some sort of belief system. In almost every culture, there is a concept of a heaven and hell, punishment and reward, whether it be in this life, or the next. So what is it about human beings that gives us the drive and desire to believe that there are greater forces at work?
This a huge topic, covering a lot more than I can in a single, or even multiple posts. There are tons of books on the subject, and yet I feel that it's something that each person needs to think of for themselves first. So, what do you think?

Wedding Tonight

A classmate, or rather former classmate of mine is getting married tonight, and I'm going to the wedding. To be honest, I'm quite happy because I like going to weddings and the last one I went to was in March. So I feel like it's a bit overdue for me to go to another wedding. Perhaps tomorrow I'll post about it.

The Meaning of Colors

We've all seen it, right? See certain colors, come to certain conclusions.

Red = Anger or agressiveness. Example: His faced turned red. Someone driving a red car (especially a sports car, is more likely to drive agressively.)
Blue/Green = calm. While I have no real examples of this, what I've heard is that people in a blue or green room are less likely to get agressive than in red room.
Yellow = happy, bright, sunny. Looking at yellow generally puts people in better mood, while blue is nice if you want to calm someone, if you want to cheer them up, yellow is better.
Black = despair, or sadness. Often times in literature, when someone is depressed, the narrative mentions them sinking into blackness, or darkness.
White = Neutral or blank....self explanatory, I think.

Well, those are the basic colors, if anyone can think of particular feelings associated with any of the other colors, it would be much appreciated.

Pool(s) or Swimming

We have a pool. In case I haven't mentioned it yet, a very BIG pool. It's dimensions are 20x40. Meaning it's big enough to hold about 20 people comfortably, possibly more. Why do we have such ridiculously large pool? Most pools in the area are about half that size, except for the public pool, which is quite a bit larger. Apparently the architect who designed most of the houses in this area made this his own home, so of course, he gave himself a huge pool. Which is nice, because now we get to use it. Oh, and did I mention it's 12 ft. deep at the deepest point? You could even use a diving board in this pool. Actually, there used to be a thing for exactly that purpose. Our pool also used to be screened in. That is, until Hurricane Wilma blew the screening, metal frame an all, into the pool. Bye bye, screening. So, like I said, the perfect pool for pool parties, though we almost never have any...but our most recent one was today, and the boys seemed to have a blast. Oh, and miracle of miracles, they all cleaned up after themselves! I didn't have to do anything! Yay!

Full of Interesting

Currently, our house is filled with teenage boys. They are seriously soaking the living-room floor and are making lots of noise and mess. That's boys, right? My brother invited about 15 boys to go swimming and have a barbecue, and one of his rebbeim is here as well, with his two young kids. All in all, it seems to be going pretty good, though my brother also seems to be a little stressed. I, on the other hand, am hanging out in my room, trying to pretend I'm not here so I won't get drafted for clean-up duty. Actually, I think I may just leave the house, just to make sure of that. I may post later, after all the boys leave.

What' Up?

My dreams are being invaded by cuteness! For the last three nights running, my dreams have been filled with cute puppies and kittens. What is up with that? I wish I knew. Another thing lately is that my dreams seem to be turning into action movies...with a bad guy, lots of running, fighting and that sort of thing. Two nights ago I was being held hostage in an underground bunker. I escaped from it. Last night, I and my best friend were secret agents....I think my sub-consciou is trying to tell me something.

More Fun With Exercise!

Remember this? Well, just about fifteen minutes ago, my dog ran away. AGAIN. I had opened the front door to investigate a sound when Wish, being rather small, ran through the doorway and out into the night. With a rather lot of cussing on my part, I followed, (after slipping on some shoes) I chased him for about ten minutes, and then some people passing by in a car had pity on me, and helped me round 'im up. Wasn't easy, trying to see a black dog in the dark, running through parts of the neighborhood that were not so safe. And yelling "Wish! Wishbone!" for the entire neighborhood to hear. At least it was only about twenty minutes. When he was younger, they were hour long chases. And now I am hot and exhausted. Bleh.

Aren't kids cute?

I remember when I was 7, we were moving down to florida, and the first time my father told my brother and I. My father said, "We're moving to Miami! Isn't that exciting?" I, thinking my 3-yr. old brother hadn't heard, said to him, "We're moving to Miami!"
"Nuh-Uh!" he said, folding his arms. My father and I were surprised. "What nuh-uh?"
"Not your-ami, daddy's-ami!"
Just got to love little kids. And memories!

I Hate Trucks

Warning: Rant Ahead


As anyone who has been in a car with me knows, I hate, loathe, despise, and can not stand trucks. I don't like driving behind them, they go to slow. I don't like driving beside them, what if they can't see me. I don't like driving in front of them, what the heck is that guy doing right on my tail? I don't like driving between two of them, I feel like I'm about to be squished like a bug. In general, I wish that trucks had a road of thier own.

/End Rant/

Yay for Randomness!

Especially when you can't think of anything to blog about. I have a test coming up on Thursday, but that's not really of interest. So while I was going through some papers, I found the beginning of a story, just one of many on the papers, but thought I might as well post it for your enjoyment.

"If could count the
ways I love you, one
would find they are as
many as the stars."
"Still getting love poems and letters from him?"her friend asked, her eyebrow arched. "Yes," she sighed. "He just doesn't give up! And he apparently does not understand the meaning of the word 'no'." Jane shook her head sadly. George was persistent in his declaration of love, and in his desire to wed her, but it wasn't meant to be. He and she were too dissimiliar, and from very different worlds.

That's all I wrote. I never do romance, but those first lines were just bouncing around my head till I got them down on paper. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed, and I really hope I'll have something else next time.

I LOVE This Song

You Are Loved

Josh Groban

Where do dreams come from?

I've heard several theories, but the one that makes the most sense to me, and explains a great deal of my dreams (though not all of them) is that dreams are your thoughts throughout the day, put into some sort of order. Considering the types of books I read (mainly fantasy and some scifi) that explains a great deal about some dreams. Others...I'm not sure what i was thinking that day. I also have different categories for my dreams, the magic ones (where it either works or doesn't), my "videogame" dreams, in which the entire feel of the dream is like I'm in a video game. In one of those types, president Bush was there. As a mermaid. In a helicopter. That would be one of those "what the...? was I thinking" moments. Historical dreams...I try to collect a bounty on Stalin...that kind of thing. I rarely have nice quiet, there's nothing happening dreams. Mine are usually action packed. No wonder I'm so tired when I wake up. There are a few others, though I can't think of them at the moment. Ah well.
Hopefully I'll think of something else to post later. In the meantime, Mike, does that answer your question?

My Favorite Dreams

I've posted my father's favorite dream, so I might as well post my own favorites. Actually there are two of them, and they both involve beating up, or annoying the heck out of, the bad guys. In both dreams I have magic, and it actually WORKS! Which is very nice, but also somewhat unusual since a lot of times it will work at first and then stop working, and leaving me feeling like a complete idiot. I recall that one time I was reduced to saying to the people I was trying to do it for, "Just pretend that happened, k?" Felt like a total moron. I think I was trying to turn a vulture into a rabbit or something. Anyways, back to my favorite dreams. In dream #1: I'm flying/ swimming through a museum with all these guys in black chasing me. I would go into the exhibits and taunt the guys, saying that they couldn't catch me. That was ALOT of fun. Dream #2: For some reason, the storm troopers from Star Wars were the minion of the evil guy in my dream. There was an evil emperor that I killed with a spell of wind and rain. Not sure how, but that felt pretty satisfying as well. As you've seen, I have some unresolved kick-a$$ issues apparently. Freud would have a field day with me.

A Good Day...and Another Weird Dream

I went to the gun show today with my brother. Those who know me are probably going: "You did WHAT?!"No, I haven't completely lost my marbles (not yet, at any rate) and I actually had a pretty good time. I discovered that I do NOT like the feel of sub-compacts, and there are couple of types that I do like. Can't recall what they were, but I could ask my brother. Afterwards we went for lunch, and came home. This evening I'm going over to CJ's for swimming and movies. So all in all, a good Sunday.
So I had yet another weird dream, however I have no idea where the ideas in it came from. What I recall is that..a terrorist, but not terrorist, because I was a part of it, kind of, or at least I knew of the plot, blew up a building. We (me and someone else, no idea who) were actually right next to the building when the bomb went off. I ran, knowing as I did that there was no way I would be out of range when the building came down. So instead I ran into another building, where there were a bunch of bad guys, and I, along with some other people, kicked their butts, before they tried to kill us. End of dream. Actually, now that I think about it, I have a sneaking suspicion I know where at least part of it came from...