Scribble – June 26, 2019
There is only so much time in the evening and that is taken up by Lucifer (the show on Netflix).
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Scribble, June 21, 2019
Are you dead? It seems so because I have written nothing random in a few months. It feels longer. Anyway, someone on Medium suggested I should turn back and post a few random thoughts on my blog.
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Scribble, Feb. 20, 2019
It’s not the Snowmageddon the Eastern Sierra has seen in Feb. – some 500 inches of snow – it is a sizable amount of snow days for Sin City.
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Scribble, Feb. 19, 2019
Trying a standing desk. The verdict is still out. I am too used to laying back in the chair to think. Now, I must rock from side-to-side and shift my weight. I think I enjoy sitting.
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Four or Five Moments
Working with a live wire is similar to being a superhero. As Colossus tells Deadpool, “Four or five moments—that’s all it takes to be a hero,” or becoming a tinder-ash figure standing with a wire in your hand. Electricity flows around and through us ever charging our psyches and firing our synapses. However, a 120-volt jolt of sudden electricity will toss you across the room. In the corner, you whimper and think about your near…
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Scribbles, March 14, 2018
I forgot it was pie day. When I was 8, we visited my grandmother’s ranch for a big reunion. All of the cousins were there. In the middle of a table a huge strawberry pie took center stage surrounded by apple, cherry, and pumpkin pies. The strawberry one made my mouth water. My cousin wanted me to eat the pumpkin and suggested a pact. We could eat the pumpkin first, then the strawberry. I relented…
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A Day of Rest
Day 131: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday – Prompt: solitude Prompt by @mariannewest. Words by @wordymouth. She walked passing only a few other couples on their way down. She smiled, waved, and appropriately nodded. Not too bad for a Tuesday. There could be more people on the trail. In the canopy, the limbs bustled together in a shallow breeze. At her level, the ground, rocks, and ferns stayed perfectly still. Everything was so green. She listened for…
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I Wonder
At the moment, only my light switch in the bathroom comes to mind. Did I turn it off? Which leads me to think about Switch, a super secret data farm in the desert hosting all the knowledge saved by some of the biggest data companies in the world. So big, Switch needs its own power grid. Which leads my back to the light switch. Boy, I hope I turned that off. However, it powers LED lights so the…
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The Tree – Twitter Story
The gnarled tree and twisted limbs blocked his way. He hesitated. Too late. The shadow enveloped his soul and sucked away his breath. He withered becoming gnarled too. Other Writings You May Like Pantser Plotter Save a Tree, You Know Write Fiction with a Story Prompt A Ghost Story – Ghosts Wished People Believed
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Iron Skillet Chicken
We traveled to Lakeview, Oregon to look at a car auction when I was nine-years-old. I remember being told not to raise my hand during the action because my dad didn’t really want to buy an antique car. And of course, I raised my hand causing all sorts of commotion. I was outbid and everything went back to normal. I still see my mom’s surprised face and feeling sheepish. After the auction, we went by…