Friday, September 30, 2016

Opposite Ends (Blobophilia 32.9)

On opposite ends 
Apple, not pear 
Sheep, not bull 
Wait their fate. 

 They look 
Exchange words 
Emotion is contagious 
They head toward the door 

Her car, faster 
His gun, bigger
Hot night 
Shearing each other 
They meet.

Ram finding 
Apples taste sweet 
Apple finding 
It’s good to be ewe
In a pasture Of your own making. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Topic- Dave Coon
Pic Guesses-Little Princess, Oasis, Mirage, Repose, Alien, Body Snatcher, Desert Dream, Earrings against skin so brown, Peaceful easy feeling.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Harvest Moon (Blogophilia 31.9)

Up is down
Right is left
In a world apart.

Rules for the flock
Not the Shepherd
Aren’t what Thou art.

I was kicking around various story ideas for this week and nothing really fit the topic, Full Moon Madness. I sketched out a Harry Handy bit. It didn’t quite work right. Then I looked at Devil’s Quill and how L.J. Beezelbub bamboozles with rules that apply to most people, but not the elite. No. That one didn’t work either. I even thought about bringing Jeremy from “The Bomb” back, now a homeless wreck on the street. 
Still didn’t feel right. 
But real life came through in the end. We had fatal encounters where Officer Itchy overrode his discipline with the all too common results. There was the terrorist with only half of Jeremy’s smarts building bombs traceable to his home. The Presidential Election quirks with Mrs. Clinton’s health. Locally, we had a well known writer and TV personality let loose a well deserved, no-holds barred barrage of vitriol against her former long term business partner. The Rise and Fall of Sister Louisa
And the winning Powerball ticket worth $246 Million was sold at my local Publix, making that shopping trip a pleasure. 
Obviously, since I’m posting I wasn’t the winner. It would have been hard to buy ticket coming out of anesthesia, really. While all this was going on, I finally had my appendectomy. It is Wednesday and my back is giving me more problems than the three poke holes used to fish out the offending bit of flesh. Such is the miracle of modern medical technology. Throw me on the lift, use a computer controlled version of an air wrench, and zzzziiippp....all done. I wasn’t even under long enough to dream of a bucolic church with an overgrown cemetery behind it. I promise never to complain about being a piece of medical inventory again.
Now that I am back to (sort of) form, I have to pick up the pace on the craziness. I found a replacement vehicle for the Kia that ate its engine, a 2010 Mazda Tribute that came in just a bit over budget. I’m happy about that. Had another recruiter call about a contract (way too early to tell where that will go). Figured out the Indianapolis job went elsewhere (Which is fine by me. I wasn’t interested in moving). 
So while the kaleidoscope world spins a bit faster, I’ll keep on this path. You want to live? You take chances. 
Topic-Dave Coon
Pic guesses: Church (in blog), overgrown cemetery (in blog), rest, final exit, eternal garden, reach for the stars, shining down,

Thursday, September 15, 2016




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Pamela Anderson Naked with Colin Firth

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Traffic Report (Blogophilia 30.9)

Riding down the highway in the dark of night, the traffic report comes on the radio.
We have a red alert situation, a three car rollover on 400 southbound north of the river. Traffic is backed up to the mall...
You smile because you are safely in your car in another part of town, happy that you aren’t stuck in that mess. Then...
A large plume of smoke comes from the hood of your Large Automobile. Puck has decided your smug nose needed to be tweaked. Not really a problem. You call your beautiful wife at your beautiful house to see if she had done something to the car earlier. There is no answer. She is in another part of the world, on business. 
The next report comes on.
Now we have a stalled car on Clairmont at the end of the I-85 exit ramp. Traffic is backing up to North Druid Hills...
Same as it ever was....Same as it ever was....Only you are now the traffic report.
Road Side Assistance tells you it will be about 45 minutes before they can get there. Surly drivers suggest you shoot the old horse, or worse, as the lanterns stack up the hill toward the bridge. Traffic breaks long enough to push the metal hulk onto a raised curb.The lights change from yellow to red as the passing drivers all give you the finger. Safely back in the car, you aren’t sure where to go.
There is a tap at the window and a older pot smelling lady in a flowered VW bus asks if you need a ride. Roadside magic and you gladly hop in, leaving a note for the tow truck whenever it finally gets there. 
What you don’t realize is the woman is Kari Summers...Death Angel.

Topic (Dark of the Night)-Dahlia Ramone
Pic Guesses- Lantern (in blog), Death Angel (in blog) Magic (in blog) Black satin, Lighting the way, in the grove, Night love.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Harry's Talented Tongue (Blogophilia 28.9)

Hey, Heidy and Howdy. I'm back for another round of randy dandy DJ's silliness here on WOFT, Old Fart's Radio. My name is Harry Handy (as if you didn't know that), twisting tongues and pleasing least until my ex-wife found out. This is sort of how I became a rambling man.

Yes, ladies and gents, I was that guy Harry Chapin talked about in his song, trolling the clubs after hours, trying to play kickball with the girls. (And there are no ugly girls)

I'd wouldn't let them kick my balls, though. Well, the ex found out and kicked them anyway.

During all this, I found out I was quite illiterate. But I read a lot of legal mumbo jumbo. Things about child support and cost of the court. Oh, I'll admit Ol' Harry deserved his spanking, but he wished it was in any room but a courtroom. I would have been such a good boy....(A walk!. I wanna go for a walk!)

When it was all over, I needed extra bread to cover her place AND mine. A friend of mine over at Channel 69 said I needed to go to a new direction. He said I should put my talented tongue voicing over their late night movie offerings.

I didn't last too long there,something about recreating a scene on the producer's desk with a receptionist. Scratched her off the list. But karma went the other way, this time. The station got bought out by some church and now only plays Osteen and Myers tapes.I still get a chuckle over that.

Another buddy hooked me up to the next gig out in the boonies. Top 40 with the playlists already set. The "music" sucked, but I didn't care. All I had to do was punch buttons, drink coffee and ad-lib now and then. And it was afternoon drive time to boot. Asleep, didn't matter, I could do that show dead.

One day, a process server came in with another update to the Ex's "agreement". It sounded like:

The Program Director caught wind of the summons and killed the contract. Something about a morals clause, not that that has ever stopped me.By that time, a wonderful thing called Clear Channel had come about and they black balled me.

So, now here I am, a fat, balding old fart, floating disembodied here on the internet using a set of fake call letters for an audience mainstream radio left behind. Keep drinking that Geritol, ladies. I'm available for Bar Mitzvah's and Divorce parties.


Topic-Jay Sole

Pic-Dahlia Ramone

Pic guesses: Off the list (in blog), another one bites the dust, Get in line, bad decisions, Another notch, rambling man (in blog), bad, ex (in blog),