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| As if the neighborhood wasn't scared of me already. I had to do something completely weird. I was trying to remember the genealogist who is the host of "Who Do You Think You Are?" and "Finding Your Roots." I couldn't think of it at first. I was at the front door when I yelled. "Henry Gates Jr.; I remember!" It was so loud it echoed off the walls of nearby houses.  |
I didn't use AI to write this
Despite the note at the end...is a human pretending to be an AI weird? All the people in the story had been eaten. I had to come up with a reason it was being narrated. |
I posted something in
A question that hopefully will spark a few imaginations."Thursday January 23rd"  |
| I had an odd juxtaposition of two authors looking at your GIF: JRR Tolkien and Raymond Feist. In one of Feist’s novels, he has two teams of apprentices playing something resembling European-style football (giving a whole new meaning to the phrase “fantasy football.” Made me wonder if young hobbits play such sports, and if their elders were allowed to smoke their pipes at their matches. Oh, and I’ve answered your QOTD, but I should have added being a train engineer. I’ve always wanted to drive a steam locomotive. |
| That moment when you realize you just put your comment on the wrong post so it's totally an awkward non-sequiter!(lol the red squiggles think I made up a word. Just substitute irrelevant for that last word.) |
S 🤦  - whats even better is my spell check had no idea that I was trying to spell non sequitur. Lol. For the record, it's the second u the whole word that was screwing me up. |
| Looked up the definition of cyborg on Dictionary.com. "An organism with biological and machine components that regulate its functions." By that definition I already know people who are cyborgs. Pacemaker patients, people with state of the art prosthetic limbs and various other medical devices all fit that description. Soo...how can we say cyborgs don't exist? They walk among us! Also we live in a world where people say "I poop everyday." As an endorsement for a product. The future, albeit weird and kind of face palmy, is now! |
| So my front yard is taking an interesting turn. I'm used to seeing evidence of rabbits or skunks waddling about the yard. What I'm not used to is finding random clumps of fur. I mean the size of a freakin' golf bar. I was outside tonight and found a random clump of rabbit fur sans hide and bones. I thought it was fake until I realized I was looking at a hunk of agouti—variegated earth tone hairs— still attached to a bit of white undercoat. That and it was slightly matted. I have 3 hypotheses. 1) the wild rabbits have been fighting in our yard and pulled the looser's fur out. 2) there's a predator either quadrupedal or avian that loves to eat in our yard. 3) either a purposeful or accidental "gift" from the crows that like to dig through our garbage for leftovers.(Yes I know, bad me, but it feels mean to stop them.) Considering the snow's all melted and I couldn't find any tracks or blood, this is mostly a bizarre mystery. It boggles the brain how else the clump of fur might've got there. It's not even windy outside. |
| Scifiwizard Retired - I don't mind the rabbits and skunks so much. We've made our peace. It's the thought of having something unknown that kept me up last night. I was stupid tired when I made it to bed and I convinced myself there were coyote packs or Rocket Terror Birds frequenting the yard. My nephew thinks coyotes would open doors and crash through windows. This thought put my amygdala in overdrive. I ended up having to yell at myself to quit being stupid. Even if there are canids around, they don't do stuff like the Raptors in Jurassic Park. |
Ms. TerrifyingTuber - Coyotes tend to shy away from people unless they are rabid. Yes, they are opportunists but no... they do not crash through windows or open doors. Your nephew has seen too many movies.  You more likely heard two raccoons having a territorial dispute. They can be noisy little critters. |
| Scifiwizard Retired - I thought that was the case but my nephew wouldn't hear word one about that. There was a coyote spotted in his parent's yard. Alex was in his grandpa's car with me and told me matter of factly "I'm not going out there without a weapon." It would've been funny if I hadn't been so tired. The only thing that finally got him out there was me being all action hero and saying "I am a weapon!" Then I explained that I knew self defense so there wasn't a chance of anything bad getting us. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh at my nephew. It's just he's so smart but his fear was so infectious that it even got to me in the late hours of night. |
| I just wrote my first Epic. "Aegis the Wanderer " Then I wrote a review. I wasn't mean on purpose but I feel a little guilty for not praising the person I reviewed more.(but thats a me and that person issue not an anyone or anything else issue just needed to say something so my stomach will quit churning. |
Jeremy  - thank you, I just felt like I was opening a can of worms with my opinion. As an aside I understand the feeling of being at Bible camp. It's kind of uncomfortable. Thats coming from someone who spent a long time in a very conservative part of the South Western US. |
| So, another Thursday, another better late than never question. Whether I'm meant to or not. Pop on over to
Or if you want to see my question directly, "Unofficial January 16th" click that blue text! |
I've just edited an item in my portfolio:
It's finished well for now anyways |
If you want to know who Pink and Blue are, read this.
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Wordsmitty ✍️  - don't worry, two are fluffy all the time and have two thumbs the other one just sucks! By further elimination, only one eats eucalyptus leaves. |
Ms. TerrifyingTuber -  I had to google that and I missed the fact there wasn't a comma in "vampire dropbear". Apologies for the bad vampire joke about sucking... |
| I wish writer's block was like being pee shy. All I have to do to overcome that is sing "Twinkle Twinkle". I've been wanting to work on more stories for Folder 52. But every time I try to write something. I get side tracked and just fizzle out. Haven't tried singing yet but hopefully I'll figure something out. I don't dare to try and cure myself the same way I've conditioned myself to use public toilets; that might be problematic. |
| Try lumosity.com The games require intense concentration, which may clear the log jam in your recent memory. |
| I used to, but no longer think of it as writers block. In a blockage, nothing gets through and that does not fit. I have adopted the term stalled writing simply because it's more accurate; I still have ideas, I have motivation, and I want to write, but interruptions and distractions stall the process. And, we know that when something stalls, it can be restarted. It may not seem like much, but just rephrasing my trouble with writing from blocked to stalled has made an impact in my ability to restart. |
| S 🤦 - I read you entry. I tried distracting myself now I'm gonna just forget my anxiety and forget about making something good and go write. |
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Whether I was supposed to or not, I asked a question for January 9th. |
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I'm pretty sure that people either think we're crazy, practice the Dark Arts or are mad scientists. They're sort of right on two of the three. Lol.
My fiancé had a friend that used to live down the street from him and he had radio antennas on his house and he would cuss on air, plus the neigh hood would pissed off because they couldn't watch TV and my fiancé's dad couldn't listen to the radio without hearing the guy cuss every 5 minutes. I understand what you are saying.