Sharing My World 08-07-2019
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.
Are you a Summer person? A Winter person? Or one of the other seasons suits you best?
Both seasons are nice. Cosy evenings in with the fire on in the winter, long days and open windows in the summer. The threat of snow and ice leads me to summer, though.
What is your favourite summer time clothing?
Nothing.
No, wait. I mean “nothing in particular”. Not “nothing at all”. Jeans, t-shirt and trainers at home and work. Plus some form of fleece at work for when they switch on the AC and I get chilly.
Do you find yourself eating out more during the summer? Or making ‘cold food’ like salads and stuff you can heat in the microwave?
I generally eat less in the summer, but usually the same sort of stuff.
Do you like watermelon? What’s your favourite summertime treat?
Yes, I like watermelon. I also like ice cream, and treated myself to one before my work summer party started a couple of weeks ago. Here it is! It’s Cornish clotted cream and strawberry, double scoop.
FF – Where are they Now Part 1 – Jack
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
Well, I only remembered about this a little wee while ago as I was very busy at work. Now I’m out babysitting!
To read the other stories and add your own, click the froggy.
Copyright Dale Rogerson
Jack, of beanstalk fame, was living the high life. A giant here, an ogre there. Easy. It went to his head. It made him careless.
“Wow! Look at that great artwork!”
He admired the sculpture. He took pictures. He didn’t pay attention.
Fee fi fo fum, I smell a charging point, here I come! Fo fum fi fee, a quick bit of charge and then I’m free!
The giant’s giant electric car, silent in its approach, squished Jack into the pavement. The giant plugged in, absent-mindedly wiping some of Jack off his shoe.
From mighty giant killer to pavement art. Poor Jack 😦
Sharing My World 01-07-2019
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.
Would (or do) you stop to help (presumably) stranded folks by the side of the road?
I’d slow down, have good laugh, say something rude then roar off heh heh 🙂
No, I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t even slow down. In every film I’ve ever seen the “broken down car” is an ambush.
Do you think the world is less mannerly today than in past times OR are we just more touchy and manners are as they’ve always been?
See previous answer!
What happens if you’re scared half to death, TWICE?
As mathematical genius Mr Squirrel has pointed out, If you keep halving something you never actually reach zero, so I’d be just fine!
If ALL the world’s a stage, where does the audience sit?
The audience is in your head and it never lets up jeering. Never, dammit!
Gratitude-y type question here
I just finished my two week annual leave and I got loads done! Two new tyres for the car (£310, dammit), new washer dryer (£400, dammit), mended the back fence, painted the front garden wall…
… baked a cake…
… made a stir fry…
… had a BBQ with home made burgers with my parents…
… and much much more 🙂
FF – Eggs to Die For
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.
Oh boy, I had trouble with this one. I’m very literal and all I could see was that huge American flag. I finally, after several attempts, managed a sort of a story which had no politics in!
Click the frog for this week’s other stories.
Copyright J. Hardy Carroll
Marco walked towards the counter, slipping slightly on the slick floor, almost tripping over the body of the waitress. He threw three dollars onto the counter. One fell off, landing in the bloody remains of the cook.
“Keep the change.”
It was a shame. If his eggs and bacon had been even remotely edible, no-one would have had to have died. This would cause an uproar. He’d have to reset. Damn 21st century humans.
He put the gun in his mouth, pulled the trigger, felt the psychic transfer and woke up 300 miles away in another diner, another body.
“Waitress, eggs and bacon.”
Sharing My World 24-06-2019
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World. Time to choose a logo!
Are you more a thinker or a doer?
Definitely a thinker. I do a lot of thinking about all the chores I need to do, but there’s not been so much actual doing going on.
I did get a new storage unit for my bathroom though. I assembled it a couple of days ago. Here it is!
Why is beauty associated with mortality?
I don’t know! I don’t understand the question 😦 Unless it’s something about rotting corpses not being beautiful. So instead here’s a picture of some ice cream I made last week with strawberry syrup squirted on top. I used the no-churn no-heating method so it was very quick and easy.
Drali Ice
If everyone spoke their mind (told the literal truth), would this world be a better place?
Nope. Imagine if everyone came up to you and told you what they actually thought of you? I don’t wanna know…
Can religious beliefs affect scientific thinking?
I’m sure they do for some. They shouldn’t though. Science is all about formulating a theory and then devising a way to prove it. “Belief”, religious or otherwise, doesn’t really come into it.
FF – We’d Like to See a Show!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Click on the froggy to read all the stories and add your own.
Copyright Ted Strutz
“Next!”
“Good morning! We’d like to see a show.”
“Huh?”
“Cats?”
“Whaa?”
“Starlight Express?”
“?”
“Evita, perhaps?”
“?”
“Oliver? West Side Story? Beauty and the Beast?”
“Ain’t got none a’ those.”
“Okay, so what do you have?”
“Big boxes. Medium boxes. Small boxes.”
“Boxes.”
“It’s right there, above the door. Box. Office. An office. For boxes.”
“But, um, that’s not what… are you taking the piss?”
“Do you want a box or not?”
“Hell. Give me a medium.”
“Do you want it boxed up?”
“Jesus.”
“Next!”
Sharing My World 17-06-2019
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.
If you were suddenly injured or died, are your bedside table drawers ready for someone else to go through them? If you care to share, what’s the most unusual item someone might find, that might be potentially embarrassing?
Injured? Die? This is a bit of a downer. I’m worried now. I think what I’ll do is link a sensor to my heartbeat so if it stops a tiny incendiary device will destroy the contents of my bedside table.
What keeps you going?
Life. Life doesn’t let you stop going.
Share a photo or a sentence about ‘your favourite thing(s)’
At the end of the song “Everybody Hurts” by R.E.M., where did they all go?
I expect they were Raptured. Or kidnapped by space aliens. Or Raptured by space aliens.
FF – There’s Always a Catch
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week she also provided the photo! Click Mr Frog for the linkup.
Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sam smiled. An airport without aircraft! Who would have thought? No-one, certainly, before the arrival of the N’Gak’Na three years ago.
Hailing from a distant galaxy, they had asked for nothing, yet gave so much. Suspicion waned as poverty and starvation were eliminated. In fact, everyone was getting quite plump!
Entering the transfer pod, Sam closed his eyes and waited. The UK to Australia in two seconds! The pod whirred.
Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on a table, surrounded by a N’Gak’Na family holding cutlery, their mandibles watering. A carving knife descended.
He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even scream.
Sharing My World 10-06-2019
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World. Which logo to use this week? Decisions, decisions…
Yes, the one with the UK front and centre, I think!
What do fish do all day? What thoughts do you think they have?
Well, they certainly seem to do a lot of swimming around the place. As for their thoughts, much the same as ours I reckon. What to do today, where to go, which algae bar has free wifi, that sort of thing.
What celebrity would you have as a SPOUSE, if you HAD to choose?
Ooh, so many choices. It seems a bit rough on my chosen celebrity, though. Taylor Momsen is a great singer so she’s on the list. Despite the decades of age difference. Alicia Vikander, though Michael Fassbender might not be too happy. Jenna Fischer, though her husband might want words as well. I think I’m going to get beaten up a lot.
What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever broken?
Hearts. Hearts are priceless. As an international playboy and man of mystery there have been a lot of those. Sometimes I receive instructions from Intelligence Service HQ the import/export company and I just have to move on at short notice.
No, wait, that’s James Bond.
When was the last time you slept more than 9 hours in a stretch? Why?
I don’t know. I was probably ill if I slept that long. Or maybe at the end of a long period of annual leave when my routine has got all messed up.
Here’s a couple of pictures of my new flowers to brighten up this post.
FF – Musings of the Cutlery
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Valerie J. Barrett.
To read all the stories and to add your own, click on the froggy.
Copyright Valerie J. Barrett
Ah, to see the light of day! The old house restored and open to the public!
I pressed the Sunday best, you heated Madam’s beverages.
And I stirred that beverage. Halcyon days!
What’s all that white crap?
That’s a mark of my venerable age. Why are you spraying out your spout?
I’m excited, okay? Big day!
Shh, here come the visitors. Oh, for them to see us in all our beautiful glory, paragons of a bygone age!
“Wow, look at all this useless old shit. Let’s try the next room.”
Well, that took us down a peg or two and no mistake.
Philistines.
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