Every day with a “Why?” in it! (Freewriting)


Sunday afternoon -The dark tea time of the soul (h/t Douglas Adams) Let the random ruminations begin!

Hugo stared at the wall daring it to be anything but what it was. Unyielding, unchanging, uninteresting. It did not alter or shift. Neither did the Djinn rune written in an ink no pure human could read.

Library.

There was no option but to do this the Djinn way. He felt his body undulate and lose weight. It felt like falling asleep but not nearly as comforting.  Anyone lucky or unlucky enough to have been watching him at that moment would have seen him appear to fade into near nothingness, a ghost image. That ghost then appeared to walk through the wall. 

The manner of why this can be is quite tedious to explain.

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#OnRepeat: On Avoiding children


So I was at Comic-Con day today.

Just a few hours, half day from work. But it was so much better than last year.

Last year I went on a Saturday. I queued for two hours to get into the Excel centre stuck behind a home counties Harley Quinn, a male Black widow, a teenage Gandalf and an impossibly sexy cat suited anime character who’s pants were so tight you could count the change in her back pocket.
£2.47. Sorry (Not Sorry)

This year I arrived at 2.30 on a Friday and walked in without waiting. Whats the point of going on a weekend when the queues for every coffee, sandwich, autograph and game demo are so long you need a weekend pass and come twice to see everything?

And the stalls have always run out of anything worth buying by Saturday lunchtime. Which should be noon-ish but ends being 3 after you’ve queued to eat your double priced authentic sushi which will send you running to join another hour long queue for a toilet cubicle.

But above and beyond my dislike for the great English pastime of huffy, bored annoyed queuing is the same reason why I like going to 18 movies over 15 movies. My desire to avoid children.

Now allow me to explain before you all clutch your pearls to your buxoms and gasp. I have nothing against children. (There’s a joke in there but I’m above that)

I dislike the effect that the children of today have on the parents of today.

Watching children torture their parents is like watching Katie Hopkins clubbing baby seals. It feels wrong to watch but you can’t help yourself and it makes you feel sad.

I’m single, spawnless, sexy and starved of sex! o sole mio.

I get it that the fruit of your loins has a barb in you like a deep sea creature and I won’t deny that you appear to be in some beautiful symbiotic relationship but as practiced observer of humanity I don’t see love in your eyes so it must be locked in your heart. All I see in your eyes is the empty horror of the thousand sleepover stare.

Watching children drag their parents around is like watching a cartoon where road runner gets lasoo-ed and then drags the poor coyote around.

I hate to show my age but I’m old enough to have grown up in the age when children were seen and not heard and when they were seen they were seen to be slapped on the arse by a frustrated mum.

The first generation without discipline had grown up, popped sprogs and after starting to bring up their children the way they wanted to be brought up are now rethinking their options and wishing it was still OK to slap the snot out of their seed.

Your child can walk. Why are you pushing a seven year old around in a stroller or towing a nine year old around on their scooter as if you were some sort of pack animal. Your child literally can’t stand on their own two feet. Literally.

I learnt patience and perseverance from walking till my feet hurt and then being glared into silence when I whined.

I feel a mix of schadenfreude and pity watching children suck the air out of their parents lungs one privileged, selfish demand at a time.

Oh yeah while I’m ranting off my rag how about children in movies. What adult thinks its Ok to bring a 10 year old to a movie that only made a 15 certificate after they reduced the number of expletives. What’s up with that?

Every Saturday multi-coloured, plastic dante-esque hellholes called playgroups and funhouses open up and swallow the hopes and dreams of once free spirits.

There. My two cents worth. Which you probably need after your progeny have rifled through your pockets to get their video game monkey off their back.
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And yes I was a child once too. Look I have proof
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Sorry (Not, sorry)
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23 Of The Most Beautiful Terry Pratchett Quotes To Remember Him By


Rest in Peace Sir Terry. You are, were and will continue to be an inspiration.

23 Of The Most Beautiful Terry Pratchett Quotes To Remember Him By.

 

 

Try not to think about Sci-Fi as a genre…


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This Love. Take It!


Thank you Heid and Juliet, for nominating me for the challenge of sharing “Love” with an axiom of ten lines. The rules are to:

  • only use four words in each sentence
  • each sentence to include the word “love”
  • to give my favourite quote on love
  • and to nominate other bloggers to share the love

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Writing 201: Future – What Took You So Long?


“Could it be our last prompt word of Writing 201: Poetry? Already?! Let’s keep our spirits up by focusing on whatever it is that’s coming next. Whether it’s about tomorrow, next October, or the year 2345, let today’s poem be inspired by your vision of the future. (Fears, hopes, and plans are equally acceptable, of course. So are robots and hoverboards.)

You didn’t think we’d end a poetry course without a single word on (arguably) the most iconic form of them all — the sonnet? From Petrarch to Shakespeare to Lorca to Heaney, it’s a form that’s has endured dozens of vogues, backlashes, and comebacks — it will bury us all. It will outlive the cockroaches.

In some ways, the sonnet is easy: you get 14 lines of verse, usually grouped into four stanzas of 4-4-3-3 lines each (alternatively: two groupings of eight and six lines, respectively). Sonnets used to be written in metered verse (like alexandrines in French and iambic pentameter in English, for example), but many modern poets forego the meter altogether, or at least don’t use it consistently. Sonnets also tended to be written using any number of established rhyming schemes (for example, Shakespeare’s abab cdcd efef gg), but that, too, is no longer a formal requirement. (If you’re a sonnet purist, or the ghost of Shakespeare, please forgive me!)

The last device we’ll explore together in this course is one of my favorites — the chiasmus (key-AHS-mus). At its simplest, a chiasmus is essentially a reversal, an inverted crossing (it got its name from the greek letter chi – X). How can we use it? Let Snoop Dogg show us the way: Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind”  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-201-future/ ”

What Took You So Long?

I wish I was there to kiss and love you, my lover not yet kissed
and tell you you’re the coolness of my crying eyes
We could drive all night joy in our car, pretend we’re teenagers joyriding
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Writing 201: Acrostic – Hugo Reyes / Bellerophon


Today’s word is trust: write a poem in which you address, reflect on, or tell a story about the feeling of trusting or being trusted by another (person, animal, object, potted plant…). Or about distrusting them (or not being trusted yourself).

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