Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The Choice Should Be Simple - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt



He should have known better. And she should have too. For some time now they've invested time and energy in television shows only to be slapped upside of their heads by their premature cancellation.

They remembered with fondness the post-apocalyptic drama starring Skeet Ulrich - Jericho. Cancelled - twice - after 29 episodes.

He faithfully watched Aaron Sorkin's witty take off of Saturday Night Live, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip starred Matthew Perry and Amanda Peet. Who would have thought it would be cancelled after 22 episodes and they'd be left with Tracy Morgan in 30 Rock.

She liked the quirky drama Pushing Daisies starred Swoozie Kurts and Kristin Chenoweth - two of her favourite actresses. Cancelled after 22 episodes.

They simply loved Life on Mars, a science fiction drama in which a police detective from 2008 finds himself in 1973 after being hit by a car. Canceled after one season. Still craving more they went searching for the original British version on DVD. It was cancelled after 2 seasons.

He recalled dreaming of the cheerleader, a central character of Heroes. It lasted four seasons, but, yes - sadly - it, along with the cheerleader, was eventually cancelled.

And now they sit on the edge of their comfy Lazy Boy recliners awaiting the fate of Under The Dome. After faithfully watching this Stephen King book-based drama for two years the season two finale drew to a close with many questions unanswered. But CBS hasn't decided on whether or not to renew the show for a third season.

Is there no sanity on network TV? Must they watch such drivel as Anger, Management, Two Broke Girls or a host of cooking and home improvement shows for the rest of their TV lives?

Damn, the choice should be simple. No, not for the TV network executives but for our two devoted addicts in search of quality on television.

Watch football!



Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Photo Blogging Challenge - September

This month's challenge from ol' P.J. is black and white. I took him literally and so all my photos this week are black and white. I'm used to colour photographs so this month's collection was a bit of an eye opener for me.

That round thing on the table is a ceramic puffin we picked up at a gift shop in Ogunquit, Maine a few years ago. But what I like about this picture is how the light shines through the metal shade onto the wall behind.


These are flowers on our kitchen table. I was having lunch and doing a crossword when I thought these white flowers might satisfy this week's prompt.


I'd been passing by this place for weeks but could never find a place to stop and park so I could get out and take a few pictures. I was really quite taken by this dilapidated barn. But as I approached it I came across a fence post that I included in my shot.


Here's the barn, which used to be white but it's now pretty aged by the weather. I had to park in the neighbour's driveway, get out of the car and walk into the field to get this shot. The neighbour came out and shouted "Hello". I said "I just want to take a picture of this barn. I'll only be sec." He was kind enough to let me park in his driveway. I felt a bit rushed and I didn't quite get as close as I wanted, though.


This last photo was taken at a nearby cemetery. For some reason I had cemetery in my mind all month once I knew the prompt. There's just something "black" about one's final resting place. The neat thing about this picture, I thought, was how the sun dappled across the lawn and tombstones. The place was very peaceful. I was the only one there.


That's my collection of pictures for September. Hit P.J.'s link, above, to see what the rest of the participants came up with this month.

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

I Love To Spoil Them - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt


The big fella with the long white beard offered to take me on a tour. And as he spoke I noticed how his eyes twinkled and that his dimples were merry. How could I refuse. Heck, I'd surely hurt his feelings.

So we jumped into his little red golf cart and as he gave a whistle away we flew through an immensely huge factory. Man, it was bigger than Amazon! There were cobblers cobbling and little elves elving and then what to my wondering eyes should appear but seven dwarfs carrying kegs of beer.

Out of the golf cart I flew in a flash at the big guy's offer of a glass from his secret stash. And it was delicious. I got the feeling tonight was kinda special.

I watched as those little guys worked so hard at their tables assembling tons of toys for millions of girls and boys. What a sight.

The big guy patted me on the back and told me how proud he was of his little workforce - emphasis on little I guessed.

And they whistled while they worked! They were actually happy at their tasks. I thought I heard the strains of "Here Comes Santa Claus". And it was infectious because I found myself humming the song. And the big guy whistled, then shouted, and called me by name and said "So what do you think?"

Well, I was flabbergasted, naturally. "I'm simply amazed" I said. "But how on the world do you do it? How do you get these little guys to work so hard and actually enjoy it to the point they whistle while they work?"

He laid a finger aside of his nose, because it was itchy, and he gave a nod to a set of huge doors behind us.

He winked, twisted his head and opened the doors. I started to stare and then I laughed at what I saw in spite of myself. It was a large red velvety room full of tiny scantily-clad female elves. Many were smoking as they lounged on velour divans and sipped on daiquiris, Tom Collins and other fancy  alcoholic drinks.

I thought my eyes must be deceiving me.

The big guy turned with a jerk and said " I love to spoil them".

"Well, you've convinced me" I exclaimed, 'ere I melted at the sight. "When can I start!"


Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Taught By My Example - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt



"Having grandkids is great" I thought. "You get to teach them stuff and play with them, not to mention spoil them with gifts and candy and such, and when they start to get tired or a little out of control you get to give them back."

So I starting thinking and planning what I'd do with my grandkids the next time they visited. They're my daughter's kids. And I love to spoil them while making things difficult for her and her husband - in a fun way of course. They'd tell their parents "But Grampa said... " I look upon it sort of as karma. My daughter's not so sure.

"Let's see" I said to myself  "we've already loaded them up on chocolate and revved them up on sweets before they had to go home."

"And" I laughed "there was the Christmas I gave my eldest grandson a drum." That didn't last very long for some reason. Somehow playing it in the early hours of the morning didn't go over very well with his parents.

"Let's see, the eldest is seven and the twins are four. I think they're old enough" I said to my wife. "It's time they learned a long-standing family tradition handed down to me from my father and from me to my children." "Are you sure?" queried my wife. "You're daughter will kill you." "Maybe" I said but the kids will love it. And besides the tradition must live on."

And so my daughter her husband and the kids visited. We sat down to dinner. BBQ'd burgers and hot dogs - their favourite. And for desert? JELL-O!

"Hey guys, watch this" I enthused. And as I squished the JELL-O between my teeth turning it to liquid they stared at me wide-eyed with their mouths agape as I gargled my dessert. Oh, there were hoots and hollers over Grampa's antics and soon there was JELL-O everywhere; running down kids faces, dribbling from their mouths and down the front of their shirts. Over the gargling JELL-O and gales of laughter my daughter looked at me with eyes that could kill, knowing full well this was an antic that would now be repeated when she got them home.

"Thanks, Dad, I..." and she broke down and started laughing as she looked at me with JELL-O streaming out of my left nostril.

"Hey" I gargled proudly "I can honestly say they've been taught by my example."

And she replied "Yeah - some example!"


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