Scrooge McDuck

Dream Job

The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)

Scoring the dream job

Everything turning green

Buried under a gold wave

Daily Prompt 10/21/14

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Through the Ages

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

Let me take you on a journey that started as a seed

That grew from being fed and watered and became the life of me

At age zero, I was barely existent, my eyes still small and feeble

At age one, my ears started listening, and crawling led to people

At age two, I began to walk and not long after I could also…

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Poetry through Pictures: Waning October



My fair October has been quite sober

The Blood Moon has passed

And the ghosts are getting colder

Still haven’t gotten around to scavenging the perfect pumpkin

And Hallow’s Eve is rushing forward

And I’m still a normal something

The leaves slowing dying on the windswept oaks

This chapter in time is nearly over

With a final “That’s all folks!”

My mind and body a year older

Poetry through Pictures…

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1.21 Gigawatts!

1.21 Gigawatts

You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.

Time to hit 88 miles per hour and break down the fourth wall of one of my all time favorites! The title’s a dead giveaway. I would definitely like to live in the eccentric Doc Brown’s and Marty “Nobody calls me chicken” McFly’s universe. The second movie is where I would…

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You wouldn’t believe how much trouble went into getting this week’s shot set up. It all started without the mirror and then, after a quick Google search of refractive photography, I found out that having a reflective surface would look much better. I took a drinking glass, wine glass, and measuring cup and set them on top of the mirror against the backside of a large picture frame. Then a trial…

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Dumb Advice for the Alternate

Circuitous Paths

A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.

Type, type, type…

Ironing out the latest WordPress task…

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Drinking down the last of the milk in my cereal bowl…

Knock, knock, knock…

Someone’s at the…

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There is a good friend named Blinky
Who makes me happy when he’s alive
When he flashes, my life lights up
Blinky is my key to drive

But when he’s dead, I’m sad
And I begin to worry some
Calling out to Blinky to come back
And I don’t get much done

When Blinky and I first met, we didn’t talk much
For there were still some knots to unwind
But now he and I are on equal ground
And the need to converse never…

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#20 - Tarzan


Hooray, my twentieth dream entry has been reached…and it is a quick spill…. 

My nightly escapades continue with me participating in a hero act.

I “save” a girl named Robin from an unknown villain. Save is in quotations because I never actually see myself grabbing her from the source of evil.

Like Tarzan, I see myself swinging on ropes, tossing the bad guy around, with the crowd going wild below…

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Improvising from Mom’s Perspective

What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.

Obviously, the vague memory of my mother and the time she picked me up off the floor to go to the hospital is the first thing that comes to mind. That was the first time I can remember seeing her. I was a little older than one. According to mom’s frantic pants and hints about “It’s…

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#19 - Light and Dark


This next set of dreams featured both happy and gloomy memories from my past – and also one of my first instances of lucid dreaming…
A more darker moment sees myself sitting in a car on the Baker Street driveway late at night in Spring Arbor. It is an old Buick that my mom briefly had from John, a person whom she was seeing for a while but is now more of a friend (he’s married to someone now). It…

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