Just A Fool

Day after day that man climbs the hill.  He is skinny looking, a bit like Ichabod Crane and he doesn’t appear to have enough sense to come in out of the rain.  Nobody wanted to know him, as they all felt that he’s just a fool with his head up in the clouds.  Sara was a newbie in town and she felt that the people were being cruel to him, so she walked across the grass and up the hill to meet the strange man.  She introduced herself and asked the man how he was doing.  He said, “My name is Boojum Snark and I feel fine.”  Sara told him that she never heard the name Boojum before and then she asked him how he got that unusual name.  Boojum said, “I was born under a boojum tree and boojum is actually a phenomenon in physics associated with superfluid helium.”

Sara said, “I had no idea, but out of all of the laws in physics I find superfluidity to be the best methods for understanding how black holes behave.  I saw a video of helium that was cooled down to the point where it was able to do things that other fluids can’t, this superfluid liquid can flow without friction and climb up and over the sides of a dish, and remain motionless when its container is spun.  Do you mind me asking you why you are always walking back and forth on the top of this hill?”  Boojum said, “I saw a spot of darkness one day, which I think may have been caused by photons falling into a wormhole and leaving a tiny empty space behind, so if there is a wormhole here, I hope that I can find it.  It is not very big, probably only about the size of a pin, but seeing it that one time has kept me fascinated, due to the potential that it could allow faster-than-light travel and maybe even time travel.”

Boojum grabbed a tissue to wipe his eyes as he continued, “I wish that we did not make such a mess out of this planet, but since we did and there is no reset button for us to press, we may have to start over on another planet.  I want to improve space travel and I will keep trying to find a stable wormhole, as I feel it is here and I know that I am close.”  Sara said, “Sometimes I feel like I want to ditch this whole universe, but what if the wormhole took me to a place that was full of dinosaurs and it gave no overt sign of containing any wine or lasagna.  For now, I am happy seeing a wormhole on my desktop, as I have no desire to travel to the distant regions of the universe and make contact with alien civilizations and risk getting lost in the immensity of dark space.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Improve, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Pin, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – I feel fine, for the Daily Spur prompt – Hope, for FOWC with Fandango – Newbie, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – That one time, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Grass, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 308 – Reset button, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Desktop Lasagna Tissue, for Sue Vincent’s August 15, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Man on a hill and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Wish.


Scammers take advantage of people by requesting money or personal information and they do this by promising things like easy money, great bargains, inside knowledge or a caring relationship for those who are looking for romantic partners. Scams can come in many forms, and they will target you by coming to your front door, call you on the telephone, send you an email online and through your mobile devices.  They will try to get you to reveal your personal details, stealing your information, or they are even able to get some people to willingly hand over their cash to them.  If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is.  Nowadays everyone has to be careful, you just never know when the scammers will strike.

It’s the little things that you need to pay attention to, like if you receive a call and you hear them say, “You owe money to the IRS”, which is scary because this government agency would have the authority to take your money, but since the IRS does not permit their agents to contact people by phone, you just need to hang up.  Scammers are modern day equivalent to the pirates of old, but instead of using a cutlass, skulls and shackles, they use phishing, which is the fraudulent attempt to steal your sensitive information such as usernames, passwords, credit card details and your Social Security Number by tricking you because they can disguise themselves as a trustworthy entity in any electronic communication that is transmitted.  They would be happy to take everything from you, even the kitchen sink and the FBI’s Internet Crime Complaint Center reported that people lost $30 million to a symphony of phishing schemes in one year.

Scammers are the lowest of the low and they will try to use your own words and voice to trap you into shady financial agreements.  They will use questions to trick you into saying “yes”, like asking you the question, “Can you hear me?” and the moment you respond in the affirmative which would be the instinctive response, this voice signature of yours can be used later by the scammers to pretend that they are you to authorize fraudulent charges.  If you’re searching for a new apartment and you see a spacious dream pad well below market value that’s too good to be true, be careful as you could become the victim of an apartment-rental scam.  Don’t hand over any of your money till you have physically seen the apartment, because you might end up renting an apartment that has already been leased, as scammers have been known to copy the original ad and then they rent the apartment without the real owner’s knowledge.

Scammers seem to enjoy preying on the elderly and one day this scammer got an 83 year old lady to give him access to her PC.  She was playing with him the whole time when he asked her if she had a magenta button on her screen and he told her to click on it, she knew just how to deal with this guy.  She had been using computers since before he was born and when he directed her to download something and he said that she could trust him, that is when she hacked him, gave him a computer virus, and placed all of his photos online, to make him feel afraid and give him back the karma that he deserved.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Karma, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Take, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – It’s the little things, for the Daily Spur prompt – Permit, for FOWC with Fandango – Authority, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Skulls and shackles, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Transmitted, for Ragtag Community – Spacious, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Kitchen Magenta Symphony and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Lady.

Swimming Upstream

We worked out our whole trip while sitting at this table in a coffee shop.  This was going to bring us the adventure of a lifetime.  We found out that we both enjoyed nature and we could not wait to get things started.  We were going to the Amazon jungle, more specifically the rainforest and we soaked our tent in lacquer to make it waterproof and it would still remain pliable.  We had no idea what we would find there, but Joe was a dentist and last year we went to the Pacific Northwest together and had a great time fishing for salmon while they were swimming upstream.  Joe likes to drink and sometimes he becomes three sheets to the wind, and that always makes me giggle when he gets that way.  I will take a shot every now and then, but I tend to watch my consumption, so Joe can count on me to be the responsible one.

This was my first trip out of the country, so I had to get a passport which caused me some problems.  I had just burned my fingers on my grill and when they took my fingerprints, they came out all smudged and the guy said, “Hey who is the thumbprint thief”, because he had to keep trying to get a readable image.  I told him that I was not part of any terrorist cell and that I wouldn’t have the gumption to try and pull any tricks on him.  He finally got something that was readable although he did say it was not ideal.  I guess I was there so long that maybe a layer of my skin had finally grown back in.

We both kept hearing the news about global warming and we figured that we should go before the rainforest up and disappeared altogether.  Glaciers were melting and the state of the environment was a real concern for both of us.  Joe held the view that the world was going to hell in a hand basket, but I was not sure what the deal was, although I knew it was bad.  After an exciting taxi adventure we made it to the airport and we boarded our plane for the 10 hour flight.  I will tell you all about the rest of our trip when we get back, that is if we ever do make it back.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Pliable, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Find, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Taxi adventure, for the Daily Spur prompt – Ideal, for FOWC with Fandango – Layer, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – The thumbprint thief, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Lacquer, for Ragtag Community – Gumption, for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Donna Photo from Morguefile, for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 416 prompts – sheets shot wait bring found watch cell deal state held news count, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Dentist Salmon Rainforest and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Giggle.


“How can you be so juvenile?”, Maggie asked.  Don snapped back, “I beg to differ about your assertion, you narcissist.  Even though Creedence sang songs about the bayou, they came from San Francisco where they led an unencumbered life.  John Fogerty was intrepid, especially when he played harmonica.  Stephen Foster was from Pittsburgh and he wrote ‘Swanee River’ long before he ever visited the South and although as a child he did visit Kentucky before writing ‘My Old Kentucky Home’, he never really lived there.  John had never been to Mississippi when he wrote ‘Proud Mary’, and he also never went to Louisiana before he wrote ‘Born on the Bayou’.”

Maggie replied, “Well I will always identify him with the South and I have been following Creedence Clearwater Revival since their first hit single ‘Suzie Q’, which was a hit for Dale Hawkins in 1957.  If you know so much about this group, then tell me who the song ‘Fortunate Son’ was written about and what movie did it appear in?”  “That is way too easy”, Don said.  ‘Fortunate Son’ is about Dwight Eisenhower’s son David who married Julie Nixon and you can get a glimpse of this song in the 1994 film Forrest Gump.  Without Creedence, we would never have had garage punk and you can write a Post-It post about that.”  Maggie said, “I was up on stage dancing with them when they played Woodstock.  I bet you can’t beat that.”  Don said, “This is not a competition and sometimes you can be a real nut, wait I take that back, I meant to say a walnut, living in Walnut Grove Minnesota around Plum Creek as you seem to be in your own world like Laura Ingalls Wilder.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Juvenile, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Identity, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Post-It post, for the Daily Spur prompt – Stage, for FOWC with Fandango – Differ, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – An unencumbered life, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Bayou, for Ragtag Community – Intrepid, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Narcissist Harmonica Walnut and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Glimpse.


Poetry should be pleasing to the ear, it needs an esthetic connection with beauty like a teeny weeny polka dot bikini, something everyone wants to look at.  Poetry can be used to express your feelings and ideas in your own distinctive style and rhythm.  Poetry is created by carefully choosing and arranging your words and when they are able to stir a reader’s imagination or emotions that is the essence of artistic writing.  Words are grouped to carry meaning, thus creating a delicate balance for writers, forcing them to juggle between which words they will choose to give them the most lasting return on their efforts.  Not everyone has the capacity for poetry, but people try even if they only end up hiccupping haikus out wave by wave.

There is no single definition of poetry, but if you have patience and some mental abilities, it can be learned through practice. You may start writing something and then have a change of heart and decide to scrap it and start over, which is often done. You may write your best stuff when you are relaxing at home in a comfortable nest, or possibly poetry may come to you in your dreams.  You never know where your inspiration will come from, but you must open the gate and let it in when it comes knocking.  You will probably never get rich from digging a ditch, but if you construct a fortified counterscarp to protect your moat, you could end up being the king of your castle.

You will never be able to make someone love you, all you can do is put yourself out there and hope to find someone who can be loved.  Nothing can humiliate a person more than having their heart broken, but instead of crying about your situation, write a poem and express your feelings, as that should make you feel better.  Join the MeToo movement and turn your tragic experience into something that can be shared with others and give them hope.  Write something that makes your heart pound, something about that barracuda who took advantage of you.  You can engage in a gaslight poem, which is the systematic psychological manipulation of a victim when the reality they just experienced didn’t actually happen, which could make for great reading.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Humiliate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Capacity, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Change of heart, for the Daily Spur prompt – Gate, for FOWC with Fandango – Nest, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Hiccupping haikus, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Counterscarp, for Ragtag Community – Return, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Wave Gaslight Barracuda and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Delicate.

Better In The Shade

“I got to get out of this heat, let’s head over to that stone chamber”, said Jim.  Janet said, “I don’t know, it looks pretty creepy in there.  Do you know what is weird, shade doesn’t actually make the temperature any cooler.  It stays the same whether or not you are in the sun or in the shade.  It just feels cooler in the shade because you are away from solar radiation, which makes our bodies feel hotter.  Thermometers are always placed in the shade instead of sunlight, so the instrument won’t get heated by the solar radiation, causing the thermometer to display the temperature of the instrument, instead of the temperature of the surrounding air.”

Jim said, “Aren’t you a fountain of knowledge and it’s not creepy as I don’t see any spiders, scorpions, snakes or bats and if they do happen to drop by, I will protect you.  I have some cold lemonade and you have that strudel, so let’s take a little break.”  Janet said, “I know what you are up to, as you have been trying to get into my pants since our first date.  If it is going to happen, I will let you know, so until then try staying in your lane.”  A tear came to Jim’s eyes and he said, “When I make my move you will know it, as I am not the kind of guy that will pressure anyone or try to create some sham to coercive you into doing something that you do not want.”  Janet said, “You are so sensitive, as I was just leaving the thought in your mind to keep you excited and was that a real tear, as I thought I saw a watery fluid coming out of your eyes.”

Jim let out a laugh and he said, “ No it was my contacts and I probably need to put some more solution in my eyes.  I have not added any since Seven AM this morning and they are starting to dry out.  Let’s take a selfie here to memorialize our trip. It looks like it may rain, so we should get comfortable here and I brought along some schnapps, which I have not tried yet and it is called Jellyfish jolts.”  Janet said, “Now that is creepy!”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Memorialize, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Weird, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Staying in your lane, for the Daily Spur prompt – Morning, for FOWC with Fandango – Creepy, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Jellyfish jolts, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Strudel, for Ragtag Community – Sham, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Seven Solution Laugh, for Sue Vincent’s August 8, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Stone chamber and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Tear.

Surrealistic Pillow

1970 was the summer of discovery for me, the Sun shined through my window and my friends would come around.  Yes I had missed the summer of love, which occurred in 1967 with the flower children, but people were still protesting the Vietnam war and still burning the flag.  This was an enigmatic time for me, because I just got my driver’s license and next year I would have to register for the draft.  I would have went if I was selected because my father served, and I would never dishonor him, but this war was very unpopular.  My grandmother, my dad’s mom had just died and she left me $1,000 in her will which I used to buy a stereo, speakers, amplifier and turntable.  I missed out on Woodstock, but music became my life in the summer before I would become a High School senior.

I discovered music before I discovered drugs, but that followed closely behind.  At this age, music and my friends meant everything to me and what my friends did, I wanted to do.  Most of my friends had Corvettes and Camaros, but I was not able to afford that.  I had a nicer stereo system than most of them, so that was my way of keeping up with the Joneses.  Once I tried pot, there was no exit, as I wanted to get high all the time.  Eventually I would resort to doing coke and taking pills, which always made the music sound more surreal.  I am not here to sanctify the use of drugs, but they never caused any problems for me, other than getting arrested.

I had a close relationship with my brother at this time as he was just a year younger than I was and we had a lot of the same friends.  I guess I could call him my confidant, as we shared things and we trusted each other.  I never had any fear that he would rat me out for anything that I did which was wrong and I was always treading lightly on the things that he did.  I wore bell bottom pants and love beads, but I was not a subversive member of the counterculture and I would certainly not counter the burn your bra movement, which has sadly faded into a remnant of the past, as it was exciting for me to see women not wearing bras.

I remember one day when my parents were at work and my friends were over listening to my albums and we smoked at lot of weed, the doorbell rang.  I walked downstairs and there were two cops there and they told me that I was under arrest for an unpaid parking ticket.  I told them that I had friends upstairs that I had to let out and I needed to turn my music off and they allowed me to do that.  I told my friends that I had to leave, which made them sad, but they did get with the program.  The police handcuffed me and made me ride in the back seat of the police car to the headquarters.  I had just cashed my paycheck from the job I had as a bagger at the supermarket, so I had enough money to pay the parking ticket and the late fee fines and then they let me go.  I asked them if they were going to give me a ride back home and they laughed and said that I could walk or take the bus.  In review, I guess I was lucky that they did not smell the weed we were smoking.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Enigmatic, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Program, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – No exit, for the Daily Spur prompt – Resort, for FOWC with Fandango – Surreal, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Treading lightly, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Remnant, for Ragtag Community – Fear, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Counter Flag Review, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts – Confidant and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Sanctify.

The Evanescent Moment

When did it begin to vanish, I can’t even recall, as I don’t have a memory like an elephant, but over time the lines washed away and it became history.  It was splendid while it lasted, as it was the first of its kind, but then the curtain was pulled back and I realized that the Wizard of Oz was just being acquisitive and that he nothing more than a fraud.  He made me a promise that he would take me back to Kansas, but he had no intent on keeping that.  Now I would be an orphan and I might enjoy being able to taunt a Munchkin or two about their height, but in the long run, there was no payoff in that.  Perhaps the Good Witch of the North would be able to help me.  At least I still have Toto.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompts – Acquisitive, Splendid and Evanescent, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Curtain, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Lines washed away, for the Daily Spur prompt – History, for FOWC with Fandango – Orphan, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – The first of its kind, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Taunt, for Ragtag Community – Intent, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – North Payoff Promise and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Elephant.

Road To Hell

We are not in Kansas anymore and we won’t be going to Disneyland.  This bewitching road is taking us straight to hell.  I have been to the mountain and I have crossed a lot of lines in the sand, but Dante gave me an ultimatum and there is zero wiggle room on this.  Sure it will be fusty and when we get back, we will both need to shower or at least wash up, because we will certainly be smelling like a fireplace.  Dante is holding a grudge against Beelzebub for only showing him the nine circles of hell and not all ten of them and although some people believe that this is cynicism at its finest, others say it is pure hogwash.

In the tenth circle we are likely to find burning souls, immersed in human excrement, trapped in icy waters and gurgling to catch their breath.  We may also encounter nomadic people with their heads fully absorbed in the derrières of others.  Those individuals will have swollen bottoms due to the immense size of the heads that were immersed in them and there is no hope for separation.  Surveillance is always diligent, as sinners must suffer eternally for the wrong that they committed in life.  It gives me chills to think how anyone could endure this kind of punishment.  In school, I received a butt wedge many times, but this is unthinkable and we may even see someone contorted in such an unfeasible way as to have their own head inserted into their very own posterior.

That Beelzebub is a chip off the old block and he loves to enforce punishment.  He has no heart and he does not care about anyone, much less a feral creature needing help.  We can’t trust him as he is a real snake and after he shows us the horrific spectacles of the tenth circle, we should hightail it out of there, before he makes an upcoming plan for us.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Mountain, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Lines in the sand, for the Daily Spur prompt – Shower, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #25, for FOWC with Fandango – Bewitching, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Cynicism at its finest, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Nomadic, for Ragtag Community – Fusty, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Disneyland Fireplace Zero, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Chip and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #145, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Separation Wiggle Wash Surveillance Grudge Feral Chills Wedge Gurgling Upcoming Hogwash Enforce.

I Don’t Need No Stinking Blog Scrapers

Ever since Fandango alerted the WordPress community to this, I have seen several other posts on it.  Blog scraping is the process of scanning through a large number of blogs, usually through the use of automated software, searching for and copying content and when this is done without your permission that makes these people or companies scumbags.  Blog scraping is when some other site copies a blog, or the blog content, that is not owned by the individual initiating the scraping process.  My original thought on this was just to ignore this Tygpress website, like an embargo just not going to visit them, as I feel my words are not all that valuable, but now I have changed my mind and I decided to make a rant and hit some of today’s prompts along the way.

I changed Fandango’s badge slightly to make it look more ominous and anyone can feel free to use it if they desire.  I still want to blog on WordPress, unlike the one blogger who left because she thinks it is broken.  Along parallel lines, I wonder if WordPress could be more diligent in the future and not get caught with their pants down again showing off their underwear.  Actually I have complained to the Happiness Engineers several times about some issues, which they never fixed for me and they just continue to go on their merry way.  Whereas I think that they could have fixed my problems, but I guess they are only interested in picking up their paychecks.  Fandango made a good point today saying that the blog scraping is insignificant in comparison to the mass shootings that have plagued the US this weekend.  Blog scraping amounts to nothing more than a broken vase or some other trinket that is nice to have, but some slime ball has decided to steal from you.  I am not going to try unraveling steel threads till the bridge collapses, but this crap is wrong.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wonder, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Parallel Lines, for the Daily Spur prompt – Whereas, for FOWC with Fandango – Previous, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Unraveling steel threads, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Embargo, for Ragtag Community – Continue, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Trinket Underwear Vase and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Broken.