Wuhan Lab

Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.  We should have never been messing around with this deadly stuff in the first place.  We were working with bats, collecting and testing samples from wild bats and eventually identifying them as the source of the pathogen.  I can’t count how many dark caves I was in, but it was a lot as my co-workers had given me the title of “Bat Woman”.  I was searching for a SARS-like virus in bats that had the potential to jump directly to humans and resisted treatments used against SARS.  My brother was bit on the neck by one of those nasty blood sucking bats and I wanted to save his life and I was way more than knee deep into this and I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than a cure.

My brother was very sick within a day after being bit, but he was cooperative and he let us draw all the blood that we needed from him for testing purposes.  Our lab was set up for containment and we had all the necessary Personal Protective Equipment that we needed to block anything from escaping, or at least we thought that we did.  With all of the lab workers hidden under gowns, gloves and masks, it looked like we were getting ready to pull off a heist.  Someone dropped a vial of infected blood on the floor and we were under the assumption, that if we cleaned up the spill and disinfected the area, that we would all be safe.  We were wrong as the infected blood seeped into the air ventilation system like a tidal wave and everything was infected and we were all going to die.  My brother could no longer talk but he was able to scribble down some words on a scrap of paper which read, “This is a punishment from nature, for us acting without using our noggin”.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Heist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Assumption, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Block, for May Writing Prompts – Knee deep, for Ragtag Community – Settle, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Scribble Draw Scrap, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Title and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Noggin.

Total Bliss

I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.  I am going to wear a mask when I go outside from now on, as it may not look very presidential, but I don’t want to risk getting sick again.  Did you know that the Beatles song ‘Ticket to Ride’ is a reference to the medical card that German prostitutes carried around to prove they were clean?

My only interest lies in the warm, fuzzy feeling that engulfs me post-coitus, when I get the afterglow effect, which lingers on to provide me enduring romantic satisfaction that is both attractive and infectious.  Excuse me for not being more timid about my feelings, but the fact is that orgasms are beneficial for health and stress relief.  God commanded me to love my neighbor and I felt an intensely pleasurable response to the sexual stimulation that we engaged in, as it allowed me to experience a pleasurable release of built-up tensions, and as this explosion of sensation took over my body, bordering on the ecstatic, I finally felt a wave of warmth, peace, and relaxation set in.  That was when I heard His voice saying, “Behold, as your king, I want to restore all the love and life and joy and glory and power that sex is meant to have, and although sex should be reserved for a man and a woman in a committed, monogamous marriage for a lifetime, however it never hurts to get in some practice.”

Formal sex education and instruction about birth control and other aspects of sexual health in the U.S. is on the decline.  Sex should be about two bodies being joined together, but many people who are looking to add some sparkle to their sex life are turning to crystal sex toys, because they think that since they come from the Earth, that they are connecting them back to something that is natural, and this is going to help them get in touch with their bodies.  Love can be messy and if you have ever eaten a ripe peach in summer, and felt the sticky juice drip on your fingers and wrists, you can understand why this fruit has long represented female genitalia, because of the explosion of juices which makes it an outlet for desire.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Behold, for the Daily Spur prompt – Voice, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan Hughes, for FOWC with Fandango – Fact, for May Writing Prompts – The afterglow effect, for Ragtag Community – Relief, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Excuse Timid More, for Rachel Poli Time To Write: Random Words 18 – Formal Crystal Peach and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – King.

The World Was Moving

“It’ll be here before we know it.”  “What the hell are you talking about?”, asked Joe’s wife.  “The masks that I ordered from Amazon silly, then we can go out again and be protected, as the world will start moving again”, said Joe.  Judy said, “Oh yes, I remember, but didn’t you order them over a month ago, I guess the company must have been inundated with orders coming in.  These are the ones with that ergonomic design, a tight fit, and supposedly can filter out almost 90% of particulate pollution and viruses when used, making them about 20 times more effective than traditional cloth masks.”  Joe replied, “I ordered both of us a five-pack of reusable masks and these should work out much better than those thick weave cotton masks that were making you twitch.”

Judy said, “What about that designer mask that came with Galaxy girl on it, did you order one of those for me also, like I asked you to?”  “I didn’t see the point in that, as they did not have the stretchable ear loop, so they would not provide you the comfort you want when you were wearing them”, Joe replied.  Judy said, “You are probably right, as I have very sensitive ear lobes, but there is one more thing that I do need.  My face seems to be drying out and I need that Overtime exfoliating mask that has natural fruit enzymes including pumpkin and apricot seed along with the Bewitch mask that delivers firming, anti-wrinkle and has nourishing properties.”  Judy started taking off her dress and she was moving very slowly.  The world was moving, she was proud about it, she had no doubt about it, about what she’s done and no time to think about what to tell him. Judy knew that she was pregnant, but she was not sure how Joe would take the news.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Bewitch, for the Daily Spur prompt – Comfort, for FOWC with Fandango – Inundated, for May Writing Prompts – Galaxy girl, for Ragtag Community – Overtime, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Twitch Thick Point, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Sentence Starter 53 and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Yes.

A Rebel Yell

“I need more.”  In the midnight hour she cried, “More, more, more”.  Janis was not a humble, milquetoast mouse like person, as when there was something on her mind, she would let you know about it.  At times, she could be offensive and she would never let anyone dictate orders to her.  She was not born yesterday being naïve or inexperienced, as she had a college degree from Columbia University, a Master of Arts in Global Thought, the place where silence had a voice.  If she saw anything that she did not agree with, she would speak out against this insanity, and she would never be locked up in a cage, be it pewter, silver, or gold.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Dictate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Mouse, for the Daily Spur prompt – Offensive, for FOWC with Fandango – Milquetoast, for October Writing Prompts – The place where silence had a voice, for OctPoWriMo 2019 – Cage – Pewter, Silver, or Gold, for Ragtag Community – Insanity, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Thought College Humble, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Sentence Starter – “I need more.” and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Yesterday.

They Let You Know

Um… that constant beep, beep, beeping is driving all the cats crazy, as when the batteries in the smoke detectors get low enough, they demand to be changed.  I don’t like being told what to do and this becomes even worse when a machine starts dictating things like “turn left at the next corner” to me, although I understand that this is being done in a judicious manner.  I like to think of myself as an open minded person that can be persuaded by logic and I know that “to err is human”, but I feel that machines can also make mistakes, because they are programmed by humans.  Let me clarify this a bit, machines only process information that they have the ability to decipher, so if the road ahead is closed and my navigation system tells me to “turn left at the next corner”, I will need to use my better judgment and not rely on tunnel vision.

It has been steaming hot since Dorian passed by and I am looking forward to some cool weather which should eventually arrive.  I am honored today as Irene from My Slice of Mexico dedicated her latest post to me, because I don’t like onions.  I don’t have anything planned for dinner yet, but my food desires are now leaning toward Mexican. I was thinking about putting on my traditional Buddhist meditation monk robe, which you might call a gown and then practice some Zen enlightenment through meditation, if I am lucky enough to find some mythical moonbows.  The gown actually belongs to my brother and it is only a lender, as I have to return it.  I am going to end this post with the most ameliorate (make something that is bad or unsatisfactory better) song ever written and I hope that you enjoy it.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Clarify, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Bit, for the Daily Spur prompt – Being, for FOWC with Fandango – Judicious, for Melodye Shore September show-and-tell – Cool Weather, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Mythical moonbows, for Ragtag Community – Ameliorate, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Food Desires, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Lender Gown Tunnel, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Sentence Starter – Um… and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Zen.

The Recluse

At home, alone with my thoughts, I write.  I guess this is my way of trying to communicate with others, hopefully stimulating a LIKE or a comment from those who might read my blog.  Sometimes I write to reflect on my experiences and share them with others.  I write for my own enjoyment, so if nobody LIKES or comments on any of my posts, I am fine with that.  Writing keeps me out of trouble, which I have already had enough of in my life.  It keeps my mind sharp, as I am always learning things.  When I feel that I understand something, I have this need to explain it to others.  I wrote a few books, but none of them were ever published, however I did submit a story from my second book for a writing contest and I won first place and received $250 for that.

Blogging on WordPress, I get involved in a lot of writing prompts, which are challenging and fun for me.  I put out posts on a daily basis and sometimes other people LIKE what I write and other times, my stuff is ignored.  I try to write quality stuff, so I stay clear of challenges that impose word count or character count limits.  I am not insecure about myself, but I mostly avoid answering questions and I also dislike the challenges that involve passing it on to others becoming like chain mail.  If I enter a prompt writing challenge, I expect the host to at least read what I write, but this is not often the case.  I am the host of two music writing challenges and I read every post that is submitted, however there have been times where this person’s blog site seems to be corrupted and it does not allow me to hit the LIKE button or make a comment.

Followers are the most useless statistic and they mean nothing to me.  It is possible that all of my followers read every single post that I write, but that is highly doubtful.  The regulars, who do read my posts and join in on the music challenges that I host are where I derive the most satisfaction from.  I like to think of these people as being my friends and blogging is a tit for tat situation, as those who read my posts, I will read theirs.  I read many more posts than I write every day.  I usually write between 3 to 5 posts a day and I guess that I read between 50 to 80 posts every day.  If I think the person put an effort into their writing, then I will hit the LIKE button on their post.

I feel that my writing has improved, since I started blogging and WordPress has been a good place for me.  I don’t think that my writing will ever have an impact that changes the world, but it might inspire some to make a comment, or guide others to share their stories.  This is my way of being social, as I don’t have any real friends.  Writing makes me feel alive and I think that some of my writing can be looked at as a work of art, although some people may also consider the same piece to be total shit.  I like to be clever and maybe after I am gone some of my writing will still remain.  I enjoy writing and I plan to continue writing, but maybe I am just like the fool on the hill writing with my head in the cloud at home.

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Set the scene.

We Belong Together

“I’ll go with you!”, said Slim.  “Whatever it takes, I will follow you to the ends of the Earth, as it has been too long since I savored the touch of your lips on mine.  I would climb a mountain just to be near you and I want to stay with you till the end of time.  I am happy whenever you are around me and lately you’ve been on my mind a lot.  Those dark eyes of yours have me mesmerized, especially when I see them glowing in the campfire light.  Let’s watch the evening stars, spend a night of romance and passion together and dream about our future and then wake up beside each other in the morning.  I will sing my Indian love song for you tonight, as my spirit echoes a sweet love call.  Wooo!”

Oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo
When I’m calling you
Oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo
Will you answer too?
Oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo

That means I offer my love to you to be your own
If you refuse me I will be blue, waiting all alone

But if when you hear my love call ringing clear
Oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo
And I hear your answering echo so dear
Oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo
Then I will know our love will come true
You’ll belong to me, I’ll belong to you

Then I will know our love will come true
You’ll belong to me, I’ll belong to you

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Sentence Starter 49.

New Operating System

Support for Windows 7 is ending, as Microsoft is pulling the plug on this decade old operating system, even though Windows 7 is still being used on 39% of the PCs.  All good things must come to an end, and Microsoft is serious about getting people to stop using Windows 7.  They are sending messages to remind everyone that after January 14, 2020, they will no longer provide security updates or support for PCs running Windows 7.  Microsoft feels that Windows 7 does not meet the requirements of modern technology, nor the high security requirements of IT departments.  Windows 7 doesn’t support the latest AMD, Intel and Qualcomm chipsets, but that is ONLY because Microsoft chose to make them incompatible.  In the history of Windows this was an unprecedented step and designed to push users to Windows 10.  Microsoft has completely forgotten how to relate to their customers and they are just doing this to mess with your head.

I was perfectly happy with Windows 7 and I find Windows 10 to be frustrating.  Microsoft seems to think that they know what I want better than me, as I don’t want to use Chrome because I am comfortable with Explorer.  Windows 10 wants to track everything and Microsoft has become the Big Brother of 1984.  I do want Microsoft poking their nose into everything that I do on my computer.  Microsoft is as bad as facebook, or maybe even worse, as this has become a total abandonment of any form of privacy and control.  Microsoft officially admits that automatic spying cannot be disabled in Windows 10.

Windows 10 has already gone through 17 updates and there are more coming.  Microsoft only seems to be concerned with their operating system being able to work well enough, so they can ship it out and they have developed this “we can fix it latter attitude” and it seems that now they are intent on making things worse instead of better.  Change is only welcomed when the change is good.  Microsoft was planning to release a new operating system called Windows 12, but this was scrapped and they now say that there will be no other operating systems other than Windows 10, unless someone at Microsoft changes their mind.

I just updated my computer to a new operating system and this is the first time that I am using it and I just got the message that is shown in the picture above.  I hope it works, but I guess that all I can do is wait and see.

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing picture prompt.

What To Do

This is where I found myself, all alone on this deserted beach.  I put in an online application to join the military, thinking this was the right move for me, getting to travel and explore the world while serving my country.  They would pay for my college tuition and if I stayed long enough I could get retirement benefits.  The problem I had was I did not know which branch I should choose, should I go into the Reserve, the National Guard or sign up for active duty in the Army, Marine Corps, Navy Air Force or the Coast Guard.  I knew that I was in good physical condition, of appropriate weight and I should have no problem being able to pass a standard physical screening.  There were some things that I knew I didn’t want to do, like jumping out of a plane, so I would not become a paratrooper and I didn’t like being cooped up, so I was not going to be assigned to a submarine.

It is so peaceful here and I need this tranquility to collect my thoughts.  I want to get some vacation time and since the military will give me 30 days of paid vacation every year starting with my first year, this sounds great.  On the other hand, I am not happy about taking orders, I don’t want to have to salute anyone and I wouldn’t like to be assigned to latrine duty.  I don’t want to be screamed at for not making my bed, or not ironing my shirt properly.  I am still a young man and joining the military might cramp my sex life.  What if the recruiter is lying to me and the last thing that I want is to get shot in some God forsaken county like Afghanistan.  Maybe I should look into joining the Peace Corps?  I hope that this seashore with its clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland will provide me with some clarity.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 96 prompt – lost or found, for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Clarity and for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing prompt – Application.

Mental Care Institution

The psychiatric hospital was secluded away on the edge of a lake surrounded by hillsAn old castle was converted into this state of the art insane asylum.  Dr. Joseph B. Strange was the director of this mental facility and he believed in treating all the patients with cannabis, till they developed acatalepsy.  He thought that since human knowledge never amounts to certainty, but only to probability, that treatment should go no further than to appear as being a therapy and verisimilitude was acceptable, as long as the patients were happy.  The only bad side effect of using the cannabis seemed to be the irrational disorder known as eleutheromania that certain long term patients developed.  These patients that craved their freedom would try to escape every now and then saying that when they thought they were being followed by a moon shadow, so they didn’t like being cooped up.

This situation always got worse when there was a full moon, and if a patient was caught trying to escape the loony bin, then they would have to spend three days in a padded cell.  Today the institution would hold a beauty pageant for teenage girls between 15-19 years, allowing the budding beauties from ward C to compete against each other to see who was superior.  Dr. Strange saw merit in holding these beauty pageants, as he felt it was good for their personal development and it let them shed their innocence.  Each girl was allowed to dance to their own original music and they were given five minutes to say how they would improve the world.  Crazy Kate really wanted to win this year, so during her speech she started to hike her skirt all the way up.  I guess it is poetic justice that Dr. Strange was arrested after the show and his license was taken away so he could never practice psychiatry again.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Superior, for the Daily Spur prompt – Innocence, for FOWC with Fandango – Poetic, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – Budding beauties, for Ragtag Community – Hike, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #95 – Acatalepsy and Eleutheromania, for Sue Vincent’s July 4, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Castle, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing prompt Random Words 16 – Shadow, Bin, Merit and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Original.