I was in the grocery store this weekend, and everyone’s phone alerts went off. except for mine.
I have those emergency alerts turned off.
When I hear everybody’s else’s phone go off, I make moose antlers with my hands on my ears.
Because if it’s like Vesuvius and Herculaneum, where a volcano buries everyone in ash and freezes them in time, there will be 8 billion people staring at their phones while I’m the only one making moose antlers.
And this will confound alien anthropologists digging through the ruins, making them wonder if my bizarre loony gesture caused the disaster.
The endless walk
I need to walk off some fat, but it’s either too hot outside or it’s raining.
And I’m too cheap to go to the gym.
So I bought a treadmill desk for home.
I could put a television on it to watch while walking.
The problem is, it’s old TV, and the picture quality on the Amazon Fire Stick sucks.
And I stopped using it.
So, I got a new smart TV with a network connection.
Great picture, reliable connection.
It works well. Too well.
Now, I can’t stop watching and walking.
And my knees are in bloody, gory agony.
Weekly Challenge #830: Slippery Slope
RICHARD
Slippery when wet
When people talk about being on the slippery slope, they’re generally only thinking that it’s a downward slope; but that’s just daft, because slopes – like stairs and spirals – go both ways, and it’s often the upward slope that’s the more treacherous!
Take the slope outside my house, for example: It’s just a short, grassy slope, and not particularly steep, but – lazy bugger that I am – it’s just too much trouble to walk the short distance to the steps.
But, after a couple of days of rain, it’s as slippery as hell: And it’s amazing how quickly, up suddenly, becomes down!
LIZZIE
I thought it was risky, but they said “this way”. And we all went “this way”. The problem with blindly following what others say is that we often end up in rather complicated situations. In my defense, there was a sign that clearly said “This Way”. And usually, signs are supposed to be reliable. This time, this particular sign wasn’t. And off we went, blissfully unaware. When we reached the end of the tunnel, they pushed us into the pit. And we had to decide whether to take the blue pill or the red… Wait a second… Alice?! Rewind. Rewind!
SERENDIPIDY
I started on the slippery slope to depravity when I was pretty young.
I was, what can be described as a ‘problem child’; then, they called me ‘disturbed’; ‘wicked’ and eventually, ‘an extremely dangerous individual’.
And all that, before I’d left my teens.
Since then, the slope has taken me ever deeper, slipping and sliding into the fetid mire of moral corruption. And I’ll be frank… I’ve loved every moment.
Eventually, I suppose, that slope will even out and, in time, maybe I’ll reach the bottom: The very depth of human corruptibility.
But, I’m not there yet.
I’m still sliding!
TURA
Slippery slope
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My father’s heavy hand stopped me as I was going out, one December evening. “Gaein’ doon the big toun, laddie?” he said in his dour Calvinistic way. “That’s a gie slippery slope ye’re set on.”
“Come on, Dad,” I protested, “I’m just seein’ a few friends, ye’ve met most o’ them when we’ve had oor D’n’D sessions up here.”
“Aye, I reckon maybe they’re awright”— this was high praise from him— “but mind yon slippery slope, or Deil tak ye.”
I stepped outside and fell flat on my back on the packed snow.
“Like ah wiz tellin’ ye,” he said.
NORVAL JOE
Hovering near the ceiling, Sabrina opened her eyes and gasped. Billbert lowered them gently to the floor.
Gracilda was ecstatic, jumping up and down. “See? I said the two of you together would have special magical powers.”
Billbert rolled his eyes. “Yeah. This has never happened before.”
The old witch missed his sarcasm. “Yes. Now. You must be careful. Heading down the path of magic, unguided, one can easily slip out of control.”
Billbert shook his head. “I’m going home.”
Sabrina took his arm. “I’ll show you the way. You don’t want to get lost and slide into a ravine.”
PLANET Z
I used to work at a company with a double-deck parking lot.
And the ramps at either end of the upper parking lot were steep.
It was hard to drive up the slope, especially when it rained.
And on the rare days during the winter when it got below freezing, it was impossible to drive up at all.
I didn’t have a parking pass for the lower deck, and they never gave me the code.
So, I parked along the street.
Then I’d try to climb the steps.
Holding the rail and taking each step as slow as I could.
Going home
It’s been seventy years since I last went home.
So much has changed. I don’t recognize the place.
Back then, it was just one main street of a few brick stores, all surrounded by farms and houses.
Now it’s a freeway and offices and franchises of everything.
The farms stopped raising corn and wheat, pushing up one final crop of subdivisions and retirement homes.
It’s just like everywhere else these days.
If it weren’t for the Welcome sign, I wouldn’t know where I was.
Where did the spirit of home go?
Covered by concrete and lights and conformist modern life.
The whispering world
Carter soaked up languages like a sponge.
In a day, he was following along in a conversation.
In a week, you could hardly believe he wasn’t born there.
Pretty soon, Carter spoke every language.
There was nothing hidden from his ear.
But he couldn’t read a word.
Except for the wind.
He did his best to listen to the breathing of the world.
But it never spoke to him.
He swore he almost understood what it was saying.
Just barely out of his reach, almost there.
Not quite, but he knew it was saying something.
Like whispers from far away.
The boxers
One network showed the lightweight fights.
One network showed the middleweight fights.
One network showed the heavyweight fights.
Whatever the network, whatever the fight… the mob got their cut.
You punch. You get punched.
You move around a bit.
Put a guy on the ropes, get put on the ropes.
When it’s your round, you go down.
Because if you don’t go down, well, you’ve got family.
And you can’t watch them all the time.
The phone stops ringing. No more fights.
They tie you to cinderblocks and throw you in a lake.
From lightweight to heavyweight, the mobsters joke.
Forget the burrito
I really like Vegetarian burritos.
Well, okay. Some makers call them wraps. But they’re really burritos.
They’re healthy, for the most part.
The ones with plant-based fake meats and fake cheese have gotten pretty good, too.
And simple to heat up in the microwave.
Just toss it in, hit the Burrito button, and wait for the beeps.
The next day, I find the burrito sitting there in the microwave when I’m putting in a mug full of soup.
Oh. Right. I forgot the burrito.
I put it on my shopping list again.
As I forget about the soup in there.
Have you seen Arthur
Have you seen Arthur?
No? Where did Arthur go?
Did he leave a note?
Is anything missing from his place?
His car? A suitcase? Clothes and other things he’d need for travel?
Can you check his mail?
Or did he forward it, or have a hold put on it?
What about Find Your Friends? Have you got permissions to track his phone?
Are his bills getting paid? Or strange credit card charges appearing?
What about someone watering his lawn and plants?
Oh, that’s on a timer.
Maybe Arthur will show up tomorrow. Or the next day.
From wherever he went.
My favorite pie
It is international pie day.
What is my favorite pie?
Chicken pot pie, of course.
I like it a lot more than any other pie.
Especially in a pie fight.
Cream pies don’t do squat to an opponent.
A piping hot chicken pot pie will surprise the crap out of them as well as scald their eyes.
If the fight only allows cream pies, then cover the chicken pot pie with cream.
Yes, I know. That sounds disgusting.
Whipped cream and chicken do not mix.
But if you’re throwing the pies, it’s not like you have to taste it, right?
Weekly Challenge #829: Hair
RICHARD
Just Fine
At first, everything seemed just fine. We breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that disaster, at least this time, had been averted.
That is, until our hair began falling out.
Then, the blistered skin, weeping sores and shortness of breath. It was then only a matter of time before the agony, the fever and eventually death.
They’d lied to us.
The reactor core had not been made safe.
Everything was certainly not fine.
And there was nothing we could do about it.
And neither can you.
Except to say your goodbyes, prepare as best you can, lie down, and wait.
LIZZIE
“What have you done?”
My sister shrugged.
“But your hair…”
She smiled and shrugged again.
“Is something wrong?”
She shook her head and mumbled something about a sign.
“What sign?”
She was moving on, away from vanity.
Being a shampoo model had been very profitable for her.
“What about your job?”
She looked at me.
“No, no no.”
My hair is now long enough for me to take her old job. I’ll get my own place and I’ll be filthy rich. Life is a lot simpler than we think. It just takes a bit longer when we’re talking about hair.
SERENDIPIDY
Mother always used to love it when I brushed her hair. She would sit with me on the sofa, eyes closed, whilst I eased the tangles and knots gently from her long, flowing, locks.
And then we would talk, long into the night, at peace with each other and the world.
Mother died some years back now, and how I miss those conversations.
But, every now and then, I still sit with her on the sofa, her body leaning against mine, whilst I brush her hair, just as I used to when she was alive.
She’d have wanted it so.
TOM
What Could Go Possibly Wrong 029
What first appeared as an aquatic bio-mass on longer inspection turned out to be seriously reenforced steel with an ample attached aquatic bio-mass. This was further confirmed by an ever widening hatch. To the company this was not very reassuring and the slow advance of Cervantes drove home a done breath yet vib, expect for John. A woman poked her head out. A shock of red hair and understate Ray Ban. With a lazy index finger she raised the lens. She tosed her hair in a Veronica Lake move and said the following “Charlemagne’s ukulele. “Sweet and low,” replied Arnesto
NORVAL JOE
“Romance?” Billbert asked.
Sabrina grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him toward her. “Yeah. Romance.” She shook back her hair, closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
Gracilda poked Billbert in the back. “Go on, boy. Kiss her.”
Billbert looked around the room and saw that Sabrina was the only one with her eyes closed. All others were on him.
He figured he couldn’t leave until he did what they said and put his hands on Sabrina’s waist. He bent forward and kissed her.
A collective gasp filled the room just before Billbert’s head bumped lightly against the ceiling.
PLANET Z
Charlie never grew any hair.
He had some kind of condition, and we teased him about it.
Charlie didn’t care at all.
Heck, sometimes, he’d joke about it.
Putting on thick black fake eyebrows and a thick black mustache.
And a wild and crazy rainbow wig.
He looked like some kind of crazy Muppet thing.
And he’d talk in a high squeaky voice.
It was funny as hell.
Until he’d show up in your room at 2 in the morning.
Holding a razor to your throat.
“Shave and a haircut, two bits,” he whispered.
We never teased Charlie ever again.