Hula Hoops. Very Proud Of The Queen.

Reblogging this post from Tilly Bud of The Laughing Housewife fame. She is hysterical to read but more importantly, there is a picture of me in this post. Tilly threatened….err…… challenged us to send her a photo of our whereabouts during the opening ceremony of the Olympics. I would like to point out that if the photos tell us anything it’s that Tilly knows ALOT of drinkers so I’m not sure how much of the actual ceremony these folks remember. Here’s to praying she does not post a pop quiz. Cheers!

The Laughing Housewife

No, the Queen was not so impressed by the aging Grace Jones in her PVC outfit at the Diamond Jubilee Concert that she decided to take up hula hooping – though after seeing her as a Bond Girl and skydiver, I suppose anything is possible.  

My title was left as a comment on the post in which I invited you to tell me what you were eating, drinking and doing during the Olympics Opening Ceremony. You responded in your units.  Some of them alcoholic.

Before I get on to that, I want to add three items to my list of highlights:

  • The choir of hearing-impaired and other children who sang the National Anthem so beautifully.
  • The honour guard of 500 workers who had built the stadium.  They lined up in the tunnel as the torch entered.  A wonderful touch.
  • And finally, the news that for the first time, every single one…

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Something Wicked has moved on…

This is the briefest of posts today because I will only be saying this:

Farewell Ray Bradbury, an incredible man whose mind took us, the readers, to the most amazing places.  Heaven’s gain is truly our loss.

Photo from the LATimes (6/6/12)   Below is a link to their article today.,0,5622415.story

D is for Dire

Day 4 of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge April 2012   – “D”

Deriving from dedicated daily discourse is the danger of detraction from domestic duties.  Doomed are the decadent desserts, daily deeds, dangerously dirty dishes, and downtrodden duds.   Days disappear while doodles, diction, and dissertations develop. My daydreams are dedicated to despicable, deceitful dowagers, dainty debutantes, and dashing, delicious daredevils.

Decidedly determined denizens of our domestic domicile, dearly desiring dinner, dare to draw me away from my desk.  Dicey actions dictate decidedly discreet doings.  Darling daughters dabble in depowering my digital desktop data-processor.  Disheartening it is to see my developing dreamy dude, dated a delicate half decade of years , disassemble doctrines with delight.  Oh dastardly devils of my design.  Damn that Darwin* as doubtlessly they will be my demise.

Drowning in despair (definite dusty cliché) at the destruction of documentation and disintegration of distinct, deviceful time, I designed a diagram for a new dichotomy.  Developed to discourage discontent, the details are designated by dusk and dawn.  During daylight I will do for the denizens deeds of domesticity and during the domain of darkness I will document dreams, deflocculate dits, deign to be a decadist, and occasionally, dance.

Disaster by descendant demons diverted.   Delightful!

*Darwin, Charles

PLEASE NOTE:  This is my original material so: Dare not duplicate my design as I hate dealing with the déclassé and I will be forced to describe you as a dapocaginous, duplicitous dirtbag.  And I definitely don’t desire to do that.

Dag!  (it’s Dutch)

“C” is for Contrived Culprit

Day 3 of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge April 2012   – “C”

C” is for carefully crafted characters that face challenges in chapters full of conundrums, careening cars, chilling conflicts, and creative careers.  Clearly it is possible to concoct credible creatures with concrete histories and committed companions that catapult your crafted chronicle into credible copy.  Just look at what Christie*, Crichton*, Carroll*, and Clark* have composed.

Conventional crafters of composition rely on a variety of clever channels to cultivate a cool, high caliber,  complex cast.     Commentators on the chaos of life, writers must contemplate the complexities that construct the core of each concocted conceptual creation.  Canvassing a combination of contradictory crowds can convert colorless, commonplace characters into a congregation of captivating cohorts that carry readers into your comedy, cliffhanger, or codex.

Confused? By converting a clique of charming crowds into a fictional circle of convivial citizens, your story will clobber competing concoctions of cleverly constructed prose.  Careful – can’t compromise the central theme by combining a conglomerate of clowns.   Always combine classy, clear, and civil with the comedic cut up to create cohesion.

Closing with my conclusion:  Consider it completely conceivable that you too can crank out a chimerical community that captivates canny consumers of our craft.

*Christie, Agatha; *Crichton, Michael; *Carroll, Lewis; *Clark, Mary Higgins