by TheGibberingMadman
on February 15, 2016
image: Fluid © Carsten Erler | Dreamstime Stock Photos
“It’s half full.”
“I hate to disagree, but it is half empty.”
The debate had been going on for two hours and there did not appear to be any end in sight. Leave it to barroom philosophers to get into a debate about something as trivial as a glass of vodka on the rocks … long after the rocks had left the party.
“I’m telling you, it’s half full. The glass contains the drink. And the drink fills half the glass. Hence the glass is half full.”
“And I counter it is all a matter of perspective. When the drink was delivered to the table, the drink filled the glass. Half of the drink was consumed, leaving the previously occupied space devoid of the drink which had previously been there. Therefore, the glass is now half empty where before it was full.” read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 12, 2016
image: Bookend © Monkie | Dreamstime Stock Photos
“At last I hold it in my hands! The statue of Ixitchatlcozutan! I have been searching for this relic for far too long and now my search has come to an end!”
I turn to the guide who led me to the final location.
“And you! You have played no small role in this. You have aided me in fulfilling my destiny, in making my finest discovery! Your name will be known among the archaeological circles for all time. The plaque for this items display will read ‘Ixitchatlcozutan, Discovered by G. M. Smythe and‘ … and what is your name?” read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 11, 2016
So I have decided to try to do the fiction riffs as a daily event. For as long as I can at any rate. And by “daily” I do mean Monday through Friday (though I may post something on the weekends if I don’t have something else going on). Fifteen minutes is not a huge time commitment, after all. It’s the images that are the real time sink.
I have, however, pulled about 200 some odd free images from Dreamtime (and many thanks to them for they RF-LL licensed images), so that should keep me good for a while yet. And I plan on digging through their images every two weeks or so to see if there is something new or something I may have missed (or something I just had not gotten to yet … they have a bunch of them there). read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 11, 2016
image: Cat © Jon Hembree | Dreamstime Stock Photos
My minions are worthless. I do not mean some of them, I mean all of them. It is hard enough being a criminal mastermind without having your minions make foolish errors.
“Oh you want to know the diabolical plan? Why certainly, Mr. Secret Agent, I’ll give you all the details and then leave you to perish in an extremely slow manner that gives you plenty of time to escape and foil all the work that went into setting up what should be a crowning achievement.”
Pure stupidity.
Granted, none of them have yet given me up as the true mastermind. I do have a knack for finding loyal help. Or help that is egotistical enough to convince themselves they are the ones who are behind it all. Either way serves to keep me out of some governmental black budget kennel. read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 10, 2016
image: Green Olive © Tammy Mcallister | Dreamstime Stock Photos
It stared at me, unblinking and accusatory. Its gaze burned into me like brine on an open wound. I heard its unspoken words.
“You left me here, alone, out of my element. Left me to sit, unable to move, unable to fulfill my purpose.”
It really was accidental. There was no intent. Just one of many that I retrieved and the only one to make an escape. If there was any fault it was not mine. It was to blame, seeking freedom it would not be able to handle. It separated itself from its companions, not me. read more
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