by TheGibberingMadman
on February 22, 2016
image: Water Drop © Jinyoung Lee | Dreamstime Stock Photos
Some folks hate spiders. I don’t really count myself in that group, save for select spiders. You know the ones. The ones that can kill you by just looking at you sideways with four of their eight eyes. All the rest are fine.
Except the ones that manage to get into your bedroom and climb on your face when you are sleeping. Really hate those as well. But all the others are just peachy.
Well, except those who build their webs right across your walkway at face level, so as you are rushing out the door in the morning, you get a face full of wet webs and if you are really unlucky an irate spider on your nose. Yeah, I hate those as well. Not the other spiders, those are OK in my book. read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 22, 2016
image: Abstract Circle © Judy Stepanian | Dreamstime Stock
My room is shaking again. Usually the foreshadowing of work to be done. And usually not very fulfilling work.
Don’t get me wrong, I do like my job. Most of the time I just get to sit around and relax in my room. Granted it is a bit spartan, but whatever I need or want I can get easy enough. So there is nothing I find myself wanting for. The only downside are my bosses.
“I want blah blah blah now!”
Always now. Never “I want this in the next two weeks” or “at some point in the future”. It is always now. Immediate gratification is going to be the downfall of the human race, mark my words. read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 18, 2016
image: Used Up Dices © Kmitu | Dreamstime Stock Photos
“So you say life is a game of dice. There is chance, luck, and for some few, a set of loaded dice. The biggest difference is what side of the roll you are on. The rolls are random, sporadic. The dice tumble and bounce, the results are viewed, and the results play out as they will. And there is a being watching and interpreting the rolls, causing events to unfurl as the rolls indicate. I think that may be nothing more than a load of crap.”
“Watch your tongue, Hesran, you border on blasphemy.” read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 17, 2016
image: Pelican Eye © Ichtor | Dreamstime Stock Photos
John was walking down a beach of soft, white sand, the warm breeze caressing his face. A warm breeze that smelled distinctly of fish. Old fish. And he became aware of pressure on his chest. Something was not right.
He groaned.
“Oh good, you didn’t die. Would have had a bit of trouble explaining that one.”
John opened his eyes … and found himself looking a pelican squarely in the eyes. Or one eye, as the pelican standing on his chest had his head cocked. It still freaked John out none the less. read more
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by TheGibberingMadman
on February 16, 2016
image: Pelican on Pier © Arubahost | Dreamstime Stock Photos
Clear blue water and a warm sun. Life was good. Very good.
He had arrived on the island three days before, unsure whether the vacation had been a good idea. All traces of those initial doubts were gone now. He arrived in Paradise with trepidation and now missed the small amount of time he had wasted on the island doubting his choice to come.
He had explored most of the relatively small island of St. Mordala. He had stopped into almost every shop in the small town on the island, swam in the warm ocean, drank wine on the beach as the sun set, and climbed the mountain, such as it was. read more
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