Session June 29 2013

http://liz-green.com/2010/12/feel-like-the-odd-one-out-there-is-only-one-unique-you/

"It's not a good time to start"
by CC

There had been so much to think about at the recent swan gathering. Doreen was especially keen to work with the Swan Appreciation Society on the Big Willow Island Swanfest later this year. But she thought the new emphasis on security was overdone. Sure, they could expect a little trouble from the mallards, who thought they were just so special. But who would seriously think they would spy on the planning session?

Suddenly Doreen heard a little squeak and looked down to find the most bizarre creature ever floating near her. She looked at it carefully. Was it just a human toy - or a Trojan Duck?  She could get paranoid, that's for sure! But, she thought, it's not a good time to start.

http://au.totaltravel.yahoo.com/travel-ideas/galleries/g/-/14226608/1/secrets-and-shadows-the-worlds-most-mysterious-places/

"It allowed him to drop his trash bag right into the basement."
By TT

I can't think, especially with those guys standing over me. Each one reminds me of an authority figure. The Police Chief. The Banker. The Head of Department, Supervisor and Bossy Neighbor who expects me to trim all the hedges and mow my lawn. Why do they always stare at me as if I did something slightly inappropriate, like littering, jaywalking or pinching their wife's butt? I'm innocent! I didn't do anything wrong. I even found a way to drop the trash right into the basement where no one will see it. I'll whistle a tune and maybe they'll smile.




http://smashinghub.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/animals27.jpg

 "Let's not go on about it, he said. We've made our decision."
by PV

Let's not go on about it, he said. We've made our decision. And so Pip made ready for this translation - this transmogrification. He knew from previous shape changings that it had probably been a mistake, but Pip's mistress was something else. She doted on Pip and he got the most wonderful if unorthodox places to sleep. But all good things alter and when Igor, the oil baron from Russia, came to pay court, Pip could only see disaster ahead. He was a pitiful excuse for a hero, but he still had sharp teeth - so when Igor made insulting, improper advances, Pip knew he had to act. Sinking his teeth into Igor's calf he hung on as the giant tumbled from his lofty heights, screaming "I always hated that Pipsqueak of a dog. Pip smiled inwardly, glad for the week's earlier disastrous encounter with a rabid rat. Pip was ready for the crematorium.

http://www.ianmears.com/photography/portfolio/portfolio-the-hardest-prison-to-escape-is-the-one-we-create-for-ourselves.html

"On awakening, he found that his hand was indeed perfectly normal."
by GS

I suspected that opening the cage door would be a serious mistake, but I felt compelled. Those beady eyes bore into my soul with great intensity, and I could not resist their power. My right hand was still on the open door when it attacked me, probably payback for those years of captivity. I grabbed a nearby drape to cover myself as protection from further attack, and then must have fainted. It seeemed it must all have been a nightmare since when I recovered my hand was indeed perfectly normal!

http://creativegreed.com/most-interesting-perspective-photographs-around-the-world.html

"She is meticulous in everything she undertakes."
by RMAF

She is meticulous in everything she undertakes, including scooping up all the perfect-bodied people on the beach. She thinks they don't belong there because it makes the rest of us people with rippled, adipose tissue look like we don't belong. They, the thin ones, are the ones who don't belong. We have something in common with the whales - we are big, shiny and beautiful with a lot of blubber.

Session Jun 15 2013



http://news.motorbiker.org/blogs.nsf/dx/51-weird-motorcycles.htm

 "He was disappointed but philosophical about the outcome."
by CC

Horst militarized everything. From his Krupps coffeepot to camo print underwear, he celebrated War. But Horst also had a secret: He could not kill. If he ran over a bunny in the road, he would sit in his study weeping for hours. One day he considered giving up his automobile altogether and riding a bike instead. Perhaps he could trick it out to resemble a tank, and strike fear in the heart of passing citizenry whilst sparing road-crossing rodents from a brutal death. On his first trip out, a squirrel flung itself beneath his treads and expired with a loud squeak. Horst felt a tear come to his eye but realized some things were just beyond his control. He was disappointed but philosophical about the outcome.



http://de.acidcow.com/pics/20110401/old_people_25.jpg

 "They also enjoy the odd nibble at the bed clothes, in fact anything hanging over the edge of the bed is at risk."
By GS

The doorbell was unexpected since I rarely see visitors, and the woman standing there in her bizarre costume was even more unexpected. She explained that she was my new neighbor directly across the street and had some questions. It seems she encountered some unusual pests in the house, little furry creatures which ate voraciously, and she wondered if they were all over the neighborhood or only in her house. Since they had also eaten her everyday clothes she had been reduced to wearing an old Halloween costume that had been locked in a trunk, thus explaining her appearance. She also reported that they enjoy the odd nibble at the bed clothes, in fact anything hanging over the dge of the bed is at risk. I had no prior knowledge of such pests and gave her the number for the local exterminator, but I think I now know why the prior tenant had vacated so suddenly with no notice. Should I start worrying about my possessions as well? This could be the start of a real epidemic!

http://74211.com/interesting-wallpaper-of-a-black-greedy-pug/

"All I have left is this photo."
By PV

When Zeke looked at the treat, he eyed it dubiously and with some trepidation. His vacillation must have irritated Sirius in his lofty throne 8 light years away. I could still hear the booming voice and see the walls beginning to crumble in this dog-deigned Jericho. I fled out, up the grassy fields paced by my frantic neighbors as their homes collapsed into giant piles of dust. About Zeke, I don't know. I've told him repeatedly that his pickiness would lead to the end of the world, but I still love him. All I have left is this photo.




http://www.bubblews.com/news/206623-some-interesting-facts-about-our-life

 "We finally had to admit he lacked all self control."
by RMAF

We finally had to admit he lacked all self control. Wisdom flew away in his life. He loved playing the piano so much he forgot to go home to his wife and children, he forgot to go to his job, he forgot to pay his bills. He forgot to comb his hair and brush his teeth. Finally, the night of the full moon came. It illuminated his life. By heart he played "By the Light of the Silvery Moon," "Moon Over Glocca Mora" and "There's a Moon Out Tonight." We can't all be good at everything. Personally, I love music. Music, to me, is more important than the boring, repetitious responsibilities of life.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/dayanne/interesting-combination-34bm

"In our increasingly graceless culture, where can we find the motivation to give?
By AD

In our increasingly graceless culture, where can we find the motivation to give? It seems like mankind lives in only a take and receive greedy time. Why are we like this? Why can't we help each other without expecting anything in return? I helped a woman walk her dog today - was I expecting anything like her talking to me, or was I doing this to try to give people the motivation to give?





http://www.empowernetwork.com/kishascott/businessontheinternet/29140-interesting-business-image/

 "What lies above you, calling to your spirit?"
By AD

What lies above you, calling to your spirit? Is it the moon, the stars or god? What calls to you, makes you who you are, gives you your feelings of joy, sadness and love? What gives you the courage to do things, the strength to push through? What gives me the courage and strength, what lifts my spirits, are the spirits of the ones below me as I walk on the border of life and death.

Session June 1 2013

"In the north and east they are highly migratory, heading west and south during autumn."
by PV

The flapping of their leathery wings was dying away. Maybe, just maybe, it was safe to come out. Muffin stayed back, uncertain after all had taken place this morning. Her world was upside down, the kitchen was in an uproar over the sightings and had neglected to put out the usual saucer of milk. Of course Slick Sylvester would know, he had weathered a lot of storms. Muffin felt sick to see all her siblings scattered in the grass like fluffs of thistledown. Their souls were seeping upward, gaining altitude, up, up and over the brightly colored fluttering leaves. Muffin remembered her mom saying "in the north and east they are highly migratory, heading west and south during autumn - those hounds of hell."

"She could not understand what he had been through."
By RMAF

The amorous female polar bear I met up in northern Alaska took a personal liking to me in my white hooted fur coat and muck muck boots. But I told her I had already gone through four divorces with big, bear-like women and wasn't willing to take another chance at love. So we waved good bye to each other.

"Then, without warning or fanfare, we won."
by GS

The feline dance contest was the highlight of the spring social calendar. Bootsie spent many minutes practicing his ballet moves, which is a long time for a cat, of course. Most of what they do is completely innate so practice is superfluous. The first prize of a whole can of tuna fish was the great motivator. As Bootsie's driver, I was also thrilled to be in the running since I could win the gift card for dinner at Mel's Fish House, the swankiest place on the Cape. The competition was formidable including last year's winner, Kittles, who did the tango. Did we even have a chance? Finally the day arrived and I drove Bootsie to the arena where he sparkled and received much applause for his Swan Lake.The results were finally announced, and then, without warning or fanfare, we won! The can of tuna was quickly devoured.

"Sharon drummed her fingers on the table, clearly worried about the same thing."
By TNT

Sharon is from New Jersey - she can't help it if her husband is a wrestler on Wrestlemania. He makes a good living even when he loses. His wrestling name is Bull-Nut Brain-Basher, the Unvanquished. He has a great physique married only by toes that turn outwards. He walks flat-footed; when he walks, he sways. He has been punched in the head too many times to remember where his house is so she always drives him home. Today Sharon drummed her fingers on the table, clearly worried about the same thing. She couldn't pick him up and she was worried he would get in the wrong vehicle and go somewhere else and then never find his way back to the New Jersey turnpike and the street where he lived. He'd probably take on a whole new identity and personality. How would she ever find him? Maybe she would have to put ad in the paper. But she had to miss this one performance. It was her son's first event. He was the wrestler in the other ring and she couldn't miss his debut. He had trained so long.

"It was a brilliant, even visionary idea."

By AD

I wear the fire of the sun like night cloaks itself in darkness. With my eyes I see the truth for I am seeing really seeing. The strength of ten men is within me but people hate Raku, Son of Rac, for I am a tiger. You humans are so quick to judge us. You are ruled by media, you hipsters, goths and youtubers don't pay attention to the real world. You see movies with tiger attacks or stories of men being eaten by my kind. Some tigers do eat humans but you are horrible choices for dinner with flesh salty like the sea, bones like glass and blood thick as oil. They fear us due to the stories, they see us a monsters on earth, demons, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Why can't you humans see that I just want to share the world we live in together. We share the same, see the same earth, the same sun and moon. This is both of our homes. I walk with you now with my young for this is our home too. It was a brilliant perhaps even visionary idea.

"Or are you planning to use voodoo on him, too?"
by CC

Oh, crap, Angela thought as her body flew into the air and fluttered above her desk, to which she clung with grim intensity. "Blaine," she cried to the man standing across the room. "I know I said I was glued to my desk and couldn't go out with you tonight. I know it was a poor choice of words. I'm sorry. I will go out with you!"

Blaine stroked the headless chicken he had sacrificed to the gods the night before. The bitch was dating Rick Peterson. He saw them yesterday at Starbucks cooing over their frappucinos. So as far as he cared, she could just be glued to her desk all night. "Aren't you going out with Rick tonight, Angela?" he asked. "I don't believe you want to go out with me at all. I think I'll just wait for Rick to show up."

"Then what, Blaine! He won't like what you've done to me. Or are you planning to use voodoo on him, too?"