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Tuesday Snippet and Twitter Thoughts

An illustration from Franklin's paper on "...

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The post is late today.  I’m blaming Daylight Savings Time.  It’s not really the reason, but I loathe the concept of DST enough that I feel no remorse in making it the scapegoat of my present frustrations and tiredness. Yes, I truly have no shame, denigrating one of Benjamin Franklin’s most lasting creations so…

Oh, well.

Let’s talk about Tweets, not twits (and no, this is not to imply Franklin was a twit; I’ve never met the man, but I do know myself, and the label certain fits where applied).  Added to my incapability to go to bed on time or adjust to a new sleep schedule (even with several months of warning), I find myself still struggling through the world of Twitter.  Yes, I use the platform; I participate in #wordsprints and #row80 gatherings; I follow people, and by some odd chance I have even garnered myself some followers.  Continue reading

Because I Don’t Believe in Sleep

It’s Wednesday–well, actually it’s almost Thursday given the time, but I had some great stuff, a mix-up of sorts that has been hanging around here and I wanted to post of the great links I’ve discovered recently.

Let’s see, we have the hilarious, but also thought-provoking post Amy Beth Inverness posted on her Sci-Fi  Q of the day:  Why Go to the Moon?

Then there is this cool piece of flash fiction by DL Thurston for this week’s Terrible Mind’s prompt the Unlikable Protagonist.

This piece from Out Magazine is likely not for everyone, but I found it cool.  I love learning about people…  all people.  And I really like learning about happy people.

Then I passed through a few blogs and Twitter pages I try to follow and found the oddest little hashtag–#3WW.  Granted, I think a lot of Twitter hashtags are odd, but they do grown on one.  And I suspect this one will too….

It’s Three Word Wednesday

The point is to make a piece of poetry that includes three words.  This week’s the words are angelic, ruin and foster.  Here is my attempt on short notice.


Hard walls hold,

brackish grey, ruinous mould

wrapped around the fragile center

shapes and cools

fires of non-angelic nature

fosters permanence

images of grotesques

and fools.

I’m not sure why…  Actually I started this thinking about Cadbury Creme Eggs and then the Weeping Angels from Steve Moffat’s Blink episode of Doctor Who.  Strange where the mind goes.