It’s not-quite-lunch time, and I’m a bit hungry. What to choose, though? Fruit? Or candy? They’re both sweet. I’m not on any particular diet. I am conscious, however, of how I usually feel after eating each item.
That makes the decision easier. The apple is yummy!
More responses here: Daily Prompt: Tempted
My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice. — Newt Scamander
There it is. It’s such a great quote, from a great movie. Fantastic Beasts actually features many more great quotes, but that one made me nod my head super hard in agreement (and giggle a little.)
There are more great quotes here (slight spoilers): The 13 Best Quotes From ‘Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them’ Are Pretty Magical
and here: Our 12 Favorite Quotes from “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”
More quotes, and where to find them, here: WORDS CRUSH WEDNESDAY
Christmas was yesterday, and it was great. Morning brought the traditional opening of presents, a visit from a cousin and my significant other in the afternoon, and capped it off with some Christmas TV watching/hanging out with geeky friends in the evening and into the night. There are no blues here, with an epic New Year’s weekend incoming.
…hearing the rain after a long drought.
…smelling the air outside just after rain has begun.
…hearing your number called in a prize drawing.
…completing a blogging challenge.
…the title screen of a long-awaited and newly acquired game.
…downing an insanely hard boss in that new game.
…seeing “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” on the big screen again, and again.
…seeing it with a loved one.
…a silly message from a pal.
…a silly message from the significant other.
…a hug. A real hug.
…waking in a warm place in the morning.
…seeing the beginnings of a big smile on your loved one’s face.
…knowing they’re laughing with you.
…when you first catch sight of your significant other after an absence of any length.
…hard to completely describe.
…a gift.
Hmm. What’s this curious object I hold in my hand? It’s roughly double the length of one of my fingers, and a bit thinner as well, tapering to almost a point at one end, and with a clip-type thingie on the other. It almost looks like two cylinders-I think that’s the word for them-with one sitting inside the other.
As I push the clip between my thumb and index fingers, I notice the “top” (just a guess since it’s got the clip on it) section rotates, and, what’s this? There’s something slowly emerging from the more “pointy” end. A tiny, more pointing thing! It’s rounded on the end and not at all sharp-looking. There seems to be something on it. I touch it with a fingertip. It leaves a mark! Interesting. What if I move the “tip” across a napkin I have handy? The tip leaves a rough line.
This can be fun. Maybe I can make a set of lines and shapes, some sort of art of some kind. I try this. It’s not going so well, as I’m not much of an artist. Perhaps there’s some other use for this that I’m better at. Well, I know some letters, maybe it’s good for that.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe in the middle of the night
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler had a fine fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there’s none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
This is an interesting one because it’s not entirely clear exactly which king, with the name Cole, this is referring to. I see 3 contenders listed here:
The origins of the Nursery rhyme lyrics of Old King Cole are based in history dating back to 3rd century. There is considerable confusion regarding the origins of Old King Cole as there are three possible contenders who were Celtic Kings of Britain, all who share the name Coel (which is the Celtic word for the English word Cole). Historia Regum Britanniae (History of the Kings of Britain) by Geoffrey of Monmouth (1110-1155) refers to a King Cole as a king of the Britons.
My interpretation is that, whichever king this was, he was a king who liked to party, and late into the nights pretty often. Whoever created this rhyme was likely a witness to at least some of the festivities, likely a servant of some kind. That’s just my best guess, as I have no particular expertise in this field of history.
Prompt: The Nursery Rhyme Challenge
One of the richest men in the world now has God as his personal assistant.
Source: [Mashable]
I like how the article says that it’s unclear if Freeman was paid. Yeah, I think he got paid, and probably handsomely. That’s definitely a good choice of voice for a personal assistant. I was using the Waze voice for quite a while. I would also consider Susan Bennett (the voice of Siri) as well. Knowing that Susan was only paid for her initial recording sessions (before Apple acquired that company), and no royalties, I doubt it’ll be anything beyond his recording fee.
We’ll probably never know for sure.
Prompt: The News and Paper Challenge
It’s a simple intention that I post here, but a habit I hope to keep up. I intend to post something, anything, every single Monday in 2017. I further intend it specifically to be here, on my personal space online. For now, I’ll have it be for #MicroblogMondays since I’ve got a reminder set to remind me. Soon enough, I want it to just be a habit.
As I got off the telephone with her, I imagined showing her this dusk I’d seen a few times while strolling along the shore next to the old fence. She accepted the invitation so easily, and that made me feel less nervous, for the time being. If I am at a loss for words during our stroll, I’ll try and remember and recite this poem, and hope it doesn’t spook her:
In,
search of skin,
color no matter,
brighter or darker,
tell no one,
I will take someone,
Ssssshhhhh!
– ghost, me!
We’ll see how this goes!
Prompt: IBMC #06: The Mass Media Challenge
She’s gorgeous, I think to myself, wondering what I should do besides intently stare into her brown eyes. She’s saying something about a movie we’ve both seen, although not so recently for myself. I am confused at times. Should I sound? Should I echo? There’s a jumble of thoughts in my head.
“I like broken hero types, like Elliot in Mr. Robot,” I say, trying to relate the movie to a show I’d recently gotten into. He’s completely unlike the typical hero type she’s excited about in the movie, but she isn’t taking my troll lightly.
“What’s he got going for him, huh? Broken in what way?” She hasn’t seen much of the show, so I need to explain a bit more. “Well?”
I try to think quickly, temporarily distracted by a flash of her eyes in their sudden intensity. Ugh! Thoughts – they do what we don’t ask for! I laugh a bit, out of nervousness, struggling to answer.
“You need not answer all the questions! You can just laugh and laugh again,” she smiles mischievously.
“You’ve got pretty brown eyes, you know,” I stall. It’s true, but I’m not sure yet how to explain what I mean still. I knew it! That I don’t know! I still have to try, though.
“You’re just stalling now,” she teases.
“Well, this is tough, since I haven’t seen much of the show yet. I’m still trying to get a feel for the main characters.” This was true, only having seen the first 2 episodes.
“It’s true!” I plead. “I was trying to think of something about the show when you flashed your eyes. At times, we pretend to think on one and actually think everything else!”
“Alright, we’ll come back to this later. I want to see if you still feel that way after a few more episodes,” she grins. “Thanks for the compliment. You better have meant it.” She gives my hand a squeeze.
“Oh, I did.” I squeeze her hand back.
Prompt: IBMC #05: The Not So Quite Quote Challenge
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