Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we learned that one of the hitmen after Larry and Andrew is a former Serbian secret service guy. The lieutenant knows a guy who is a Serbian crime lord. The Lieutenant doesn’t think the guy is involved but might know something. He and our guys were just getting ready to leave when the Major of the highway patrol came in.  He reported that there is a rumor on the street of a contract on Larry and Andrew but nothing concrete. Let’s catch up with the Lieutenant, Larry and, Andrew as they arrive at the location of the Serbian crime lord’s place.

 

“I’m glad the Major decided not to come. I think it would have spooked my guy?”

“You have a name for this guy?”

“Nikola Stanković. Of course, this would be like John Smith here.”

“Popular name in Serbia.”

“The most popular.”

“Could be a fake.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Let me do the talking. These guys know me.”

“You hang around them a lot?”

“No, but I have put a number behind bars, and as Nikola once said, “Mrzim te, ali imaš čast.”

“Okay. I’ll bite.”

“I hate you, but you have honor.”

“Well, that is a happy note.”

“I hear someone coming to the door. Stand back, we don’t want to spook him.”

“Da?”

“Hello. My name is Lieutenant Mayfield with two friends, and we would like to see Mr. Stanković.”

“You have appointment, yes?”

“Well, we don’t have an appointment, but as an old friend, I’m sure he will see us.”

“Here, you wait.”

“How tall is that guy anyway?”

“I would say six-feet ten. Not one to mess with for sure. Here he comes.”

“Mr. Stanković will see you. Hands above your head.”

“Just do as he says. He will take your weapon, but from experience, I always get it back.”

“Be careful with that, Boris?”

“Not Boris. Vlado. Follow me.”

“These guys have a minimal sense of humor, Larry. Let me do the talking.”

“Ah, humor. Boris funny guy in Serbia. How you say funny stuff?”

“Comedy?”

“Da. Good joke, he does. Count of Serbs to kill vodka bottle?”

“Okay, Vlado. How many?”

“None.”

“None?”

“They drink bottle. Only kill people.”

“Okay, then. That was a good one.”

“Here, wait. Mr. Stanković comes.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #266 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo

Kreative Kue #266

The Trip by John W. Howell © 2020

“Well, sweetheart, are you ready?”

“I am m’love.”

“As soon as the photo is taken, we need to get into the wagon and start toward Paris.”

“Okay, then that’s it. The photo is taken. We need to say goodbye to our children.”

“We will miss them.”

“It is only for a little while. That will be perfectly safe here.”

“I know it’s just sad that they can’t come with us.”

“You know that the journey will be rough, and it seems cruel to subject them to hardship.”

“I know you are right. Okay, let’s go. The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll be there.”

“That’s my man. You do know that Paris is a two-week wagon trip from here. right?”

“Yes, you’ve explained it. What I don’t understand is why we are taking a wagon when we have a perfectly good Peugeot in the garage.”

“Remember when I said we need to make a grand entrance when we arrive in Paris.”

“Yes, I do.”

“That gypsy wagon will be the best show possible.”

“Tell me again why you are wearing garlic and me pomegranates.”

“To ward off the evil magic on the trail.”

“Thought maybe it would be mosquitoes. Also, why the mustache?”

“You know full well the Mime business is a man’s world. If I’m to get even a notice, I need to make people believe that it doesn’t matter that I’m a woman.”

“So when we get to the audition, you are going to pretend to be a man?”

“No. I’m just going to cast doubt on a preconceived notion.”

“All very confusing, but you do what you need to do.”

“Easy for you to say since you look like a man.”

“What do you mean look.”

“Let’s just get going, shall we?”

“Who’s driving?”

“Me.”

“Figures.”

 

Ten Things Not to Do at the Launch of George Orwell’s 1984 in 1949

Top Ten Things Not to Do

 

Since a lot of us are writers and this week marks the 71st anniversary of the publication of George Orwell’s 1984, I think we all should go and see what it was like at the launch. If you are going to go grab a copy of the list of things not to do so, you can prevent any time warping mistakes.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the Launch of George Orwell’s Novel “1984” in 1949.

10 At the launch, do not try to pass yourself off as a friend of George Orwell. If you do, at best, most will ignore you. At worst, someone will ask if you know his name. (Now you are in a pickle, Labhrainn. George Orwell was a nom de plume for Eric Blair. Since you didn’t know that you look like a fool.)

9 At the launch, do not cut in front of Tiny the WWF champ in the autograph line. If you do, at best, Tiny wasn’t paying attention. At worst, Tiny, who just skipped his anger management class for the fifth time, is now angry. (I guess he calls that a choker hold, Laccy. In most wrestling matches, it is outlawed since it is also known as the Grip of Death. I think I would apologize while you can still talk.)

8 At the launch, do not ask George if he is going to do a sequel. If you do, at best, he won’t hear you. At worst, since he is not feeling well, he may find your question a little rude. (He is suffering from Tuberculosis, Lache, and will not last a year. A quick check of history would have given you the information to avoid the question.

7 At the launch, do not suggest to George that the title of the book Nineteen Eighty-Four a Novel was chosen as an inversion of nineteen forty-eight the year it was finished. If you do, at best, George is distracted. At worst, George will take offense since he spent time working on the title. (You’ve done it now, Lachlann. George is looking around the room for a gun. You see, he carefully crafted the title. The book was initially titled  The Last Man in Europe. He then chose 1980 and moved it to 1982. 1984 was a late amendment to the manuscript.)

6 At the launch, do not ask George if he knows who Janice Joplin is. If you do, at best, you’ll get a stare. At worst, George will have to admit he never heard of her. (Way to go, Ladd. Just because she started out with a group called Big Brother and the Holding Company, there is no way he could know her. Now you have several people wanting to know if you are crazy.)

5 At the launch, do not suggest to the publisher that the book’s cover might be an impediment to sales. If you do, at best, the publisher will be talking to someone else. Ar worst, the publisher will ask about your book cover experience. (Of course, you have none, Ladon. All you know about covers you read on blogs. The cover may be a little plain but did turn out to be successful and sold over 30 million copies.)

4 At the launch, do not mention the copyright expires in January 2021. If you do, at best, everyone will be drinking and not listening. At worst, George’s lawyer will wonder what exactly brought this subject up. (Since it is 1949 and the copyright runs for 70 years after the death of the author, Laertes, the lawyer is wondering what you know about George’s life. I think it might be time to hit the way back button.)

3 At the launch, do not ask about the movie. If you do, at best, you’ll not be asking the publisher. At worst, the publisher will want to know what you know about the plans for a movie. (As usual, Lafayette you know there was a movie made in 1984 but none of the details. The film was released in October of 1984. At the time of the book launch, no one had even thought about a movie. I think the publisher wants to talk to you.)

2 At the launch, do not start using words from the book. If you do, most won’t know what you are talking about. At worst, George will overhear you and wonder how you came to know the jargon when you just bought the book. (This is a bit of a sticky wicket, Laius. Sure we are all familiar with words like Big Brother, doublethink, thoughtcrime, Newspeak, Room 101, telescreen, 2 + 2 = 5, prole, memory hole, and Orwellian but these folks won’t come to know them until they read the book. Oops here come George. Better have a good story made up.)

1 At the launch, do not mention George’s other books, notably Animal Farm, unless you have read them. If you do, at best, the person you said them to has not read them either. At worst, you will be talking to a rabid fan, and you will be pressed by several questions. (Okay, I think it is time to leave, Lambert. Not only are you over your head, but George is heading this way since he heard you were a big fan.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Deer Check

I thought it would be a good idea to look around the neighborhood and check on how the deer are doing. Come along.

Someone’s front yard and a doe.

Our neighbor’s front yard with a doe and fawn. The fawn is caught kicking up its hind leg.

A doe in our yard wondering what we are doing here.

A doe looking for some tasty blooms.

Can you spot the deer across the street by the bush? Twiggy sure can.

A fawn in our front yard wondering what we are doing there.

Mama and baby take a lunch break on our driveway.

The weekly herd picnic. (glad it is not my yard)

Fawn wondering where mom is going.

A very young buck. His little antler buds are just beginning.

An older buck but still with a small set of antlers.

Looks like the deer are in good shape. Thanks for coming along, and I hope you have a great week.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Fan

 

stream of Consciousness Saturday

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and this week’s prompt is explained by Linda Hill. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fan.” Use it by itself or find a word that starts or ends with it. Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

If you would like to join this merry band of enjoyment, seekers visit Linda’s blog and read how. Here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 6/2020

Fan by John W. Howell © 2020

“I wonder if I should go all fanatic?”

“Fancy that you would even wonder.”

“Well, I was just fantasizing about how to handle the prompt.”

“Linda hill fanbase central here.”

“Oh, come on. I’m not even close fanwise.”

“So what is the prompt? Fantasia?”

“No, nothing of that fantasy caliber. Just use Fan or a word that starts with fan.”

“Fantastic. I know some fan words.”

“I’m sure your’s will be fantabulous.”

“Are you being serious or just doing a fandango on my mind?”

“Let’s just say I’m a superfan.”

“Wait a minute. You just ended a word with fan and without any fanfare either.”

“It’s allowed. Just me displaying my fanciness.”

“I have to say that was fantasmic. Can we stop now?”

“I think we cover the fan world completely .”

“And maybe a little more. I think I am suffering from fantigue.”

“Don’t you mean fatigue, you of the word fancywork?”

“Normally, yes, but this bit has me in fantasyland.”

“How about a drink? A Fanta orange soda, maybe?”

“How about a barley pop on the fantail of my boat?”

“I knew there was a way to get a ride on that fandangle of a boat.”

“Next time, fantanista?”

“Yes, new-fangled one?”

“No fanciful games, just ask.”

“Fine. I mean fan.”

Friday John Ku – AKA – TGIF

“It’s a beautiful day, Lucy.”
“That it is Little one. It’s Friday so that makes it better.”
“Let’s go outside and ruckus.”
“Right behind the Boss who is right behind you.”

 

It is Friday again, and I know Twiggy is happy. She always looks forward to Friday for some strange reason. She’ll be glad it’s here.  As for me, it seems to be like any other day for sure. In fact, I was thinking (Uh oh) while on a bike ride. A ton of random thought came into mind. I hope you’ll bear with me as I share them with you.

  • Why do men over fifty think they look good in sleeveless t-shirts? Those hairy shoulders beg for a forest fire.
  • How come it is so hard to read the contents of cardboard boxes at the curb. Come on, manufacturers just spell it out. How else will I know what my neighbors are buying?
  • Why do some people insist on riding their bikes toward traffic? I guess they want to see in advance what hits ’em. (also they do not know the physics relating to the velocity of two objects closing in on each other)
  • What is up with people leaving dog poop bags on the street? I know I’m not going to pick them up.
  • How come so many people have come to the decision that there is no virus? I see way too many clumps and no masked folks to suit my comfort.
  • Where is Joe Biden? Is he still running for President?
  • Do we have enough supplies for a second wave of Covid-19? Well, let’s hope so, except most of the stuff is still not being stocked. (Like thermometers)
  • Protests for a cause are a good thing. The destruction of property is not. It is good to see protesters stop lawbreakers.
  • I wonder where the new normal will settle. Police state? Lawless society? Endangered human species? Who knows?
  • The Presidental election is five months away. What will be the significant
    “It’s a beautiful day, Lucy.”
    “That it is Little one. It’s Friday so that makes it better.”
    “Let’s go outside and ruckus.”
    “Right behind the Boss who is right behind you.”

    issue that decides who gets the most votes? The economy? Covid-19 response? Law and order? International relations? Immigration? Maybe there will be more issues. Who knows?

Today’s John Ku talks about random thoughts. I hope you have a great weekend.

Thoughts by John W. Howell © 2020

Thoughts don’t ask to come,

They show up without warning . . .

Then it’s your worry.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy

Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey, Lucy, I’m just finishing breakfast. Want to play?

“Sure, Little One. I like this little squirrel.”

“I call that one, ‘My Baby.’

“Oh, I guess you don’t want us tearing it up then. How about this toy that looks like lights?”

“I’m not sure, Lucy. I’m thinking maybe a new toy.”

“Oh brother. You have maybe a hundred.”

“Yes, but sometimes there is a need for a change.”

“I would keep your voice down. I could see the Boss hitting the ceiling at the thought of a new toy.”

“Okay. I’ll do the lights. IT seems I just played with these.”

“That was yesterday. Do you want to play ‘Keep away?'”

 

“Can I take a rain check on that?”

“Okay. You having a problem?”

“No. I just can’t make up my mind about which toy to play with today.”

“Let me know when you are ready. I’m telling you, though, that you need to get over it.

“Yeah. I know. Maybe Flamingo.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA Hump Day

Hump Day
“Anyone want to play?”
“Is it Friday?”
“Still Wednesday.”
“Check back Friday.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we got a warning from Andrew that he thinks Larry and he ought to be careful. Although it sounded like a DUH statement, I think Andrew has a good gut, and we all should pay attention to it. The State Trooper Major is off contacting his informants to see if he can turn up a lead on who might be offering a contract on Larry and Andrew. In the meantime, the Lieutenant is coming back with some information on one of the dead assassins.  We better get back there to see what has developed.

“Hey, guys.”

“Lieutenant.  Do you have any information?”

“Yeah. We got a facial hit on the guy in Starbucks.”

“I’m dying to know.”

“Looks like he is a member of the Serbian underground. He is one of a few guns for hire from the old Slobodan Milošević days.”

“That guy was taken out of office in 2000.”

“Yeah, our man was a young punk in the secret service back then. He was in his forties when you killed him. I might add looking at this guy’s rap sheet you were lucky that he didn’t get you before you got him.”

“What is he doing here in the US?”

“I would say he took a contract to eliminate you. We are checking with Homeland to see when he came into the US, but that’s going to take time.”

“I’m not sure it is going to be meaningful information anyway.”

“Yeah, you may be right. What is important is who hired him.”

“Right back to square one.”

“Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean?”

“Unless whoever hired this guy posted his need on the dark web, there has to be a connection. Maybe a Serbian connection.”

“You know anyone like that?”

“I sure do. He is a major player in the dirty deeds department.”

“Think he might be behind thee attempts?”

“It doesn’t sound like his MO, but I’m sure he knows something. Let’s go talk to him. I know exactly where he’ll be right now.”

“What about the Major?”

“Sure, he can come.”

“I mean, shouldn’t we wait to see what he finds out.”

“I was meaning to do that. Here he comes now. What did you find out?”

“Well, it looks like there was a contract for a hit, although my source didn’t want to talk about it.”

“So he knows nothing?”

“No, I would say he knows enough that he doesn’t want to be involved.”

“Did he mention the Serbs?”

“No. What about them?”

“Our hitman was an ex secret service guy for Slobodan Milošević.”

“Ye Gods. You guys are in a world of trouble if the Serbs are involved.”

“Pretty comforting hey, Andrew.”

“Told you I had a bad feeling.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #265

In Keiths words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The Photo.

Kreative Kue #265

Tea Time by John W. Howell © 2020

“Look out for that cart.”

“Yeah, I’m clear of it. Thanks for the warning, though.”

“I’m telling you these folks heading for their tea are downright dangerous.”

“Don’t you think it ironic the woman is in a cart, and the Tea place is named the Tea Caddy?”

“It sort of caught my funny bone, yes.”

“Next, we’ll be seeing golf balls dropping on the street.”

“Yes, and men in golf shoes click-clacking all over the place.”

“Good thing we are pretty far from the golf course, or this could be a reality.”

“So where to now?”

“How about we head over to the fabric store. There are some tweeds that I have been dying to check out.”

“Tweeds?”

“Yeah, I might want to have a jacket made.”

“For what occasion?”

“Nothing special. Just to have it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything but a t-shirt.”

“I know. I think it’s time to upgrade a little. I might want to have something that doesn’t have advertising on it.”

“Boy, that just doesn’t sound like you. Everything okay?”

“Just because I want a jacket?”

“How are you and Steve getting along?”

“Just fine. It’s just a jacket.”

“You having an affair?’

“Oh please. Never mind. Let’s just go to the t-shirt place and see if there is anything fun there.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay. I’m just your best friend is all.”

“There is nothing to tell.”

“I might want to look at some tweeds.”

“Is Ralph cheating on you?”

“No. Me looking at tweeds is normal. You not so much.”

“How about some ice-cream?”

“You depressed?”

“For gosh sakes.”

“I got it, right?”

“It’s just ice cream.”

“Sure,”

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do at The First Mention of Scotch Whisky in 1495

 

Scots whiskey

This week marks the 525th anniversary of the development of Scot’s whiskey. Although we are not certain of the exact date, it was this week that commemorates the written evidence of its existence. I published this post last year, but I think some of you may have missed it. Here it is again.

The anniversary of the first written record of Scotch Whisky appears in Exchequer Rolls of Scotland in 1495, and Friar John Cor is the distiller. What is not recorded is how the folks at the time reacted to this new development. Just in case time travel becomes a reality, here is a list of Things Not to Do as you visit this new development. The hope is it will keep you out of trouble or, more importantly preventing you from causing a tear in the time continuum that might preclude the development of this beneficial elixir. (gasp) So if you are going, take this list and be careful. You will have the benefit of all humankind in your hands.

10  If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not ask for your portion on the rocks. If you do, at best, no one will understand you. At worst, your host will think you odd but will add some stones to your chalice. (Ignoring the fact that you don’t know where these rocks have been, Hido, you need to smile and drink your portion. Yeah, overlook those little floating bits at the top.)

9  If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not forget to tip Tiny the WWF champ who is an usher at Lindores Abbey in Fife. If you do, at best Tiny will make sure you miss the tasting by ten minutes. At worst, Tiny, who just finished losing his jousting match, will view your oversight as a vote for his opponent. (Now you have gone and done it, Hilton. Tiny is still trying to recover his self-esteem, and that piece of silver would have gone a long way. Might as well relax during the spinning body drop. It only hurts for a little while.)

8 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not be confused by the description ‘aqua vitae VIII bolls of malt.’ and ask out loud, ‘where’s the Scotch whiskey?’ If you do, at best, everyone will be confused. At worst, the guards will take you to the tower for a few questions like, ‘How long have you practiced witchcraft?’ (Might be best to tell the guards you have the flu and were out of your head with fever, Hiram. That rack looks like it might be painful.)

7 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not attempt to get on your horse to ride back to the inn after you’ve sampled a few flagons of Brother John Cor’s invention. If you do, at best, you’ll realize it is not the thing to do. At worst, you and your horse will eventually be pulled over by James IV’s guards and booked into the dungeon. (Apparently, there is a law against riding under the influence (RUI), Holland. Now you are going to have a permanent record on file.)

6 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not ask for chips and salsa to go with your portion. If you do, at best, you’ll get a joint of mutton. At worst, the king’s chef will demand to know how to make this chips and salsa thingy you requested. (Looks like this guy is a relative of Tiny the way he keeps swinging that butcher knife around, Holman. You know how to make it right? If not, you know how to run, don’t you?)

5 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not volunteer when Brother John Cor talks about a smoke. If you do, at best you’ll have helpers to fetch the peet. At worst, everyone else knows John Cor is not talking about a doobie but needs more peet to fire up his malting operation. (That peet operation is dirty and sweaty, Homayoun. You gotta dig bricks of it and carry it five miles to the abbey. You want to avoid this if at all possible. Of course, now it is too late. Better hit the time machine and disappear.)

4 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not ask for a jug to go. If you do, at best John Cor will think you are joking. At worst, he will try to find something to house the scotch. (Sadly, all he can find is an earthen pot that was used to feed the dog, Honon. Your first sip at home will let you know that the dog’s primary food source was whatever the humans didn’t want. Your scotch now has the essence of hog entrail with a finish of fish head.)

3 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not suggest putting the whiskey aside for twelve years. If you do, at best, all the king’s men will laugh you off the island. At worst, John Cor will. take your suggestion, and there will be no scotch before it’s time. (Your only worry now, Hormheb is how to avoid ten thousand archers, lancers, swordsmen, catapult operators, and knights for the next twelve years. Yeah, I didn’t think you wanted to try. Hit the way back machine.)

2 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not try to explain soda to John Cor. If you do, at best, he will be confused. At worst, he will be offended that you think his product needs enhancement. (You can stop singing the song ‘Scotch and soda, mud in your eye, baby do I feel high, oh, me oh, my,’ Hosea. John is still not going to unlock that dungeon door.)

1 If you witness the mention of Scotch whiskey in 1495, do not put on a tartan kilt without knowing its history. If you do, at best, no one in the abbey is at war with the clan represented by what you are wearing. At worst, you picked the tartan of the most aggressive clan on the island. (You have two choices, Houman. Either pick up that broad sword and start defending yourself or drop the kilt and try to convince those advancing Scots that you were just joking. Maybe the fact that you don’t wear underwear under a kilt will underscore your claim of a joke.)