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July 22, 2015 I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done. I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them. I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC. |
As I understand it this is the first Prompt for blogging with Andre in March, dealing with music?  1 .What Instrument does Andre Play? 2.Why? 3. And with who has he performed? As Andre knows I'm a journalist. Even my muse is grounded in reality, so it isn't easy to answer questions of this nature? However, with Andre's help I learned that he is exceptionally fond of the Kazoo. Why? Because I learned on a Bing search, that there are three rules to playing the Kazoo. 1. Put your mouth on the wide end. 2. Hum your tune. 3. Stop if you're driving someone crazy. As everyone knows ignoring the third rule is an ingrained habit in Andre's personality. Andre says you can make a kazoo out of a carrot, but it is pretty awesome if you can figure out how to make one out of a banana? Even Andre hasn't figured that out yet. Mostly because he eats the banana before he finishes making the kazoo. Who has Andre performed with? I'd guess lots of bands. For instance, Jimi Hendricks and The Red Hot Cili Peppers have used kazoos in their music. I read that in a search on Bing but, I could not verify any specific music by either band. I did find an announcement that the original Red-Hot Chili Peppers will be releasing an album on April 1, 2022, called, "Unlimited Love." The date may throw some fans. There is a possibility Andre played with the Cadets when they were playing, "Stranded in the Jungle." Surely, Andre was playing with "Lucid Dreams" at the Grand Opening of the bar. In any event I learned a lot about the kazoo. Andre has picked an exceptional instrument to play because, there are not a lot of people playing the kazoo professionally. It's one way to become well known in the musical world. apondia#1781748 |
Funny Friday. Final Day. You know what that means... Funny Final Friday You and your muse are invited to the Blame on my Muse Awards Banquet. Write about the event in today's blog entry. ![Merit Badge in The Pub Bunny
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As people stand up riotous clapping and cheering are occurring. Apondia floats both hands in a downward move and people sit down. First, I have sent my muse to the basement to get some participants in tonight's festivities. My muse has been gone for a while, so, because it went to the basement I don't know when it will return or if it will return. Second, for those of you who are experiencing some mental problems including barking sounds and growling within your mind. I want you to know my muse and I were at the Shelter for homeless Muses this week. We are fostering a Jack Russel terrier type muse. I wasn't going to bring it here. However, my muse did bring it and turned it loose in the room right after we arrived. It is running around trying to give everyone it touches an adventure of a lifetime to write or just experience. For those of you who are not familiar with a muse or insist muses don't exist, there is a new commercial hitting TV which will send you to a website, where you can hire a therapist to deal with your mental stress. Another thing I want to express is about the Shelter for homeless muses. It has the most amazing types of muses there. So, if you are experiencing a lack of writing ideas, be advised for a couple of candy bars as payment you can take home enough wildly unusual muse to give any writer a brain change. I see a hand waving at that table. What? A question? Sure, go ahead. I don't know. Ask Kevin who runs the shelter. Maybe they would take it back? Probably wouldn't give back the candy bars. Rent a muse? Maybe, you better ask Kevin. Just then the door behind the bar opens. A couple hundred monkeys flow into the bar. Grabbing vines many of them swing into the air hooting and howling like monkeys do. Some of them sat on the floor on the stage others sat on top of tables all over the room. Apondia whispered, I see you made it back. The muse responded, I hope I did not bring to many. There were a lot of them around today. Apondia clapped her hands several times and asked for quiet. Munchkin come up here please? Munchkin a rhesus monkey hopped up on the stage. She was wearing an astronaut suit. Munchkin has a request for me to tell you about. Munchkin is a few times removed relative of Albert the first monkey person in space. If it were not for Albert, there would not be any type of space flight for humans. He gave his life, not necessarily his permission, so science could make space flight possible for humans. So, Munchkin thinks we should all lobby congress for a special holiday in Albert's name for all the monkeys of every variety over the years that have given their health and life to further any type of scientific breakthrough that benefits mankind. As you go home tonight think about it and call your congress man or woman. Anyone who makes it to the moon, mars, or beyond from the earth owe their travels to monkeys. The last order of business I want to mention is Monkey Shines. You may not know it but there are hundreds if not thousands of people thinking about monkeys. Monkey emblems, movies, and holidays out there are dedicated to monkeys. The monkeys will be passing out cards with a website on it you can look at and think about how important monkeys are on the earth. Many are endangered, because they are losing their habitats on the earth. There are also cards on the bar you can pick up that will send you to the website. The website is actually a part of Monkey Shines a way to celebrate a lunar Day or any day you choose. You can learn more on Facebook if you go to the monkey shines Facebook page. https://www.windermerepc.com/blog/entry/what-is-monkeyshines-how-do-you-do-it I'm finished. Let's turn this celebration over to Andre and Brother Nature or Lilli. Whoever is in charge of giving out the awards. After they are finished, we have a band called "The Monkeys". You can dance the night away. Oh! a last note. Don't try to follow the monkeys home. You could get lost in the basement or even run right into a cement wall. Have you ever watched monkeys dance that's a lark? word count: 932 - prompt 34 = 898 |
Today you've been coerced into fostering a rescue muse. Yep, Tell us about your experience at the muse shelter. Describe some of the muses and their sad history. Decide which muse you are going to adopt, then choose one to give to one of the other bloggers, tell them a little about the muse you chose for them and why you thought it would be the perfect muse for them. Do you know what would be fun? This is Andre's idea Give rescue muses to your Writing.com friends and tag them in your entry. The muses will thank you for this. Quote: "Muses work all day and then at night get together and dance." by Edgar Degas FOSTER WHAT? A tall thin young man was sitting at the desk in the reception room. Let me guess? Your muse needs a muse? Not exactly, my muse wants to foster a rescue muse, he didn't tell me why. Sign this visitors book. Then, you can go back to view the muses. They are kept in special cages with sound canceling bars, so they cannot influence you to turn them loose. Do not put your fingers through the bars, some of them bite. He pointed to a hall behind his desk. Back there first room to the right. As we entered the first cage held a large butterfly. It was yellow with brown spots on the wings. The wings spanned three feet. The sign on the cage said. Specialty - environmental influence. Look the sign says this muse is here because its original owner froze into an ice block while trying to build a home in Alaska without using proper heating elements. I said to my muse, Let's look at some more. The next cage had a glowing white unicorn. The sign read: Specialty = philosophy and spiritual ideals. Hmmm. The sign also states you can only give this muse to someone with a good Scriptural understanding about the earth's inner core. I wonder what that means? My muse tapped my mind: over here, over here. A lazy extremely fat looking leech looked at us, then, belched loudly. His expelled breath smelled like a live distillery. The sign on the cage said: Specialty when sober: all types of Beer brewing methods. You like this one for Robert Waltz? The muse chuckled, yes, yes. I wrote down the cage number 4, on the tag given to me by Kevin the guy at the receptionist's desk. Look it says its previous owner gave it up for adoption because he graduated to a new vodka drink mixed by Andre with a mystery ingredient. Look at this one. It was a malemute dog sitting in the doorway of a small igloo, which was placed on a high pile of snow. Specialty = all kinds of stories relating to low temperatures and tons of snow. This would be great for nanamom.I wrote down the cage number 6, on the tag. Nanamom has a lot of snow at her home now. Maybe the muse will help her with new stories for WDC. We viewed cage after cage. Some had been abandoned for making their previous owners terrified of what they might write, other previous owners died trying to write the perfect story, still others, lost their will to write due to lack of time and energy. Look at this one; I pointed out a gorgeous fairy with a backpack settled between its' wings. The sign said, Specialty = controversial subjects - adult discussions and commitments - free speech encouraged. This muse is looking for a writer who likes to travel and uses their brain with proper enthusiasm for comments related to any subject. Let's give this one to Kare Enga. The muse stated with a songlike vibration in my brain. I wrote down number 21 on the tag. O.K. Do we need to keep looking? I found the one I want to foster; this one. He pointed to a wild looking little dog. Specialty = adventure facts and stories. We will return some other day. There are so many I have to check with the muse alliance to see if there is something else, we can do to move more muses out of captivity and into a better lifestyle. At the desk I handed the tag to Kevin. We'll take these. I can have them delivered. You owe me two chocolate candy bars for each muse. Unless the writers who use them hit it big by selling a novel, that everyone wants to read. If real money gets involved, I need a couple boxes of Kelloges Rice Krispies and some real cash. Why Rice Krispies? They are so scarce I figure they will be like gold to use as currency someday. I dug some candy bars out of my purse and left them on Kevin's desk. We will take the little dog with us. You can deliver the rest. Bye Kevin we'll stop in again someday. Never know when you need a muse. word count: 830-prompt 101 = 729 REFERENCE: https://www.overallmotivation.com/quotes/muse-quotes/ Andre's Idea |
Write about what you find or discover in the basement, and how you find your way out. or if you find your way out Do you meet anyone down there? Is your muse helpful in helping you navigate a path back upstairs? "Paradise is calling. If you’re reading this, I know you feel the calling!"{https://dreamdashjournal.com} Monkeys and the Muse Hi, Lilly. She is sitting behind the bar, on a high stool. a cup of coffee in her hand. Hi, Apondia, what are you up to today? I was wondering, at the end of the Halloween party all the monkeys trooped out of here through that door. I pointed at the door behind the bar. Where did they go? You'll have to ask the basement guy? He is doing inventory in the basement. If you are going down take this ball of string. Sometimes people go down there and don't come back. Tie it to the bottom of the stair railing so you can find your way back up. She handed me a large ball of string. Don't worry, I'll take the string. My muse is going with me so I think I'll be O.K. At the bottom of the stairs, I tied the string to the railing. I could see a person sorting boxes by a tall piece of shelving. Hi, I'm Apondia. I'm the basement Guy. What are you doing down here? Looking to find where the monkeys from the Halloween party went? Good luck with that? Woo, what is that high pitched noise? It's coming from over there by that shimmering wall. I covered my ears. As I started to move toward the shimmering place, Basement Guy yelled from a new position halfway up the stairs. Hey! Don't go over there. Then he ran up the stairs and through the door into the bar. The noise was getting stronger. I reached the place on the wall that was shimmering brightly in all the colors of the rainbow. Then the muse spoke, close your eyes, listen to the sound. Imitate the sound with your voice and move quickly forward. I obeyed the voice of the muse. I started imitating the sounds of a sweet song that vibrated in my mind. After a few forward steps I opened my eyes. I was in a whirling grey stringy vortex. I took one more step and found myself in a small clearing. Behind me the shimmering wall and vortex had disappeared. I could see the string reeled out across the ground. The ball of string was still in my hand, and it was not getting any smaller. The muse pointed out trees beyond the grassy clearing. We walked toward the trees. The grasses along our path were wildly colored tropical types. We identified clumps of red sedge, Blue Fescue, and pink cotton candy grasses. Many different heights and styles of grasses were around us as we walked toward the towering trees. Bunny tails had white blossoms on a dark colored stem. There was a lot of different colors of fountain grass with long green and red leaves with fuzzy seeded leaves in red and purple varieties. It was a good start because behind all the brilliantly colored grasses were trees of tropical types we never see in the North. I saw Golden cane palm trees, coral barked Japanese maple trees, yellow trumpet trees, and windmill palm trees. Then there were the tropical forest trees we walked through that held the monkeys. Many of the varieties of monkeys I had seen at the party were there. Andre dropped out of a nearby tree with a banana in both hands. One of the bananas he gave to me. He showed me how much fun the monkeys were having playing games of tag in the trees, he showed me how they use tools to find and eat food. There is a sign there calling this place, Monkey Land. It is a memorial to the Rhesus monkeys and even the mice that were the first space travelers. A true story: scientists used Rhesus monkeys as the first space travelers. They measured thrust pressure results and other science-based health results by putting monkeys up as the first travelers in space. Many, especially the first ones did not survive. The very first one was named Albert. Albert was a rhesus monkey. Monkeys are considered intelligent because they use their brains to make tools, play games and map their environments, so they know where to find regular supplies of the types of foods they eat. My muse walked with us and told me it was time to get back. I started rolling up the ball of string. Andre gave us the idea that he would like to have the ball of string to give to the younger monkeys to play with. So, I held it out and he bite it in two. I gave him the ball which he sailed up into the trees. Monkeys started chasing him and as we wound up the string that was left on the ground leading us back to the basement, there was a riotous game occurring in the trees we left behind. Getting back was just a reverse of getting out of the basement. As we followed the string across the clearing the musical sound came back. We sang our way back into the basement. Then, untied the string and walked up the stairs, through the door and into the bar. Lilly was still there drinking coffee. I gave your ball of string to Andre. It's O.K. I have more. Come back anytime. The monkeys like visitors. Yes. It's time to go home and sit with a cup of tea. Adventures make me tired. Bye. Bye. See You on "Questions of the Day" tomorrow. Reference: https://www.si.edu/newsdesk/releases/monkey-movements-explained-forest-structure... https://history.nasa.gov/animals.html word count 965 |
| Because Writing.com is an American-based web business all muses are deemed American citizens regardless of the nationality and location of the author. I don't make the rules. Your muse just announced its candidacy for president of the United States of America, and you are the campaign manager. Write a winning rally speech for your muse. You can be the campaign manager for Andre the Blog Monkey if you'd like. ![Merit Badge in Point of View
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Happy Birthday! Belatedly. I like your point of view *^*Bigsmile*^* ~Adrienne](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Point_of_View.gif) by Muhammad Ali: “Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth.”) Campaign Moto:Peace and Agriculture Walk Hand in Hand No one was prepared for Donald Trump to win the presidency. Now, they are not prepared for this announcement. Andre the Blog Monkey for president, Bonzi Buddy for Vice President, and Curious George as Secretary of State. The following are detailed ideals for these three unknowns to ride into the limelight. The USA needs farms: The seasons in different parts of the country are varied enough to be raising extreme amounts of corn, rice, fruits, nuts, all various kinds of crops used in various ways. If we push extreme farming into our culture. Using modern equipment, we could be a major competition to other countries and push the world into a race to grow agriculture. Our candidates want to channel resources from the government into small farms and large growing enterprises that would open the gates to agriculture as it has not been open for many years. A second campaign suggestion by the candidates equals a way to disassociate war as a way to change the world. Peace would be a major campaign push. Can we succeed in making a worldwide peace campaign? The candidates only promise to explore every possible avenue to gaining a worldwide peace, sociological and phycological. So, the agricultures of the world can succeed with beneficial crops that bring societies comfort, health, and social acceptance. Peace and Agriculture walk hand in hand. As President, Andre the Blog Monkey promises to bring a sincere safety to Bonzi Buddy online. Bonzi will no longer be considered a hazard to your computer. Changes in the character will make Bonzi a national help in poems, jokes, and actual tools that keep your software up and running. As Vice-President Bonzi would eliminate all attacks on your computing systems. Bonzi wants to aid the system in WIFI for all and safe computing for all. This would actually help the Peace in the country grow. Peaceful computing and a peaceful society. Peace and agriculture walk hand in hand. Let's think of banana forests. You could reach your government with contact to your Vice-president any time of day or night. Curious George asserts, when the entire nation can get behind the administration, as it works with ensuring a peaceful atmosphere in the melting pot of the nation, you will see unseen changes in your country's society for the better. If insurance is what you want, then there is a need to modernize the insurance industries, so they work for all and do not necessarily mean overextending profits for the upper monetary classes of the nation. There is a lot to be accomplished and as a start we make no promises other than our eyes are on the nation with a sincere wish, that our children will inherit a sounder governing body as Peace and a growing agricultural knowledge base, effect change. We close with questions from the audience. Bonzi Buddy will moderate the questions. Andre the Blog Monkey will give you answers. Hugh crowd cheering and clapping as the audience stands up, can be heard as the news coverage moves to comments from the audience. Word Count - 607 - 69 prompt = 538 |
| You have to prepare a complex meal for a special occasion, all of your family and friends will be in attendance. Oh, oh... You are completely out of every ingredient, and you don't have time to go shopping. You have to send your muse out shopping, there's no other option. What do you send your muse to shop for? What does your muse return with, and how does your dinner party turn out? This has actually happened to me more than once. When we reroofed the house, I knew we should feed the workers. Some of them worked for slave wages others worked out of the goodness of their hearts. I got in the car and headed for one of the local centers of civilization. Just the day before I had heard a advertisement about one of the fast-food places selling sliced beef sandwiches at a reasonable price. I ordered 25. I had not called ahead. Nevertheless, they put my order in and filled it. Once at home the food disappeared quickly. My daughter and some granddaughters live in a neighboring state. I never know when they are going to show up. I never seem to have a lot of cash or food when I get the call they are on their way. It really isn't much of a case about what to feed people. If the muse helps it is with ideas about a menu, that is quick fix and easily found. Usually, the muse says send K. One time I sent K for fast food Chicken. Baked some potatoes and set the table. Other times I sent K for cold cuts, cheese, and burger buns. Still, another time we just sent K for pizza. So, having refreshed my mind with the Prompt. and having the lay of the land for a family meal I have to say. Being completely out of every ingredient just doesn't happen here because we have to shop once a month for the whole month. So, stocking up is a necessary type of shopping. If I was going to prepare for a family gathering on the quick, I would still send out for burger and hotdogs. Start up the grill. Take strawberries out of the freezer to thaw. Bake a very large amount of shortcake. Serving strawberry shortcake, sloppy Joes, or burgers and hotdogs on the grill would do it. I'm not sure what people consider complex. If I shopped for chicken, salad ingredients, put out pickles, celery sticks, carrot sticks, chips of some sort, and cheese and baked potatoes it would cook fast and feed a lot of people. The muse would be more helpful with the conversation. As a family we often get together for short needs. Haying time, graduations, fixing automobiles, so a real family gathering would just mean catching up on what kind of jobs people have, how well they have been, what kind of phones we all use or how the dog training is going. We all have rescue dogs and this year at least three members of the family took in a new dog. All different breeds but, because they are shelter dogs, they have mostly the same training problems. Lots of laughter about any problem would be a real thing. In this respect my son-in-law had just rescued a new dog as a companion to replace the very elderly dog he had lost to age a year ago. Just weeks after the new dog came into the family, he contacted covid. He lost his battle with Covid, but the family is keeping his dog. In Greek mythology Zeus had 9 daughters that gave out inspirations to artists, musicians, and writers. I like this reference: https://www.infobloom.com/what-is-a-muse.htm A muse is someone, who has such an influence on another, that he or she becomes the focus and inspiration for that person's creative work. by Gary Crystal According to the website link a muse can be a spiritual entity or a human loved one. I also think you can mistake the advice from the Holy Spirit as advice from a muse. Although this statement might start a controversial conversation. {THE END} Word Count = 690 - 73 for the prompt = 617 |
| You've been on an extended vacation, your luggage is packed full of souvenirs and acquisitions from several countries. You have to cross a border into a small country with heavily armed security and many large warning signs written in a language you can't read. You and your luggage are pushed in front of an angry border officer, who proceeds to yell at you in an unknown language. Just then, your muse materializes in its physical form, and says to you, "Don't worry... I got this." Tell us how the rest of your day went. Hope this does not have to be a total fiction story. I'll start out with a fictitious hopeful paragraph. The Muse would tell me to open the luggage. My muse can be quite practical. Before I went to the border crossing, I would have packed knowing what I could and could not cross with. I would speak plainly in my native language and the muse I hope would put some sense into the armed security guard. My willingness to participate in search and seizure might calm things down, unless the guard was intent on making trouble. With passport in order the rest of the day would go well since I managed to cross the border in a peaceful way. If the guard was obnoxious maybe I could find an interpreter to help solve the problem. I find when there is a muse involved, things just unfold. Not necessarily the way I think they will but usually with some semblance of order. Now I'll proceed in a more nonfiction story. I was married at the age of 18. My first husband was killed in an automobile accident. He was an airman stationed for a while At Howard Airforce base at what was then, the Panama Canal Zone. My 9-month-old son and I flew there on a MAT flight to join him. Richard had acquired an automobile while he was there. One day soon after we arrived, we went to the local. Bureau to register the automobile. My first husband was a red-haired person. Our son was born with red hair and the complexation that goes with this physical human traight. There was a very long line at the registration booth that day. Richard left us resting in the parked car while he joined the line. The registration bureau was only a booth manned by a Guardia National officer. The officer would stamp previously filled out paperwork for a fee. The booth was situated in a large parking lot, so we were in sight of the line of people the whole time. My son was jumping up and down on the car seat watching everything around us as a baby of that age is likely to do. It was hot outside. He was wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit that left his chubby arms and legs bare. The line was long, so we sat there quite a long time. All the windows in the car were down and I had a fan to fan us with. We were parked so the sun was not coming into the car, and we were comfortable enough even though it was a very hot sun shiny day. Suddenly a Guardia National officer complete with weapon rapped on the side of the car. He pointed at my son and began to speak Spanish. He seemed very agitated. I could only speak English. He became more excited as he tried to get across what he wanted me to know. He waved his hands and tried to find English words to use. He finally came up with oh, oh, poor baby. Over and over. Then he would point at the sun. Then at the baby. I was confused, shook my head. No, he is OK. It went back and forth. Poor baby. No baby OK. Then after a few minutes it struck me. My son's skin had a reddish cast to it which is a Red-haired child's natural skin tone. The officer's idea was that the child had a bad sunburn, and his mother did not know it. Just then my husband returned to the car. I pointed at his red hair and complexion and then to my son. The officer took one look at my husband and realized what I was pointing out. He pointed at the sun and shook his head No? In a questioning manner. I shook my head and pointed at my husband again. He laughed and laughed. So, did I. There is a reason red haired people are often nicknamed red. The rest of the day I smiled at the incident and even today it gives me a good laugh to think of it many years later. I can remember the situation well enough to believe there was a muse helping us communicate somewhat in spite of the language barrier. A muse communicates in whatever the situation may require. It's the thought you did not expect, that makes a comment you did not know you were going to write. Word count: 838 includes prompt apondia#1781748 |
| Anything written in this story is attributed to Andre's influence. MONKEY BUSINESS FOR ALL Tricksey had her hands on her hips. She threw up one hand pointed her finger and shook it. "No. no. no. Don't even think it". "O.K. I won't think it." Kythera smiled a wide close lipped sarcastic smile."I will do it though, tonight!" Kythera turned walked into her bedroom and quietly closed the door. Later Tricksey heard movement in the library. She gave the door a rather violent push. A young rather slender man was standing by the book shelf. Tricksey gasped, "Kythera is that you?" "Well it isn't anti Matilda!" Looking at a man's watch which now rested on her wrist, Kythera slipped on a suit jacket which matched her three piece suit and tie, complete with tophat. "I'm off." Tricksey followed her to the door peering out as she left. "She looks like her father in that outfit." Kythera had always wondered what went on at the meetings of the Dighton All Men's Club. In Sunday church Reverend Danforth had made an express invitation to the males in the congregation to attend the weekly meeting and hear an acclaimed speaker. Kythera was going to slip in and listen. Mr. Earthly was greeting people at the door. Kythera cringed because he always thought he was the center of the solar system. She waited a few minutes, when he left she slipped into the room. Kythera looked around. The room was a large rectangle with a stage at the front. It held a microphone and had heavy blue curtains at both sides. There were small 2 or 3 person tables setting randomly around the room. They were crowded together and would seat at least 75 or more people. She took one at the far right hand side. Situated close to the wall of windows. The dark drapes across the windows blended with her suit, shielding her from the heavy lights at the front of the room. She took out a small notebook and pencil, so she could take notes if she wanted. The tables were filling fast as men streamed through the entry way. A waiter stopped momentarily at her table and asked what her order would be? In anguish,she attempted to lower her voice and make it rougher as she ordered a Root Beer. The waiter looked at her a little strangely, then moved to another table to take other orders. Soon the waiter was back with a foaming mug of Root Beer, also a bowl of peanuts and pretzels. As he moved away he turned to look at her again. Kythera was beginning to relax a little as know one else seemed to be looking her way. Soon, Lord Richard John Bingham the Earl of Lucan, walked onto the stage and approached the microphone. We have a surprise entertainment. Miguel Corte and his monkey companion are here to tell you about an amazing trip. Let's give them a hand. The Earl turned to his right and spoke. "Miguel?" The room of men clapped loudly as an Indian chief dressed in soft deer hides and a trailing headdress walked onto the stage from behind the heavy blue curtains. His companion was a monkey dressed in a tuxedo and smoking a cigarette. Miguel leaned into the microphone." Um I want you to meet Andre. I just met Andre tonight and he agreed to answer some questions. I'm having some trouble with interpretation so, um, Neil Berriman has agreed to help us understand what Andre has to tell us. Um. Andre could you put out the cigarette it's a no smoking zone?" Andre fumbles in a pocket and pulls out a small ashtray. He places the cigarette in it and spits on it with a whole lot of drool produced by his floppy monkey lips. Then he grinned a big toothy monkey grin and says, "eh,eh, eh." then salutes the audience. Miguel asks, "Andre, what kind of cookies do you like? Andre jumps up and down waving his arms and screeching. "Mr. Berriman did you understand that?" Berriman stands up from a table in front of the stage and joins the two by the microphone. "Andre clearly wants to know, to what kind of cookies are you referring?" Miguel looks puzzled, "Are you referring to ingredients?" Andre started twirling around jumping up and down and making sounds that are assuredly laughter. Berriman says, "Um, he likes the kind that track the people who stop at his website." Miguel draws back in a startled way and says," Oh. well I was referring to the kind you eat." Andre screeches in monkey language, "Banana of course." Which actually everyone in the room understood. Well then Miguel returns to the conversation, what is your favorite beverage? Andre emphasizes, "Banana Daiquiri." Again Miguel is startled into silence. Mr Berriman intervenes, "You travel a lot Andre. Tell us where you recently traveled?" Andre becomes very still for a moment then he moves over to Berriman and whispers into his ear. Lord Lucan has set a large sketchbook on an easel on the stage near the trio. Berriman addresses Andre. "Yes! go ahead show us what you saw." As Andre sketches Berriman turns to the audience. "Andre recently took a cruise on the USS Cyclops to the Greater Antilles." Andre stepped aside giving a clear view of his sketch The sketch shows a saucer like vehicle floating on raging cresting high waves. He had also drawn storm clouds and high gusting winds in the atmosphere above the saucer. Men in the audience were jumping up from their seats. One man shouted, "where is the ship you were on now?" Andre was standing alone in the center of the stage. He just turned his hands upwards in front of his body and shrugged his shoulders. As shouts went up all over the room and most men were on their feet. Kythera got up and quietly slunk out the door. Entering her home, she stripped off the short wig she wore and shook out her long auburn hair. Tricksey flew into the room, " Your back. So, what was it like?" Let me get out of this garb and change into some nice feminine clothes. When she returned to the room she had stripped off the fake mustache, combed her long locks, and settled ino a soft frilly gown. "Well Let's hear it?" Tricksey was biting her nails. "You know how we always talk about how males and females don't understand each other?" "Yes?" "Well you wouldn't believe the kind of monkey business that goes on in an all male meeting." The End Word Count:1104 |
What's the Secret of the Bermuda Triangle? Unless you've never been near a drugstore paperback rack and don't surf cable channels late at night, you've undoubtedly heard of the Bermuda Triangle, aka the Devil's Triangle. It's an area of water between Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda that, according to pop mythology, contains some sort of malevolent force that causes ships, planes, and people to disappear, never to be seen again. Some have put the blame on extraterrestrial invaders capturing humans for study, on inter-dimensional vortices, and even on oceanic flatulence (methane gas erupting from ocean sediments) REFERENCE:https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/bermudatri.html https://www.history.com/topics/folklore/bermuda-triangle https://www.livescience.com/20645-ufo-sightings.html BERMUDA TRIANGLE "during very unstable weather conditions the down burst of cold air from aloft can hit the surface like a bomb, exploding outward like a giant squall line of wind and water. A similar event occurred to Concordia in 2010, off the coast of Brazil. Scientists are currently investigating whether "hexagonal" clouds may be the source of these up-to-170 mph (270 km/h) "air bombs" REFERENCE:BERMUDA TRIANGLE, WIKIPEDIA As recent as two weeks ago. An extremely loud burst of sound struck the area where I live. It was reported by many people on Facebook. Questions were raised about the occurrence. We have been experiencing some unstable weather, weather stations in the area were consulted. One explanation was given that it could have been a meteor entering the atmosphere somewhere close as the sound was reported in many small towns and rural places in the area. To me it sounded like a sonic boom. An object moving faster than the speed of sound causes pressure waves in the atmosphere moving quickly away from the source. I have read about the Bermuda Triangle for many years. It covers approximately, 500,000 square miles of ocean. It is traveled regularly, by ships and airplanes, that never experience anything out of the ordinary. The name for this area was first used by a writer, Vincent Gaddis, in an article written for Argosy Magazine. All over the world in 7 different oceans accidents happen to aircraft and ships. They do not happen more in the Bermuda Triangle, than anywhere else. The Bermuda Triangle is considered folklore; started by writers looking to earn money with fanciful stories. Only instead of the fictional fantasy angle; They built up a supposed angle of reality based on loss of aircraft and ships. Have we lost ships and aircraft in that area? Yes. If we don't have evidence about why and how they were lost it becomes a mystery. Suggested reality says the losses are due to weather conditions, human error, or unexplained natural causes. Finding them in the deep waters of the ocean takes special equipment and salvage. Where to look is always a problem? Someday all the mysteries the earth holds will be solved. As for Andre I've traveled with the mischief monkey. I thought it was always wise to monitor his intake of Banana daiquiri? WORD COUNT: 485-PROMPT 96 WORDS = 389 |
| Soon before 10 pm on 7 November 1974, Lady Lucan, hysterical and blood-covered, burst into The Plumbers Arms in Belgravia, London. She was screaming about the murder of her children’s nanny and that she had barely escaped with her life. What’s more, she named her estranged husband, Richard John Bingham, Earl of Lucan, as the attacker. What happened to the Earl of Bingham? "Does a professional gambler commit suicide?" The 7th Earl of Lucan was estranged from his wife? Press releases state that he was engaged in a serious custody battle with his wife. I tried to find our just what problems broke up the marriage. It would give some clues to the whole mystery. I also tried to find out, who was the father of Sandra Rivett's child, Neil Berriman, who was given up for adoption. He was the same age as the 8th Earl of Lucan. Lady Lucan was aware of all the facts related to the Nanny's child. In an effort to learn who the father of Berriman was; I was reading a file from an English newspaper when windows came up and went blank with a notice that changes were being made. I could shut down the file and reopen it, I could continue to read. When I did that, the new file was changed. All references to Berriman were deleted. Focus was on the possible reasons for the Earl's disappearance. All other efforts to name the father of Sandra Rivett's son came up blank. Neil Berriman believes Lord John Bingham, the 7th Earl of Lucan is living. At the age of 85 he is said to be living in Australia. Even though Berriman approached English Police about his facts; they don't seem to have looked into the same case that was brought to them by the nannies son. Over the years, police have traced different sightings of Lord Lucan to no avail. Always the facts do not produce a living fugitive. Will the truth ever be known about the disappearance of lord Lucan. Time will tell. If enough pressure is brought to bear on the right people. After people who are involved have died and there are not so many legal possibilities to be gained. Someone may come forward with proof and bring closure to the legal file. Or not! references: Wikipedia for facts https://inews.co.uk/culture/television/lord-lucan- https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7940419 word count:391 - prompt words 63=328 |
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