Coffee Cup Down

coffee-1030971_1920“Come take a look at this!”

Coffee cup down.

“We need to talk.”

Coffee cup down.

“Meeting. Five minutes.”

Coffee cup down.

“Everyone, stop what you’re doing and follow me.”

Coffee cup down.



*The cup is a metaphor for actually trying to accomplish your goals.  The world will stop you.

**Wowsa! Dark. Go out and try stuff.

***But recognize that your efforts are futile.

****Yeesh. That above point is wildly untrue.  Go try, do, build, make, learn. Better yourself and those around you.  Life is grand.

*****But, you know, brace for failure.

******Sweet googly moogly what sort of week has this been?

*******A typical one.



**********We can make our own reality by trying to succeed!

***********Do or do not, homie. There is no try.

************That’s my entire point.

*************Well played.

**************Optimism wins the day!

Just Pictures


via Pixabay

“Pictures.  They’re just pictures.  You know what people can do with Photoshop these days? Come on. No one will believe they’re real.”

“Reality is constructed, built upon that which people see.  If it can be seen, it can be believed.  Right now, even the possibility that something can be seen builds reality for some.”

“Dave, come on, man. Look, look, I’ll delete the files.”

“You know what people can do with cloud storage these days?”

“Nah, no, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You saw too much, Marcus.”


“I am sorry for this. You were a good photographer.”

Wilbur Robs a Jewelry Store

Long, deep, loud breaths.  Wilbur could feel his heart race, pulse pounding in his ears.  All he could hear was rapidly pumping blood.

“That heist went south, Man.  How did they get there so fast?” Wilbur’s partner in crime asked.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know.  We got the jewels. We got the money. We’re going to be alright,” Wilbur explained.  He was hardly convinced his own words were true.  His spine pressed into a cold wall of red brick.  He didn’t know what street he and his partner had found refuge on, but he knew the buildings here were not going to hide them for long.

Sirens grew loud and soft again as squad cars moved down a nearby street.

“We have to move,” Wilbur told his partner. Continue reading

A Very Quiet Six Word Story


The Invisible Man was shy too.

Pender Bear



“What did you do?” Jonah screamed as multiple blood vessels became very visible on his forehead.

“We call it a Pender Bear.  It’s a spider-penguin-grizzly combo.  Things last night got off. the. chain. Amazing.” Wanda informed the lab’s chief scientist.

“You two were meant to be creating a diet supplement pill.  How did this thing happen?” Jonah asked.  His tone was quieter, but the blood pressure still a problem.

Francis chimed in to help his lab partner, “well, it was a really late night in the lab.  I remember saying, ‘hold my drink’ and 10 hours later this guy was with us'”

Jonah contemplated the creature before him.  “Find a way for it to be related to dieting and you can keep it.”

“Not a problem, boss.  This thing…this thing encourages running,” Francis said.  He and Wanda glanced to the floor.

“It glows in the dark, some how.  Pender Bear is terrifying,” Wanda explained.

Jonah nodded his head, “innovative.  Good work.”


People on the Highway

With the book promotion (free book right here!) going on, I thought perhaps now is time to get back into the series that started it all.  Ah, nostalgia.

I took a new job about six months ago.  No longer working from home, I have taken to a regular commute.  I’m only on the road for thirty to forty minutes in the morning, but rejoining the commuter lifestyle has been incredibly odd.  That is in part because I am on the road at 5:00 in the morning.

5am is a totally different beast than 7am.

Most notably, car accidents are different at 5am.

Today’s tale: Dude, where’s my bumper? Continue reading

Job Recommendations

“Job recommendations? Don’t mind if I do, Online Job Board,” Rob said, clicking a blue link.

His job search had thus far been a painfully slow crawl.  The resume upload, the resume review, the resume revamp, the resume re-review, the resume re-revamp; each step taking longer than expected, longer than hoped.  He had gone in and out of a number of jobs over his life in the workforce. Nothing had kept him interested.   Guidance of any sort was quite welcome.

“Alrighty, let’s see what we have here.” His eyes darted around the list of near by jobs that matched his resume.

“Accountant. Nope.  Data Analyst? Never again.  Technical writer brings about seasonal affected disorder in the heart of Spring.  What the heck is that?” Rob moved a little closer to the screen, unsure if his eyes were telling him the truth.

“Dog sitter? The resume either has a typo or I am starting to doubt the algorithm.”


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