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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
The Good Things In Life
idol friends and rivals | week 0.5 | 290 words
The Giving Of Thanks


"Hey, toots, what'cha doin'?"

"Hi, Grandmpa. I'm doing my Thanksgiving project. The teacher asked us to show some things we were thankful for."

"Oh, so it's like homework. At your age? Waste of good play time, you ask me. What'cha got so far?"

"I have Mommy and Mittens and you… ice cream, and rainbows, and chickens—"

"Chickens! You can't put chickens, those things are terrible. They'll kill you in your sleep."

"Farm chickens?"

"In your sleep."

"Huh. Mommy likes chickens."

"Your Ma does not like chickens. She used to run from chickens when she was a kid, like they was gonna peck her eyes out. She ever saw a chicken, she'd be across the yard faster than you could say Tetanus shot."

"My mommy? Really?"

"Yep. She knew what was what, back then… What else you gonna put on there?"

"Maybe ponies and French fries, and… ladybugs?"

"Those are all good things, Pumpkin. I like 'em."

"What would you put, Grandpa?

"Oh, you know. Pretty much like that. And the Mets. And your Grandma Junie, of course."

"But Grandma Junie's gone now. Can you do that?"

"You betcha. We had forty good years together. More would've been nice, but we were lucky to get what we had. I'll always be grateful for that."

"Did Grandma Junie like chickens?"

"Kid, nobody likes chickens, I'm telling you."

"Do you think I have enough things I'm thankful for?"

"You're only six and that's a lot of words, so I sure hope so. Hey, you wanna get ice cream?"

"Ice cream, yay!"

"Go get your coat and see if your Ma wants to come. I'll put this stuff away."

Ah, Junie, you would've loved this little girl somethin' fierce. She's a real pip.


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26 November 2015 @ 01:04 pm
To those of you who celebrate it, I hope you're having a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Our daughter was able to come home from college, which was unexpected, so that's the best part of all for us. :D

We'd hoped to have Chinese food on Thanksgiving, as HalfshellHusband is our cook and his wrist is still broken. But everything is closed—not surprising, as this is a holiday virtually all Americans celebrate. The backup plan for pizza was foiled because it was reached too late—five minutes before Papa Murphy's closed, and they're not open this morning either. So, the daughter wanted to cook (I feel there should be quotation marks around that or something), and she and I went to the store late last night to get ingredients for mashed potatoes, whipped cream, and "whatever." We both decided a turkey was too daunting (and frozen and large), and I wouldn't know what to do with a pre-cooked one. We do ours on the Weber.

So, we are having steak instead (also a Weber project), potatoes, cornbread, and the chocolate pie our daughter made this morning, and probably a nice salad. Good enough, I say!

No parade-watching or football games yet, but maybe a movie this afternoon. For those of you who've heard me mention Limitless, I wound up looking up an earlier episode online the other night just to rewatch "Smart Brian" do clay-puppet theater on video (to get his points across to "Average Brian"), and then the inevitible moment when Brian arrives home to find the Colin Salmon baddie waiting in the dark and accosting him with, "Why is there a clay effigy of me on your coffee table?"

If you haven't seen the show, that kind of humor is what makes it irresistible to me.

Happy celebrations to the American folks, and happy Thursday to all others!

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
18 November 2015 @ 11:29 am
idol friends and rivals | week 0 | 308 words


"Come in, everyone, and find a seat. Anywhere will do. There are copies of the course syllabus on the tables at the ends of each aisle—be sure to take one. We have a lot of material to cover this quarter, and the course information will help you know what to do. Yes, keep moving, we're almost ready to start.

"Ralph Hardwick! Either behave, or drop the course right now. You've been a pest since you were ten years old, and everybody knows it. I will not have you treating my course the way you treated my front yard this past summer. Sit down, pay attention, and do not talk unless I call on you. That goes for everyone, people!

"All right, let's get started. This is "Introduction to Writing," and I am your instructor, Dorothy Dash.

"More than anything, this course is about words. Long words, short words, nouns, verbs, adjectives, and gerunds. There will be more words than you can shake a stick at, though why would you want to? We will read them, write them, digest them until they are part of us, until they consume our thoughts:
Wizzle, wuzzle, if words were puzzles,
then who would walk the dog?
"What is life, really, but words? We will—

"Sit down this instant, Megan Blakely, I'm talking!

"As I was saying, we will take words and move them around and ponder, and then we will ponder some more, because that is the essential part of what we do here. There will be four written assignments a week, mandatory attendance, and extra credit will be given to those who can guess what books I've been reading in my off-hours over the term.

"I do not grade on a curve, and I do not accept late—

"Hey! Sit down, you kids, for the last time. I mean it!"


The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
18 November 2015 @ 10:59 am
Title: Destination Nowhere
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Summary: Are we there yet?
Author's Notes: For the writerverse "All-Dialogue" challenge.


"Man, this is some desert. Where the hell are we?"

"About 20 minutes into the ass end of Nowhere from the last time you asked that question."



"Hey, Mike, do you know what's funny?"

"Yes. Do you?"


"Dude, ever since we left Roswell, you've been yammering at me like your 'off' button's broken. We've been driving for hours, and there are no signs of civilization anywhere. So, I'm not in the mood for jokes or questions. I just want to see Albuquerque again, is that too much to ask?"

"Heh. Maybe."

"Jesus, Jeremy, what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I think we've passed that cactus before. And those yellow flowers awhile back."

"Are you serious? How is that even possible? We're on a highway, and we haven't made any turns."

"They'll be come back again, you'll see. Just wait."

"And that's what you thought was funny?''



"The way you keep calling me 'Jeremy' is probably the funniest part of all."

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Heh. Ya-at-t'ay, Earthling…"


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12 November 2015 @ 03:16 pm
I'm woefully behind on reading my f-list and posting my own entries. It's been kind of overwhelming since HalfshellHusband broke his wrist, with more to do around the house.

HSH has been really sick for about 1 1/2 weeks now. He picked up something in the hospital while he was having or recovering from surgery, and it has led to severe dysentery. He got an antibiotic for it late on Sunday, and the treatment is heavy-duty and lengthy. So far, the stomach cramps are better, but nothing else is. I hope we'll see some results soon, because it's awful for him and it's worrying.

The plus side of our weekend was watching The Song Remains The Same, at our son's request. He's been listening to excerpts on youtube, and wanted to see the movie. I think HSH and I watched it about 20 years ago. I still find Robert Plant's performance kind of distracting, but the singing is good. I've only recently come to appreciate drummers, so wow to Bonzo's performances there, and I'm crushing on Young Jimmy Page because of his talent. So wrong, but there it is. I hadn't realized what a busy performer he was—none of his guitar work is ever in the "background" on a live performance. Amazing. I do wish John Paul Jones wasn't always parked in the shadows, or just never really featured. There are parts where you can hear him going nuts on the bass, and yet you can't see a thing.

Conclusion: I've spent most of the week at work listening to live Zep performances on youtube, including How The West Was Won, In My Time Of Dying, A 1969 Danish TV show session, and the amazing Since I've Been Loving You (since our son got me hooked on that and helped me process the fact that it is eventually not "Tea For One." It's from an album I rarely listen to).

My other weekend highlight was a run Sunday night that was the fastest I've done in years. 9:13 miles over 5 miles—whoo! I think some of the speed came from lengthening my stride, because my legs hurt for days afterward, in the same way they do when I visit Tryon Creek once a year and run where there's a lot of downhill. :O

I'm doing the mini_wrimo daily writing challenge this month, and of course, it's NaNo time. How many of you are working on some sort of November writing challenge?

Well, the weekend is coming soon, and at the moment I feel like I'm getting farther behind on everything—and we aren't even in the Christmas season yet. Halp!

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11 November 2015 @ 01:01 pm
I hadn't wanted to ruin anyone's mood with this last week, but there was some sadness at our house on Halloween. Our little black dwarf bunny died of dysentery. Poor little guy. :(

He was our daughter's pet (she's at college), and she was who got him into the vet a year or two ago for an eye infection. I hadn't done it myself, so I didn't realize that there are very few vets in our area who handle rabbits. He probably needed to go in the day before Halloween, but I was the only legal driver in the house (thanks to HalfshellHusband's surgery), and I was at work all day in another city. My mother was visiting all weekend, which made it hard to focus on anything, so by the time I found vet on Saturday that took rabbits, it was 11:45am and they close at noon... so they weren't answering the phone anymore.

It was a long, awful day of trying to hydrate a poor little animal with a dropper and pleading with it not to leave us--I've done that too many times over the last few years.

The timing just wasn't in his favor, which is a lousy reason to die. I feel like I failed him. He was a very sweet little bunny, and we expected to have him many more years. *sigh*

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
09 November 2015 @ 11:36 am
The insanity beckons once again, and I'm signing up for the next mini-season of LJ Idol. You can, too! Here's the FAQ and the sign-up sheet.

You know you can't resist!

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
06 November 2015 @ 10:41 am
Title: Gone
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Summary: They never talked about him
Author's Notes: For the writerverse prompt of "Middle Sibling."


My mother was the youngest in her family—though never the baby, she always insisted. There was no place for "babies" in the house where she grew up. Daniel was the oldest, strong and handsome and able to do nearly anything, or so she said. After Daniel came Peter, but they never talked about him. Mother only knew what Daniel told her, whispered moments years later when no one else could hear.

Are you allowed to miss someone you chose to betray?

It was winter in an already hopeless year when the man came to their door. He was dressed in gray, the color of the sky and of the fields that had lain barren for two full seasons. Grandmother could not offer him meat, for the herd had been sold off bit by bit to keep the family fed. She could not offer him milk, for the cow had run dry before New Year's Day.

The man needed neither food nor drink, he assured her. What he sought instead was a young person to assist him in his home and in his work—someone old enough to be taught and young enough to last. In return, he could offer her payment and the promise of prosperity once more.

My mother was a babe in the cradle, too little to be of use to anyone. The man might have been thinking of Daniel, but Grandmother persuaded him to take Peter instead.

They never saw either of them again.

The winter turned warm that year, rains softening the earth and preparing it for spring. The soil grew fertile, bringing forth the richest crops Grandmother had ever seen. She gathered in a harvest that paid enough to buy food for the next two years, and each year after the promise held until her children were grown and gone and Grandmother herself was finally dead.

She must have missed her son, whose fate she handed over so willingly in the weak light of a cold February afternoon.

But she never said anything about the child who was blood-price for their future, and her children never saw her weep or worry over whatever that poor boy's story might have become.


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31 October 2015 @ 11:58 pm
Just minutes to go before Halloween is over for another year.

This was a low-key Halloween for us this year. HalfshellHusband broke his wrist on Sunday, and had surgery on Thursday (lots of pain, despite the meds). Our son is too old for trick-or-treating, and my usual plan of walking around the neighborhood with him to see everyone else's decorations/etc. was foiled by his being at a party tonight, and also... my mother is visiting.

A week and a half ago, we thought this would go differently and that we'd have time to clean the house and such. I wound up doing that after work all week. I also missed the Yuletide signup deadline, because I was distracted. We are also down to one legal driver in the household. Our son can drive with an adult, but my husband couldn't really go anywhere after Wednesday, except to and from the hospital. What a week!

There are actual Halloween decorations outside, though, and we had candy to hand out. HalfshellHusband is progressively feeling better, though the night of the surgery I had to take him back to the E.R. because his pain level was unmanagable. He's on hefty narcotics, and there are still tough periods, but he says that overall the pain is tranding downward. So, that's good.

What did all of you do for Halloween? It has always been one of my favorite holidays, and it seemed as if it almost sidestepped me this year. Help me live vicariously!

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