tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post6673264884993470668..comments2024-03-29T08:07:09.703-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 Minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-26745502062579539562016-06-12T21:59:45.613-07:002016-06-12T21:59:45.613-07:00Good site.Good site.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-51410221172718132532016-06-11T09:38:29.450-07:002016-06-11T09:38:29.450-07:00So naughty! LolSo naughty! Lol Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-90321573323100252272016-06-11T09:36:47.910-07:002016-06-11T09:36:47.910-07:00Interesting portrait of a hacker. I enjoyed it.Interesting portrait of a hacker. I enjoyed it. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-18772786991739937412016-06-11T09:34:00.241-07:002016-06-11T09:34:00.241-07:00Blessed are you for describing it well.Blessed are you for describing it well. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-10281130673024366522016-06-11T09:31:31.341-07:002016-06-11T09:31:31.341-07:00So much truth and so bleeping creative.I've fe...So much truth and so bleeping creative.I've felt that angst before. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-65666007965741412132016-06-11T07:40:41.338-07:002016-06-11T07:40:41.338-07:00Thank you! One day... one day...Thank you! One day... one day...Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-86242584074431984252016-06-10T23:30:58.423-07:002016-06-10T23:30:58.423-07:00Caoilainn twisted this way and that, examining her...Caoilainn twisted this way and that, examining her reflection in the glass, admiring the way her newly acquired skirt swirled around her tall black boots. She raised her arms, testing the fit of her tunic, and then twirled in a circle, letting her skirt spin out around her.<br /><br />There was something to be said for the way nomadic women dressed. The brash colors were not exactly to Caoilainn's taste, but the freedom! Oh the freedom and comfort of wide, wide skirts with no farthingale beneath, and of loose-fitting, free-flowing tunics. She did not miss fussy, leg-o-mutton sleeves, and she was almost inspired to say a prayer of thanks for being corset-free. The practical, low-heeled boots were a treat for her feet, as well.<br /><br />Yes, there was something to be said for Gypsy clothing. Perhaps there was something to be said, too, for becoming a spy. If nothing else, the clothing made it worthwhile, and she had a suspicion that spying would yet offer more benefits...and more freedom.<br /><br />"Freedom," Caoilainn said, smiling at herself in the glass. "What a perfectly lovely word."<br /><br />She twirled again, her skirts flaring around her, threw her head back, and laughed.lbclark75https://www.blogger.com/profile/06976461452839934801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-22615519219287012202016-06-10T23:11:00.656-07:002016-06-10T23:11:00.656-07:00"...I must turn to whine instead" <--..."...I must turn to whine instead" <-- This might be one of the best lines ever. Stuck the ending, too. Nicely done.lbclark75https://www.blogger.com/profile/06976461452839934801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-62084648138020415532016-06-10T23:08:33.671-07:002016-06-10T23:08:33.671-07:00Love the hopeful uptilt at the end.
Love the hopeful uptilt at the end. <br /><br />lbclark75https://www.blogger.com/profile/06976461452839934801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-78379075223976897082016-06-10T23:06:52.004-07:002016-06-10T23:06:52.004-07:00Off to a good start. I'd like to read more. :)...Off to a good start. I'd like to read more. :)lbclark75https://www.blogger.com/profile/06976461452839934801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-90818149367471668942016-06-10T23:02:42.952-07:002016-06-10T23:02:42.952-07:00ouch indeed. ouch indeed. lbclark75https://www.blogger.com/profile/06976461452839934801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-17635125310856047932016-06-10T20:27:58.170-07:002016-06-10T20:27:58.170-07:00Marty sat at his computer, typing rapidly, pausing...Marty sat at his computer, typing rapidly, pausing only to sip from a lukewarm mug of coffee and nibble tortilla chips. While the USA was in a state of dramatic sociopolitical chaos and upheaval, he liked to think of himself as the most dangerous radical of all: a hacker. He grew up comfortably middle class in suburban Fremont, California, and by day he was a computer science major at San Jose State, but at night he lurked the deep web under the nickname Methuselah, ironic when he was a scrawny 20-year-old kid who couldn’t even grow a beard. <br /><br />He'd been tinkering since he was a little boy, coding simple little games and playing pranks by exploiting the weak security of his middle and high school computer systems. By graduation, he was disseminated cracked games and other petty computer crimes. He always excelled on standardized tests, breaking 2200 on the SAT and a tested IQ of 171, but couldn’t be bothered with everyday schoolwork; he resented the fact that that was why he didn’t get into Berkeley or Stanford. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart enough, he just couldn’t be bothered slogging through all that menial, pointless paperwork. But it was in college that he went from disgruntled, apathetic, nihilistic, to radicalized. In his exploration of the deep web, he got involved with the kind of political forums where people talked about things that could get a person incarcerated.<br /><br />He made friends, outside of the few other nerds he knew from school and gaming. He didn’t hang out with kids like them in high school, because they were intimidating and didn’t seem to respect him. But now he had a new crowd, who were more respectful, but he still learned a lot from them. He stayed up late talking to this girl, Luanne, about coding, hacking, and seemingly everything else. She was maybe the smartest girl he’d ever met; he was duly ashamed to admit it, but he was surprised to learn first that she was a girl, then that she was black, and later that she was even very cute, petite with short-cropped hair and a little steel nose ring. He was always sad, but not surprised or angry, that she had a boyfriend. He’d met them both a few times in meatspace, when she invited him to parties and he found the wherewithal to attend.<br /><br />Those parties sometimes got a bit too wild for Marty’s comfort. He didn’t mind the ever-present blunt smoke, but it made him uncomfortable when couples rounded third base on the couch right beside him, while he sat there quietly sipping a weak rum and Coke, or others broke out little bags of cocaine and started chopping lines on the dirty fiberboard coffee table.Danimalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15226216295217819865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-6282996994359148552016-06-10T17:21:41.532-07:002016-06-10T17:21:41.532-07:00Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy more...Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy more mac and cheese Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-73246810953072938392016-06-10T17:20:11.758-07:002016-06-10T17:20:11.758-07:00Yikes... what a lot of good writing in a scary pie...Yikes... what a lot of good writing in a scary piece... we live in hope... we act in hope...Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-69280563264865831412016-06-10T17:18:02.133-07:002016-06-10T17:18:02.133-07:00ah, this is beautiful. Thank you.ah, this is beautiful. Thank you.Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-39560403167440264122016-06-10T16:38:05.589-07:002016-06-10T16:38:05.589-07:00Exactly like that. And just as devastating!Exactly like that. And just as devastating!Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-90041853609480224582016-06-10T15:59:22.528-07:002016-06-10T15:59:22.528-07:00Is "Divine wind" kinda like having gas?Is "Divine wind" kinda like having gas?Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-43084179773991643302016-06-10T15:55:52.702-07:002016-06-10T15:55:52.702-07:00Like some invisible sleight of hand we are dealt o...Like some invisible sleight of hand we are dealt our cards.<br />Some of us play them close to our chest, others spread them confidently face down sure of the outcome, confident in the knowledge that life will treat them well.<br />We all get some good cards in the many games we play but some people always hold all the fucking aces. Every time. They call themselves winners , achievers, blessed and maybe they are but do they have a conscience? Do they have empathy, sincerity, do they have a heart? I doubt it.<br />When they are counting their mountain of money deep into the night does the blood stain their hands and does the salt from the sweat and tears of those who suffered to bring them wealth sting that paper cut on a thumb or finger? Does it hell. <br />Who throws the dice and decides which way they fall I wonder. <br />Why are the few dripping in obscene riches and the majority dying of thirst. <br />Blessed, to me, is a child’s laughter, a hug from a loved one, a roof and a full belly.<br />It is waking up each new day and being alive, a gift which thousands are denied. It’s wanting more but not being arsed if we don’t get it because you are grateful for what you have. You are richer than all those mountains of money and shine more brightly than any amount of gold. You have a heart which cares.<br />I am richer for knowing some special people and poorer for losing the best of them.<br />We will all leave one day when the Gods or gravity or ripples in space and time move those dice. Until then play the hand you’ve got, tell those who matter how much you love them and live. The best way you can. <br />I hope the dice roll me a kiss before my number is up or that would be a travesty.<br />audrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423159758026071145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-11580988629860315412016-06-10T15:50:45.156-07:002016-06-10T15:50:45.156-07:00The stories ain’t rockin; the Muse ain’t knocking,...The stories ain’t rockin; the Muse ain’t knocking, the phone’s been ringing off the goddamned hook.<br />Brother’s got a pity party, sister’s got extraordinary angst.<br />Angst, angst.<br /> It’s going too slow, it’s coming too fast, that cretin could be president, we’re not gonna last.<br />Where we gonna live? What we gonna do? You can’t even board a plane with money in your shoe.<br />Cell phones give you cancer and everything else does, too.<br />We don’t have enough money, we don’t have any time and nobody’s reading a poem that rhymes.<br />Dear author: Please forgive this automated reply, but we parsed your submission and the key words were missing. We’re not really publishing the human condition.<br />Our theme on the 90s has nothing to do with old, but the decade of decadence in which we born; the years of greed and malice that happened to spawn<br />Our existential, everlasting<br />Angst. <br />Angst: Dear Subscriber, a reminder you’re all gonna die. But we’re having a Flash sale.<br />Just enter the code. <br />Eat this, not that. Buy a whole new you.<br />At the end of that <br />Day, you still old, you fat. You still ain’t keeping up with the new.<br />Keep calm, bitches. Exercise, too. Be clean and be sober but don’t dare be you.<br />Dear Author: Let’s help you. You too can succeed. Pay the price of admission and a modest subscriber fee. Which goes to our mission of feeding submissions. Our faith in the Cause of the Day.<br />Dear Blank: I’m afraid we’re turning you down. We wanted gorillas, you gave us guerillas and that shit don’t sell in this part of town.<br />Our guidelines specifically specify, we’re looking for females who identify <br />As females, transgender, LGBT, providing of course, you hate Hillary. And we’re only reading between now and the moment,we exceed our bandwidth and you aren’t on it.<br />But don’t miss your window,<br /> of opportunity.<br />Because if you did?<br />You just might miss<br />The dreamlike yearning <br />Of the vast conspiracy.<br />Teresa Kennedy Village Green Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588835504403590614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-80132017408807465192016-06-10T15:23:44.862-07:002016-06-10T15:23:44.862-07:00Thanks for that, Teresa. I'm always keen for a...Thanks for that, Teresa. I'm always keen for a bit of feedback. I'm just a guy and a 'mature' one at that...Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-82504517257341710962016-06-10T15:01:16.680-07:002016-06-10T15:01:16.680-07:00Having gritted my teeth through 6 count 'em ta...Having gritted my teeth through 6 count 'em tats on my daughter? Just one note--she always got hers as a statement of Self, they were NEVER about the boyfriend, more about her asserting control over her own skin. Just an observation...Teresa Kennedy Village Green Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588835504403590614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-49795909020294220352016-06-10T14:57:30.096-07:002016-06-10T14:57:30.096-07:00Love It! Great twist at the end, great build up, e...Love It! Great twist at the end, great build up, everything!Teresa Kennedy Village Green Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588835504403590614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-54551808680421914902016-06-10T14:54:33.810-07:002016-06-10T14:54:33.810-07:00Amen and Testify!
Amen and Testify!<br />Teresa Kennedy Village Green Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588835504403590614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-91087732996783583892016-06-10T14:53:43.101-07:002016-06-10T14:53:43.101-07:00But I STILL don't understand why in HELL an im...But I STILL don't understand why in HELL an immortal has to go to high school? I mean, even a vampire deserves better...Anyone?Teresa Kennedy Village Green Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588835504403590614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-50149472606273286592016-06-10T14:50:19.014-07:002016-06-10T14:50:19.014-07:00Lived in Tucson for 10 years and believe me, I got...Lived in Tucson for 10 years and believe me, I got and understood the desert--the desolation, the cruelty, the sheer eternity of it. But man, I never got why people actually want to live there!Teresa Kennedy Village Green Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588835504403590614noreply@blogger.com