Like a Maharajah's Pyre!

   I detest hair salons.  No matter what obvious hair disaster I am escorting along to be attended, the first thing happens when I walk in the door of one of those establishments is akin to spontaneous combustion.  They all look at...

Universalwriter's Challenge

It must have been recorded before 1999. It was writ in 1899. It will have been recorded no later than 1969 as the featured artist would seem to have expired in that year ...

The Sun Really Exists!

     I want to begin this morning by giving thanks to whomever it was interceded on my miserable behalf with the Weather Dieties.  The dawn came dim and overcast and then a little breeze shredded it all and showed me the sun.  It...

Random Challenge 26229

I can't think when last I saw these but I can think of a thousand times I was happy to see one. Look upon the image. Hear what it speaks to you. Write summat on it, you've all been too bloody...

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The vicar can drive.  In these several years I've never seen him do but he's actually quite good at it.  He popped round to see I might need some assistance ( someone represented me unhappy knee as being in far worse condition than...

Somewhere Between Pain and Paint

     The renovation project is finished.  I finished the external painting while the carpet layers did their magic this afternoon, went through and did the touching up after them and called the young people with the cleaning cart.  On a...

Mindless, Sleepless Drivel

    Celery and cream.  I wear those well.  This is likely a good thing as I had far less than Utopian time painting today.  My sense of balance is gone wonky with the compound deleterious effects of too little sleep these past...

Scattered Natter

   Radio Station du Jour    Finally got enough sleep to be relatively functional.  I won't suggest I've any conversational or writing skill returned yet.    Last week we had a sunny and rather warm day so I got...

A Different Sort of Monday

Dawn revealed a cold, wet day of the type only a duck could love. I cast all hope of productive pastimes to the four winds and went to the river. I sought the solace of my...

I Want Tea

" Nightbane, tea was hours ago. " " Yes, yes and I still want tea...." little china cups kettle singing merry tunes Nightbane pouring tea    

Random Challenge 0IC0K

" Nightbane, that last round was boring. " Errrmm, actually it was at that. ( product of insomnia, live with it, I do ) Right, I'll just have another go. Three more possible...

Random Challenge 67212

A little music Look upon the following. Feel free to pinch purloin swipe punk copy/paste the images as you will. Go write summat for us to...

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This post is a continuing crusade against Writer's Block. There, I've said it. Look upon the image. Now write for us what you think is going on here or the train of thought ...

Pointless Insomniac Nattering

   This is the second excursion into the wee hours I've made without that awful sleep stuff interrupting me.  If I thought I was having coherency problems yesterday morning, I really should think again.    Yes, yes, I've...