This is a terrible time to be the child of a celebrity. Just like regular people, they share photos of their kids’ proms and graduations on Facebook and Instagram. They also share the goofy and embarrassing photos too. Unlike the photos of regular people, these photos wind up in People magazine.
I saw a woman with a canvas tote bag that said, Men have made a lot of bad art. I did not engage her in conversation.
When I read a new book from the library, and I really enjoy it, I make sure I get it back to the library as soon as I have finished it. This way the next person on the hold list can get it sooner. And hopefully enjoy it as much as I did.
Fans of poetry, or maybe poets themselves, have adapted pop culture references and traveled down the road of bumper sticker sentiment with sayings like “got poetry?” and “What would Walt Whitman do?”
There was a baby bird on my stoop. It wasn’t moving. The internet told me not to move it, as they are often in shock from hitting something or falling. It was blinking its eye, so it was alive. After a few minutes it got up, chirped and began hopping around.
It hopped to the edge of the stoop, spread its wings and stepped off. Even though it flapped as hard as it could, the baby bird went straight down. It walked under the fence into the backyard.
The Chuck E. Cheese chain was founded by the founder of Atari as a place for kids to play video games in a wholesome, family environment.
A recent science fiction book included the following in its list of “you should read this book if you like”: when the fabric of reality crumbles. That’s way beyond time loops, dystopia and the often convoluted sci-fi plot. That description makes me more excited now that my hold copy of the book is available at the library.
There is a rash of rogue ice cream trucks in New York City that accumulate traffic violations and rather than pay their fines they dissolve their companies and hit the streets with a new name. Mr Softie indeed!
It is very confusing when a neighbor gets a new pet and installs an underground electric device in their yard when they already have a standard fence. This results in adding a sign to the white picket fence that says Invisible Fence.
On a crisp Autumn day in 2006 a man logged off from his computer for the last time. He stood up and pushed his chair into his desk for the last time. His office was unadorned with personal things, so he only needed to pick up his lunch box and go. He turned off the light.
Thirteen years later his office is just as he left it. His final printouts are in a box under the desk. His computer is waiting to log on to the old network. The fax machine is waiting to connect. The light is still off.