Wednesday, September 30, 2015

#microstory "Litigation has its vagaries" (part 1)

"Donnie" aka Henry Hogan didn't understand how he had been discovered.  I thought I was anonymous, he thought.  Henry's understanding of the Internet was somewhat rudimentary, however, for he failed to recognize no one is ever anonymous.

William McAngus agreed to represent Henry for an initial retainer of $10,000.00.  "It won't be cheap, but you created a record, Henry, and those words are difficult to overcome."

"Yeah, but I was just joking."

"Doesn't matter.  Man you insulted was in the advertising business.  He can directly trace his drop in business to your words.  You words cost him $250,000 in sales."

Henry's stomach went into his cheap dress shoes.  His J.C. Penny shirt felt tight around his neck.  So did his Gant tie.  "What will we do then?"  The bald patch on the back of his head felt hot, and his thick glasses fogged up with nervous sweat. 

"Retain an expert for $5,000.00 and crap all over his numbers.  Hopefully we can get him down to $80,000.00 or so paid out over 3-4 years."

#microstory "Luigi Vampa Lives"

"You can't be real.  I made you up," said Dan Stupinski.

"I assure you that I am very real," said Luigi Vampa, no longer fictional.  "And I appreciate all of the money even if it is stolen.  Likewise, I appreciate your creating my identity as the person to own such wealth.  Really, very generous."

Enraged, Dan responded, "I deserve the millions; they are mine, asshole.  Those people were dumb enough to let me have it.  I played basketball at Moravia University, and I coached their no talent kids in basketball.  I'm entitled."

Luigi Vampa laughed.  "Dan, Dan, I am not angry with you.  But for your greed I wouldn't exist, at least not in my current form."

"I must be dreaming," said Dan nervously.

"I assure you, you are not, but I need to tie up some loose ends now.  And you, Dan, are a lose end."

Luigi Vampa killed Dan, and he carried his body on a yacht bought by Dan's ill-gotten gains--now Luigi Vampa's gains--and dumped him 80 miles off the Georgia coast.  "Thanks again, Dan, I owe it all to you.  Who says their's no sympathy for the Devil?"

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

#microstory "Words aren't just words"

"Donnie" never used his real name when he commented on blogs and websites.  He had his reasons, but the main reason was fear.  Sometimes saying the wrong thing could be legally actionable.  If you you said the wrong thing to a wired and ready person, then the consequences could be dire.

Better to labor under the protective shroud of anonymity, thought Donnie (incorrectly).

One day the a sheriff's deputy showed up at "Donnie's" house and slapped him with a lawsuit.

"No such things as anonymous comments, 'Donnie.'"

#microstory "Sleepwalking"

The cool air on his skin woke him up, but he didn't know where he was.  Until he realized he was standing in the middle of a two lane road with cars whizzing past.  Apparently he was sleepwalking again.  If this continued, one day he wouldn't awaken from it.

#haiku "Fallen Tree"

Fallen tree struck down 
Wind and fate bite hard each day
Nature uproots all 


Monday, September 28, 2015

#AdmiralAckbar #StarWars #ForceAwakens

#haiku "Ewoks get too much hate" #starwars #forceawakens

Ewoks are quite fine.
Ewoks get too much hate, yes.
Star Wars can be cute.

#microstory "The Toad Avoids Death"

The toad enjoyed the recent days, cool (but not too cool) and wet, although at night it got a little too chilly.  Toad needed a warmer place to sleep.  He noticed a place would open up when it was light and again when it was dark.  Otherwise it stayed shut.

One night, when the place opened up in the dark, he hopped towards it.  He heard a vroooshhh!  He glanced up and saw a loud thing move over him.  Then something tall got out of the loud thing and walked towards him.  It made noise, but it sounded friendly.  Toad wasn't taking any chances though, and he hopped off.  He would wait for another day.

#microstory "I am Vishnu"

Dave wrote things, and many of the things he wrote about happened after he penned his stories.  Yet he kept writing because he wasn't God or a god.  In rational world, you couldn't dictate the lives of others merely by writing about them.  Or could you?  If you could, should you stop?

#haiku "Rain"

Rain is always wet.
But it doesn't wash away.
Roots are deeper still.

#VA CLE #veterans

We owe a lot to them.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

#carwreck on #I40

UPDATE: Backers of CenterPoint Human Services ask Forsyth County Board for $1.5 million - Winston-Salem Journal: Local News

UPDATE: Backers of CenterPoint Human Services ask Forsyth County Board for $1.5 million - Winston-Salem Journal: Local News.  Anyone who knows anything about health care realizes our state government's refusal to take federal Medicaid money would hurt mental health services.  It certainly has, and now the county needs to make up the shortfall.  Center Point is very well managed, and it provides much needed services for our community.  It was a privilege to be on its board for two years.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

#micropoetry "Website Down"

Website down
waiting on story to publish.
It is worse expecting something you wrote
to publish
and then having to wait
because of technical difficulties.

Writing is difficult
but the gauntlet that is
the publishing word
is tougher.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

#micropoetry "Mystic Miasma of Memory"

His hair hung like the  dingy lampshade fringe
from a 1940's brothel.
A cracked tooth slanted down like
the flag for a diver under water.
Once again emerged from
the mystic miasma of memory.
Until he sinks back down
a greased watermelon in a
dirty pool.