Friday, November 21, 2008

Raven's Wordzzle 40A

Today's Link
The Snarky Squab

Saying for the Day
My definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular. ~Adlai Stevenson, speech, Detroit, 1952

Picture of the Day
From the Achieves
It is Friday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
Who this week supplied to lists so this is list A and List B will be tomorrow.
This Week's Ten Word Challenge( List A) will be: moisturizing, pickles,seat belt, flip-flop, Chicago, allergies, doctor, ready or not here I come, computer programmer, dog biscuits
Mini Challenge( List A): gluttony, mercurial, tennis bracelet, anchor, molten
The Fifteen words in The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012
When the lightning hit ten feet from them it so scared Cinnamon that she fired Agent 012’s gun and then dropped it. He grabbed her arms and before she could flip-flop away had her handcuffed. He then marched her into the house and used his belt like a seat belt to fasten her to, of all things, a rocking chair. Then he looked around. In the bathroom he found a jar of Anchor Moisturizing Cream and since he was still itchy from his allergies considered using it. However , when he read the fine print, he knew it was not what the doctor ordered as it contained a mercurial, preparation and he was allergic to Mercury. Thank the FDA for labels.
Checking the kitchen he failed to find the food that Cinnamon said was there. All he found was half a bottle of pickles and some dog biscuits, not exactly a recipe for gluttony. Aside from the amount the pickles had been there so long they were on the edge of becoming molten or was it molden . It was something about mold anyway .and there was no way he could eat them. As soon as the storm stopped they would have to drive back to Chicago and get something to eat.
Continuing his walk through the house he entered the study. There was a computer. “If only my young genius computer programmer were here he could help me contact the Agency on that internet thingy” , he thought.
But it was becoming obvious they would have to spend the night. He couldn’t leave her handcuffed to the rocking chair. He should but he just couldn’t. So he got her to promise to be good and lay off the lovey dovey stuff and let her loose. He decided she should sleep in the Master Bedroom and he would sleep in the servant’s quarters.. He picked the servant quarters because he could bolt the door from the inside and he did. Then he took off his fanny pack, his tennis bracelet, his shoes, and his watch and went to bed.
Around midnight he awoke with a start. The big mirror was rolling to the side and through the space was coming a naked overweight cellulite filled blimp in a necklace , his worst possible nightmare. She screamed “ ready or not here I come lover”.
This was not going to be his night.

The fifteen words in a story sentence
Doctor Mortimer R. Pickles of Chicago saying ready or not here I come announced that he would support the ban on flip-flops, moisturizing dog biscuits, tennis bracelets and Mercurial anchors because of the allergies they gave his computer programmer , I.B Molten, causing him to swell up like a victim of advanced gluttony and no longer fit in a seat belt.

The ten words in a short story
How do you transport a penguin from a Chicago Zoo to the Doctor in Elgin? How do you do it during the hottest , driest summer on record when you have to keep moisturizing the poor thing so it won’t dry out. All of this because some idiot visitor ignored the don’t feed the Penguins sign and fed it some left over pickles and two dog biscuits. This caused the penguin’s allergies to kick in and sent him in a flip-flop across the ice. It looked like a drunken computer programmer after a formal banquet with too much alcohol. All that was missing was the penguin shouting “ Ready or not here I come
But back to the problem. Could you put a seat belt on the Penguin for that short a distance and pour water over it?
Bob was stumped. This was the last question set on the exam that would qualify him to be a Zoo veterinarian and he didn’t have a clue. “Who dreams up these idiot questions?” he thought.

The five word a and b list in a short story
Sarah Simpson wondered if she was guilty of the sin of tennis gluttony for so hungering after the championship tennis bracelet. Her mercurial rise to the top of her profession had left her with no anchor to protect her from the molten lava of desire that raged inside of her. Today she would step out of the frying pan into the fire and meet the old Grizzly Bear of Tennis, Amanda Simpleton herself. It was only because she wanted to play "The Legend " that she entered this backwoods tournament run by some organization called “ The Ministry of Silly Walks”. She was ready. She was even wearing her lucky canary yellow tennis top. This was her moment of glory. She could not lose.
But she did.
News from Pigeon Falls
The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
Last night , after school, Tammy stopped at Nancy’s for a saffron bun and a glass of lemonade ( Nancy makes the best lemonade). Looking up she saw the Precious Moment's figurine of the children kissing and she let out a scream.
“ Why is that there?” she shouted.
“I don’t know. The poltergeist just added it.” Nancy said “ Why is it important.
Tammy covered immediately and said she thought it might be a new clue to the driblet. Nancy believed her because she knew that the Tommy Club had been spending hours trying to figure out the driblet’s meaning. It never occurred to her that it might have something to do with Tammy’s personal life.
But then the poltergeist put the figurine on the table in front of Tammy and she got up and left without finishing her lemonade. Nancy thought that was strange as the figurine returned to the ceiling.

Wrap Up
Just a reminder I will play with the B word list tomorrow. In the morning I scanned in the black and white pictures from our wedding a zillion years ago. I learned some more things about the scanner. If you put two pictures on at the same time it will separate them and give each one a separate number. With my old scanner I had to crop after the scan to do that and that took up a lot of time. I am really loving this scanner. In the afternoon we went to the Post Office and mailed the nine things I sold on e-Bay.Poor Betty was hauling all those packages in by herself ( I'm no help) when this very nice lady stopped and helped her carry them in. There are nice people in the world. When we came back I visited two of my link tiers. That's thirty blogs. Now I need a breathing treatment.


Blogger Melli said...

"overweight cellulite filled blimp in a necklace" ... that's ME... to a T. *sigh* Poor Agent 012!

You know... those poltergeist should mind their own business! Poor Tammy...

5:33 AM  
Blogger Carver said...

I'll have to remember that quote, it's great. As always enjoy your stories and photograph.

5:59 AM  
Blogger Caution Flag said...

Love that quote. Wonder if I can convince my kids to memorize it.

6:33 AM  
Blogger Lori's Minute said...

According to our paper, today is Dr. John's birthday! Apparently he is a musician.

Also, it is the 2 year anniversary of when we got Spanky.

8:22 AM  
Anonymous quilly said...

I tried to warn Agent 012 about the rollaway mirror, but he doesn't have email.

That poltergeist must be a teenage boy. It certainly knows how to embarrass and upset a teenage girl.

10:12 AM  
Blogger david mcmahon said...

You've got a great writing style. You serve up words in classic style, rather than giving them to us in fast-food mode.

11:01 AM  
Blogger juliana said...

oohhhhh... laughing my socks off!
poor agent 012!
and it obviously ain't easy to be a zoo vet

2:25 PM  
Blogger bettygram said...

Sandy shore says she knows of a penguin that is all over Chicago without a problem.

5:17 PM  
Blogger Jeff B said...

Another banquet of Wordzzle fare. Bravo!

Sure glad I didn't have a mouthful of soda when I read the description of Cinnamon coming after agent 012, else it would have surely have been spewed all over the keyboard.

9:42 PM  
Blogger Dragonstar said...

Poor Tammy! I feel for her.

3:39 AM  

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