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One liner Wednesday: Alternative dictionary…

Today’s one liner repurposes another old word, for use in a modern world;

“Approbation” – The trial period for new mobile phone software.

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Posted by on September 28, 2016 in Guest spots., Humour, One liner Wednesday

 

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K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge…

Good morning, snappers, welcome to a new week. 

K’lee set the theme for today’s Cosmic Photo Challenge post, putting us On the rocks for this week’s edition. I thought I’d go with a fairly natural look and found some suitably rocky shots of the Devon countryside for you.

K’lee’s post is HERE, so go and check it out, then show us your contributions and rock our world…

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To get involved with the challenge, post a photo to your blog on Monday, add a pingback to this post (or to K’lee’s) and don’t forget to tag your post #CosPhoChal.

Alternatively, add a link to your blog in the comments of either mine or K’lee’s post and we’ll come and check out your entry.
Any and all effects, editing, Photoshop, Instagram, morphing, collages or whatever other post production techniques you fancy are permitted, (in fact, they’re actively encouraged!) so get creative and turn your photos into artworks for the Cosmic Photo Challenge.
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Posted by on September 26, 2016 in Arts, Photography

 

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Stream of consciousness Sunday: The accumulator, part four…

Here we go again; it’s time to plunge into the literary lucky dip that is SoCS and continue this strange tale by pulling out a prompt from Linda G Hill, who this week left us this to play with…

” “bus.” Use it as it is, or find a word with the letters “bus” in it. ” 

Well, at least three didn’t turn up at once…

The Accumulator, part four.

Scene: A large, comfortably furnished living room. It is a pleasant late summer afternoon and sun streams in through the window, which looks out across open countryside to a line of low, rolling hills in the distance. It is twelve years ago. 

The young man is sitting in an armchair, smoking a cigarette while he reads a book. He is dressed in a loose cotton shirt with short sleeves and pale chinos, for there is still some heat left in the September sunshine, so our attention is caught by the fact that he is also wearing a pair of black leather gloves.

The shot holds steady on the young man as he reads, then a voiceover comes in:

“I look pretty content don’t I..?”

We realise it is the young man’s voice we can hear and, as he continues speaking, his image fades and the scene is replaced by that of the white room. 

Two medical staff are assisting the young man as he tries to sit up, swinging his legs round and helping him stand next to the bed, where he sways unsteadily and looks blankly at the mirrored wall. Then the voiceover returns and images unfold on the screen as the young man continues his story.

“…But I wasn’t having such a happy time three years ago;

I spent another two days at the house in the country, before I was transferred to a facility run by The Department. I don’t remember much about those first few days in my new home, only that I was glad to be away from Dr Braithwaite and his “treatments” (little did I know that it was to be but a brief respite from the horror) and that I was left alone for the most part.

Perhaps before we go any further I should introduce myself. My name, if the good doctor is to be believed anyway, is Patrick Busey, although that fact is largely irrelevant, all things considered. But I know what it’s like with these first person narratives; you always feel more personally connected if you know who you’re dealing with, more invested, if you like. And I’m not kidding when I say I need all the personal investment I can get at this point, because let’s face it, I think this is going to be my swan song. 

Ok, so I might have left it a bit late to provide some context to all these flashbacks and fancy narrative devices, but, you know; being in a coma and all that, it kind of puts a crimp in your chronology recall and I was waiting for a hint or a nudge to the old sleeping grey matter. Well, those EST sessions were just the nudge I needed, the memory of that certainly kick-started some neurons into life. I reckon I could probably now bring you up to speed on the rest of my backstory myself, without having to resort to any more clever jump-cuts and SFX editing than absolutely necessary. So if you’re still interested and since we appear to have broken that mythical “fourth wall” that seems so de rigueur at the moment, I might as well tell you how I came to be trained as an assassin by a shadowy international organisation…”

Scene: A hospital room, seen from above, the present day.

The flashback scene dissolves, fading back to Patrick Busey as an old man, still lying, handcuffed to his hospital bed, his eyes still staring blindly up at us. But now there is the hint of a smile on his lips…

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To be continued (using next week’s prompt)…

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Cosmic Photo prompt…

Apologies for the late prompt this week, but K’lee was a little tardy in posting the theme for Monday’s K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and I didn’t see it until last night.

He has decided on the very straightforward prompt of; On the rocks, to be interpreted any way you like.

So that’s it, get snapping over the weekend and rock our world on Monday.

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To get involved with the challenge, post a photo to your blog on Monday, add a pingback to this post (or to K’lee’s) and don’t forget to tag your post #CosPhoChal.

Alternatively, add a link to your blog in the comments of either mine or K’lee’s post and we’ll come and check out your entry.
Any and all effects, editing, Photoshop, Instagram, morphing, collages or whatever other post production techniques you fancy are permitted, (in fact, they’re actively encouraged!) so get creative and turn your photos into artworks for the Cosmic Photo Challenge.

#CosPhoChal

 
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Posted by on September 24, 2016 in Arts, Blogging, Photography

 

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One liner Wednesday: Alternative dictionary…

It’s Wednesday again, so it’s time for another attempt at redefinition;

“Ineffable” – A situation that makes swearing impossible.

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Posted by on September 21, 2016 in Guest spots., Humour, One liner Wednesday

 

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Light morphing…

Cosmic Photo redux…

Photo Sans Frontiers

For one of my recent contributions to the weeklyCosmic Photo Challenge onDiary of an Internet Nobody,I capturedsome car light trails and today I decided to use them for another abstract art experiment.

The glowing nature of the original images made for excellent source material, resulting in some rather awesome light sculptures, I hope you like them.

Well, I’ve got to find something to do on my day off.

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Posted by on September 20, 2016 in Arts, Photo Sans Frontiers, Photography

 

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Stream of consciousness Monday: The accumulator, part three…

Yes I know, I’m even later than usual with my SoCS post for the weekend but I have this week off work and felt like having a lazy day yesterday, but I’m here now so let’s see what prompt Linda G Hill left us to continue my latest, mysterious tale;

” “-est.” Base your post on any word you can add the suffix “est” to. ” 

Hmm, ok…

The Accumulator, part three.

Scene: Dr Felix Braithwaite’s office, fifteen years ago.

The opening shot is of a crackling fire in the hearth, a clock ticks somewhere in the background. The camera pulls back and makes a slow pan of the room, coming to rest on the doctor at his desk. He is humming cheerfully to himself as he makes notes in a file, looking up when he hears a polite tap on the door. Dr Braithwaite stands up and turns to the filing cabinet behind him, opens the top drawer and replaces the file, before sitting back down and fixing a pleasant smile on his face.

“Come in.”

The door opens and a serious-looking man in a suit enters. Despite the fact he is smartly dressed, we get the impression he isn’t comfortable in these clothes, a look that men who are more used to being in uniform often have.

The doctor rises to shake hands with his visitor and indicates a chair, waiting until the man is perched stiffly on the edge of the seat before speaking again.

“So, I gather you are here for an update on our latest project,” Dr Braithwaite gives a quizzical frown, “although I don’t remember calling to advise you of any new developments..?”

The camera focuses on the newcomer’s face; expression unreadable, eyes cold and watchful, as the silence in the room lengthens. 

Cut to…

Close up of the doctor’s hands, nervously fiddling with his pen on the desk blotter.

Cut to…

Close up of the doctor’s forehead, as a bead of sweat trickles into a bushy eyebrow.

Cut to…

A side view of the two men, facing each other across the desk. The doctor swallows, licks his lips and looks down at his hands. He seems to notice his own nervousness, puts down the pen and folds his hands in his lap. Almost immediately, he lifts them back onto the desk, clasping them firmly together, as if to restrain them from misbehaving and looks once more at the silently watching visitor.

“I…” Dr Braithwaite falters and tries again, “What I meant to say was that, happily, you have arrived just as we have made a significant breakthrough.” he flashes an unconvincing smile and finishes weakly, “I was going to contact you this very afternoon, but you…beat me to it, so to speak.” 

The man opposite inclines his head ever so slightly to indicate he understands, but continues to gaze with mute curiosity at his nervous host, until the doctor finally breaks.

“Perhaps you would be interested in seeing the results of our first test?”

The man smiles in satisfaction.

Cut to…

The doctor and his visitor walk down a hallway until they reach two doors, where an orderly seems to be keeping guard. The doctor stops to speak to the orderly, who nods, glances at the visitor and walks away, then Dr Braithwaite looks through a spyhole in the right hand door and nods, apparently pleased with what he sees, before motioning the other man to the door on the left, which he opens and both men enter the room beyond, closing the door behind them.

Cut to…

Scene: A small observation room, containing a control console with an array of video screens and a selection of medical monitoring equipment. 

The doctor and his taciturn companion are standing in front of what is obviously a two way mirror, giving a view into the bare white room next door.

On a bed in the white room is the young man, he appears to be asleep. The camera drifts over and focuses on his face, which is drawn and tense, hollow black rings around his eyes. The point of view changes, looking back at a reflection of the room in the mirrored wall as we hear the doctor’s voice and, after a few seconds the scene cuts back to the observation room.

“He’s been unconscious since we had to sedate him after the test, so we took the opportunity to do a little…attitude adjustment,” he smiles at the watchful face of his guest, then decides humour isn’t the best idea and concludes, “by which I mean we gave him a session of EST and I will continue to order similar treatments for as long as he has adverse reactions to the process.”

“EST?”

“Forgive me, medical jargon; Electro Shock Therapy.”

“You have documented evidence of the test, I’m sure.” The visitor’s voice is surprisingly soft, for one with such an knack for intimidation. Maybe he knew this and realised his strength lay in the ability to command silence so skillfully. He looks at the doctor, who nods, turns to the console and activates one of the video monitors. An overhead view of the young man’s room appears and the horrifying scene with the puppy is played out for the audience of two.

At the point at which the dog’s body is hurled against the wall in a bloody mess, even the great Dr Braithwaite averts his eyes, but the calmly observing visitor simply nods, switches off the monitor and looks at the doctor.

“Very good. You will have him ready to be transferred into our care by next week.” 

With that, the visitor shakes the stunned doctor’s hand, turns on his heel and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him. The doctor is left gazing through the glass wall at the sleeping figure, his expression deeply troubled.

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To be continued (using next week’s prompt)…

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