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via Daily Prompt: Avid

 

Along time ago in a far away reality a random access editing tool was born out of the fear and squalor of linear methods of stacking picture and sound bits in a fungible predestined order. A system built on Apple’s upstart architecture was foisted upon a world of trim bins, dirty dupes, and countless open re-edits of arcane EDL list management disciples. The decidedly nonlinear AVID Media Composer was born into a world full of nattering nabobs of negativity.

But Another Version Instead of Deciding  seized the day.

The hangover left by such flexibility and indecision led to my internal dissonance which threw my normal Harmony out of phase causing me to Spike the last two Daily Prompts of this week and leave that Media to Decompose itself.

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Chuckle’s Circus Is On The Air

via Daily Prompt: Chuckle

Chuckles was a bit of a newcomer to this particular circus, though many can reasonably argue his life has always been a joke. Albeit a rich joke. He was a clown.

He joined a well seasoned Grins. More of a comedian than a clown. His grin perhaps bespoke of amusement,  but in reality was more of a sardonic mocking rictus.  This became apparent once the plans and punitive machinations his odious thoughts were conjuring came to light. Everyone was going to pay for not giving him his due sooner.

Guffaws was a different beastie all together.  Having been at this circus game longer than any of the others. He had developed an emotional shell into which he would withdraw at the first sign of trouble. Lugging this shell with him as the Ringmaster of this dysfunctional circus had taught him to run the show at a tortoise pace and excel at getting nothing done while bringing nary an attraction to this three ringed circus.

It had been so long between acts that the audience took their leave and were demanding the price of admission back. Leaving only the black robed ticket punchers to deny the validity of the public clamor. The three performers now opined that the townspeople, which surrounded and outnumbered them, no longer even wanted to see their show.

But the show must go on.

So Chuckles, Grins, and Guffaws worked late into the night to hatch a plan. Together they made enough noise to keep the wolves awake. Packs of  these voracious hungry predators descended on the townsfolk and ate them all up solving the three circus performers problems and making all their dreams all come true. Thus leaving Chuckles, Grins, and Guffaws to do what they do best.

Nothing.

Except for Chuckles who  blathered endlessly about his circus being The Greatest Show On Earth.

Step Right Up.

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Quickened Sickened

via Daily Prompt: Quicken

Back in the days of irrational exuberance and before all your Spondulix was online and downloadable; Intuit came along with a little ditty called Quicken. Since we were young and the internets were dumb much of the accounts, spending, and bills required data entry rather than syncing with obtuse and arcane file formats from various financial institutions. Cash transactions required a receipt.

Oh Boy!

But since the household was hemorrhaging money, as all good job creating consumer households should, it was necessary to spend Saturday mornings trying to balance and track what was going where and why. It became clear that the only thing quick about this process was how it quickened the ex out the door weekend mornings due to the inevitable discovery of numerous and unmentioned charges that would miraculously appear on the snail mailed paper statements.

Recriminations and many a ruined weekend followed.

At the time the only thing Quicken quickened was a trip to divorce court and understanding of the quick bunny trail to financial ruin.

Now that everyone across the globe can pick your pocket with nary a reach around or how do you do, Quicken has fulfilled the catchy name’s promise.

But the question still remains. “Do you have a receipt for that?”

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Laws of Refraction

There are things to discover all around us at all times. Discovery just has to find us looking.

It’s a variation on a theme I had someone read to me out of a  self help tome.  Written by someone about how to succeed, which had alluded them until they had written said tome and sold it to the hoi polloi for a buck three eighty a pop.

Perhaps it was in that book about the importance of a getting a good nights sleep that my helpful self help reader stayed up all night reading. Or perhaps it was in one of the many multitude of treatises about the laws of attraction. Although I surmise the laws of refraction may be more apropos and accurate.

So as we prepare to move forward into misty realm of magical thinking, I hope all will discover peace, harmony, and comfort over this Christmas season within themselves others.

 

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Iambic Calmity

Oh I’m calm alright

I am super deluxe special edition calm.

I’m so calm I stop for green lights.

I have no fear of being rear ended,

I am driving so calmly.

Some people honk and swear.

They need to calm down.

If they are on my bumper,

I think they just want to give me  push.

In a calm and neighborly manner of course.

After all,

I am new and improved

Organic

Fat free

Sugar free

Gluten free

Humanely raised

Free range

Zero trans fat

No artificial ingredients

Calm

We will all get where we are going.

It just may not be where we thought.

Or when we thought.

Everything is okay until it isn’t.

Something will happen.

Something different.

Until then

Stay calm

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Tis The Season to be Folly

Folly is such a fun word. I mean who doesn’t enjoy a spirited game of Folly Ball. Looking forward to having a Folly Folly Christmas this year with Folly Ole St Nick.

St. Nick uses reindeer power as opposed to Fulton’s Folly which ushered in the age of our Fossil Fuel Folly of believing there is an infinite supply of things to burn on our decidedly and well mapped finite planet. What’s done is done but we are only follying ourselves thinking otherwise.

Of course McCain’s Folly (a.k.a. matriarch of the one time first family of Seward’s Folly) does not believe in such things, nor other things from her progeny’s prodigious folly of taking “Cheaper By The Dozen” as a guide to Folly Planning.

So in life one mans folly is another mans floor, and where there is folly there is money to be made. It is no folly to think that someone is making folding folly somewhere off of our Founding Fathers Folly’s and Foibles. The ofttimes suspected , never directly addressed Electoral Folly.

In closing allow me to digress to youthful budding folly becoming full bloom folly. As a young man at the office Folliday Party I learned of a particular moral weakness I have. Blow in my ear and I’ll folly you anywhere. She did, I did, and Holiday Folliness Abounded. Apparently I am not alone in my countrymen and women in my susceptibility to melting into a puddle of folly after getting my ear blown.

So as we Deck the halls with boughs of Folly lets all sing together….

Folly Lolly Loll lol la la la.

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Mythicalville

Once upon a time there was Ward and June.

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Lucy and Ricky.

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The alternative living situation of Andy and Aunt Bea.

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All was well in the world. A fare for all and no fair for anyone.

You knew it wasn’t real because at best it came to you on a twelve inch black and white screen.  But you let it into your brain by looking at it. You were plugged in. You were in training for reality as brought to you by…

You already had been infected by the pink eye of reading and the earwig of radio. But now you were awash in other peoples alleged “realities” from across the country.

Nowwheresville.

NewYorkville.

Mayberryville.

So where and when were these Mythicalvilles?

Neversville.

These realities were presented to sell you things safely quarantined on your twelve inch cathode ray tube. But you were young and much better at believing than seeing.

Then Came Reality TV

Welcome to Realityville

It’s All Around You

Step right up!

 

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