Friday, October 31, 2014
Robot Inspired Design on Placemats
http://www.zazzle.com/robot_inspired_place_mat-193620446524784537?CMPN=addthis&lang=en&rf=238451736185694790
Perfect if you have technical people in your household or office.
Perfect if you have technical people in your household or office.
Doodle Speakers
http://www.zazzle.com/robot_inspired_speaker_for_pc_ipad_mac-166227404968248193?CMPN=addthis&lang=en&rf=238451736185694790
Robot Inspired Design on Doodle Speakers for the PC, Mac or iPad
Robot Inspired Design on Doodle Speakers for the PC, Mac or iPad
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Art Deco Poster
http://www.zazzle.com/art_deco_poster-228575828151127636?CMPN=addthis&lang=en&rf=238451736185694790
a best seller, looks great on the wall and livens up your living or office space
a best seller, looks great on the wall and livens up your living or office space
Pitcher with Abstract Candy Corn Design.
http://www.zazzle.com/pitcher_with_abstract_candy_corn_design-104101011749199499?CMPN=addthis&lang=en&rf=238451736185694790
Pitcher this!
(my spelling was deliberately bad!)
If ewer someone else doesn't like the joke then my jokes might get even pourer!
(if "you or" someone else doesn't like the jokes then my jokes my even get poorer!)
Pitcher this!
(my spelling was deliberately bad!)
If ewer someone else doesn't like the joke then my jokes might get even pourer!
(if "you or" someone else doesn't like the jokes then my jokes my even get poorer!)
Hand Towel with Abstract Candy Corn Design
http://www.zazzle.com/hand_towel_with_abstract_candy_corn_design-197927478557679120?CMPN=addthis&lang=en&rf=238451736185694790
Enjoy candy corn without getting cavities!
Enjoy candy corn without getting cavities!
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
A "Halloween" Story
Night Flyer on Newville Street
by Amy Adams, Copyright 2014
When people started disappearing from my block, I always
assumed old Mr. Todd got them. He was a
elderly, cranky man who always threatened to get us kids good if we made too
much noise playing kickball on the block, or running up to people’s houses,
knocking and running away, you know, things kids like to do. But when Mr. Todd himself died, I didn’t know
what to think.
First the people 2
houses down mysteriously left and 2 days later, the police came and put that
yellow tape around the borders. The papers
said all they were found in their house was a pile of old bat’s nests. I was scared good then, so once the sun
started going down, or Mom called us kids in for supper, I didn’t go out again. But there was always something new that
reminded me of the dark, even inside.
Dracula was on one night, and I almost bit my new teeth out for fear
that the noises outside the window were bats, not the normal sounds of leaves
from the trees overhanging the eaves, or an occasional mouse.
Then about a month
later, 2 new families disappeared but no one knew what happened to them either,
because they left sometime before sunrise, no forwarding address, no
nothing. They each had 2 children that
me and my sibs liked to play with - little Petey, 8, Sarah, 5, and the other
family had 2 boys, Farty Artie, we used to call him - who was 10 and the
mastermind of many of our hijinks, and Markie, 9, fun troublemakers and tons of
fun. Petey and Sarah were fun too
because they would follow along with whatever great thing Fartie Artie and
Markie could dream up. One night, we captured a bunch of frogs down at 2 Pipes,
what we called our local drainage outlet, and let them all out on Mrs.
Haybridge’s yard. The scream we heard a
few minutes later sounded like a crazed polecat.
After that last prank
though, the street got really quiet.
Other, less troublemaking kids seemed to avoid our family more and more,
and we kids were left to our own devices – which wasn’t always a good thing. We would try to think of stuff we all liked
to do together, like mixing vinegar and baking soda in the basement, and making
homemade rockets, or tying our parents’ shoes together and hanging them out the
window to make an “escape” ladder when they came to paddie-whack us because
they couldn’t find their shoes.
But after awhile we
craved our missing peers’ company. My
brother Stu went over to the Nudnicks across the street and rang their doorbell
one day after school. Little Danny opened
the door but when he saw me he said he couldn’t come out and shut the
door. When Stu reported back to me, me
and him went to the neighbors catty-corner to us, the Brathavens, and
knocked. Little Tommy’s mother answered
this time, and she said Tommy was not to play on the street anymore. She had a look in her eyes that made us
wonder what was going on. We persisted
and said, “but we just want to play, can’t you let him come out for a little
bit?” We tried to stare her down but the
look of fright in her eyes confused us and eventually we gave up and left.
After awhile I gave up
trying to get my remaining friends from the block to come out and play. I was getting older anyway. That coming year
I was entering 4th grade, and I wanted to complete my dinosaur display entry
for the school science fair. I spent a
lot of time in the basement, making models of tyrannosaurus rexes out of
clay. My sister Clove, who liked plants,
tried to decorate my exhibit with plastic flowers she found in the garage that
my mother had stuffed up on some shelving.
So I had a floral dinosaur exhibit.
It looked kind of beautiful. The
time I had formerly used to play with my neighborhood friends was now devoted
to my various scientific projects in the basement, and getting in scrapes with
my siblings.
Then one day, my
parents called us all up early before our usual dinner time. I knew something was up, but I wasn’t sure
what. They looked very serious, and
Stuart, Clove and I sat down in our respective dinner places, to hear what they
had to say.
“Children,” my father
began. “We’re going to be moving.”
“Not us too!” cried
Stu.
“Yes, us too,” mother
seconded.
“But why” asked Clove.
“You’ll know soon
enough. Tomorrow morning, we’ll be
getting up extra early and starting our packing. The moving conveyance will be here at 4 am.”
Stu said to me as
lights went out at bedtime, “I knew it was too good to be true, Roger.”
“What?”
“This thing, this
street, this life.”
Later that morning, a
round disk was seen curling out of sight, as it took off from Newville Street
at Downing Trailer Park where Clove, Stu, Roger and their parents had so
recently lived. The craft was seen
flying at at least 6,000 miles per hour before it disappeared out of sight, and
out of the galaxy.
When the new family
moved in, all they found were a bunch of clay dinosaurs and an old bat’s nest.
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