tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post1255475665356898452..comments2023-12-26T22:01:53.402-05:00Comments on The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy: Indeterminacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-46889109666022541542007-07-15T07:44:00.000-04:002007-07-15T07:44:00.000-04:00"Snot!" said Ziggie. His favorite thong had gotten..."Snot!" said Ziggie. His favorite thong had gotten caught between the dryer drawer and the rotating drum. It was messing up everything. Now he would have to call the repairman, and he wouldn't have his lucky thong to wear on his date with Charles.<BR/>"I hope that wearing a not so lucky thong doesn't mean I won't get lucky," Ziggie mused.Cie Cheesemeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14871507564733240927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-17579691209546140172007-07-13T23:35:00.000-04:002007-07-13T23:35:00.000-04:00Sandra: Naughty is nice in my book.Snowy: Thanks f...Sandra: Naughty is nice in my book.<BR/><BR/>Snowy: Thanks for stopping by - and please feel welcome to come anytime! For want of a better name I call my "stories" "stories" - but I really don't know. I used to call them one minute short stories, because they could be read in the space of a minute - but then they started getting longer. After a while people started saying I was writing flash fiction, which means really short stories, but I had never heard of the term before. So what do I do?<BR/><BR/>Anonymous: German word of the day: igit!Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-42217510771371400232007-07-13T22:11:00.000-04:002007-07-13T22:11:00.000-04:00I'm late, as is usual. But us cats like to take o...I'm late, as is usual. But us cats like to take our time, doing our thing when the moods strikes us.<BR/><BR/>Anywho... when I saw this, the first thing I thought was... well, now, where I have I seen this guy doing something similar? Ever see that youtube flick where the circus clown gets his head stuck up the backside of the quarter horse? yeppers... I just know this is the same guy. Practicing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-59023846424614773692007-07-13T09:08:00.000-04:002007-07-13T09:08:00.000-04:00Am new here, but read some of your stories (can on...Am new here, but read some of your stories (can one call them that???).. enjoyed them very much.. spontaneous is right!!! will read the whole lot soon...snowyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02970477703430035144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-83569980259446145732007-07-11T13:13:00.000-04:002007-07-11T13:13:00.000-04:00Just went to a pre-screening of the movie. Childr...Just went to a pre-screening of the movie. Children sat in the audience with witch hats and wands. That was magic.<BR/><BR/>I don't think you'd want your son to read my naughty parody of a beloved character. So call me naughty. It's what I deserve.sramosobrianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03182308696816343866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-62193666869464730312007-07-11T12:51:00.000-04:002007-07-11T12:51:00.000-04:00It took a lot of time to read through all these bu...It took a lot of time to read through all these but finally I did and ready to make all my comments. It was a great set, some slightly similar ideas nd perspectives, but each one unique in its own way. I read these all on the train home from work, and wrote down my comments. So here goes...<BR/><BR/>Aubergine: That really looks like what's happening! I almost started to write something like that too!<BR/><BR/>JG: "a handlebar moustache so sinister its wingspan rivaled that of the Andean condor." is a great metaphor! Loved the story and the sly relation to the photo.That was famous!<BR/><BR/>Cheryl: That ppor man! Looking everywhere for his contact and never finding it. What an awful destiny. Like "All the Time in the World" (Twilight Zone). Thanks also for the very kind words and for considering my site worthy of mention. I will look into the titles you mentioned. <BR/><BR/>My World: If only we could put all the politicians into one big washing machine. Either they'd all kill each other in there, or come out clean.<BR/><BR/>Blaine: Woaw! Your story was incredible! The obsession seems so realistic.<BR/><BR/>Frances: Cool that you saw an entrance into another world, too. I think the white bunny you follow never leads you astray.<BR/><BR/>Pia: great to see you stop by. Your story was brutal. But in Jungs concept of self-individuation the final step is achieved simultaneously with death.<BR/><BR/>Doug: the ideas you hatch!<BR/><BR/>Mrs: Weirsdo: I had to look up abuela! She'll probably tell him he's loco.<BR/><BR/>Pam: How foolish of Don! Everybody knows that Venus is a wet and humid plant. Not dry at all. No problem with the mention. I'm honored.<BR/><BR/>Observer: As a fan of the 101 uses for a dead cat books, I loved the story.<BR/><BR/>Deli: Poor guy. Will he ever find happiness?<BR/><BR/>Stan Johns: I found your story to be both imaginative and profound! Thanks for sharing it.<BR/><BR/>Muss Fucking Vicious: Don't feel under pressure to have to write something. I'm happy if you stop by just to read. Thanks for the compliments!<BR/><BR/>The Grocer: Lovely story! I guess this did look like the portal to another place. Some months ago I watched the Narnia series for the first time. Really nice.<BR/><BR/>Animal451: People started looking at me after I read this. Couldn't stop laughing. Outrageously funny!<BR/><BR/>DW2: Poor guy. Wonder if he' be flattered showing up at indeterminacy?<BR/><BR/>Uday: I had a similar idea at first: he's looking for his head and finds it in the washing machine. Cool that we had the same thought.<BR/><BR/>Teetoe: Maybe he has such greasy hair that it messes up the washing machine? Or maybe his eyesight is failing. Deep question of life in there. <BR/><BR/>Lorena: Enjoyed your story! That was one of my associations too - attempted suicide. Poor guy - what all he went through.<BR/><BR/>k.wecker: Yeah! Maybe Dryerhead Man and Mr. Clean can get together and battle dirt on two fronts!<BR/><BR/>L: What if his head gets stuck?<BR/><BR/>Tee: Thanks for the nice compliemnt. Tragic story. I hope that stuff like that isn't happening.<BR/><BR/>Anonymous: Sorry you didn't leave your blog link. Nice, complex story. Talk about evil opposite twins who are really not that opposite! Kind of a harmomny in what you wrote.<BR/><BR/>Papillon: So funny! I hope the socks come out clean. Don't know if I want to wear them now.<BR/><BR/>Talespin: That was a real tailspin! Poor guy.<BR/><BR/>On with the blather: Drowned in a washing machine. It'll make the National Enquirer, I'm sure.<BR/><BR/>Cirrus Spray: Very intriguing story and cool parallel! It was synchronicity!<BR/><BR/>Doug: I need socks.<BR/><BR/>Sandra: My son just started reading Harry Potter, albeit in German. I still haven't though. Your story adds magic to the picture.Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-65991450714642685762007-07-11T10:42:00.000-04:002007-07-11T10:42:00.000-04:00Omg..didn't read what you wrote before writing, re...Omg..didn't read what you wrote before writing, really!! Coincidence or what?Cirrus Sprayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446391874481676128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-20863479474916754152007-07-11T10:26:00.000-04:002007-07-11T10:26:00.000-04:00Made me laugh!Good one.Made me laugh!<BR/>Good one.shinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10666274189190561948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-48488382729874701322007-07-11T00:30:00.000-04:002007-07-11T00:30:00.000-04:00The year is 2015. Harry Potter is on all fours co...The year is 2015. Harry Potter is on all fours conducting Order of the Phoenix business through the washer. He who must not be named is taking the picture of his beloved’s backside. No one knows.sramosobrianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03182308696816343866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-73200330664597834022007-07-10T14:48:00.000-04:002007-07-10T14:48:00.000-04:00Very clever, Indie, and worth inventing but I bet ...Very clever, Indie, and worth inventing but I bet you mostly get socks.Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-43712667726002890632007-07-10T12:11:00.000-04:002007-07-10T12:11:00.000-04:00"What is it that is being stirred in darkness?," w..."What is it that is being stirred in darkness?," wondered Uhttum. It had been happening for over 26 nimishums; time long enough for a wondering man to let curiosity make him forget about dead poochais.<BR/><BR/>It was a raining heavily and in his komanam, Uhttum was feeling terribly uncomfortable. Suddenly the space he had been staring at was as dry as it could be.<BR/>His eyes fell upon the strangest things he had ever seen. They were in the colours of the weather, blue and grey. But had only a wee little bit to do with the dampness, wetness and fragrance of rain.<BR/><BR/>The dark sky had cleared and he could see the strangest full moon he had ever seen in his life. In his stranger attire, he felt like a man being dragged in undesirable things like the poochais had been. As he found his way through the light he soon found himself half way through the moon. He landed unlike the baby being born, head last. Click.<BR/>--<BR/>"It's going to be two years now," sighed Mutthu. He would never understand why this strange twin of his would religiously try every full moon to find a missing white underwear.<BR/><BR/>The Washing Machine chuckled. "Nobody will believe you Utthum, if you tell them I gave birth to you.<BR/>Mwahaha,"Cirrus Sprayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446391874481676128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-71831829925896242692007-07-09T23:10:00.000-04:002007-07-09T23:10:00.000-04:00Goodbye cruel world.Goodbye cruel world.On with the blatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00200411660003695918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-11616853607652832982007-07-09T22:57:00.000-04:002007-07-09T22:57:00.000-04:00Larry decided firmly that it was not his day when ...Larry decided firmly that it was not his day when after the washing machine broke he dropped the smallest, most vital screw into it. Desperate, he unwisely, stuck his head and neck in to look for it. It had the musty smell of wet blankets and was black as pitch. He pushed back- but didn't get out. He was stuck, his shoulders forming a perfect suction seal. "Honey?" he called desperately. "Honey!!" <BR/><BR/>There was a a shuffle of feet, then a shriek of laughter. "Larry, you dolt! This is better than the plunger incedent!"<BR/><BR/>"Help..." Larry moaned faintly. It was very stuffy in a washer and he didn't have much air.<BR/><BR/>"Let me get the camera!" she cried between peals of laughter. And again Larry thought it was not his day.<BR/><BR/>(What happened to her photo? Why- it's right here.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-51202933889131762612007-07-09T22:38:00.000-04:002007-07-09T22:38:00.000-04:00Spellbound, Carlos watched as the two socks (one b...Spellbound, Carlos watched as the two socks (one black, one white; one fuzzy, one smooth) performed their intricate mating ritual.<BR/><BR/>As their love reached a crescendo, toes curled and lint flew. And then the socks lay back, spent, the white one looking for all the world like it wanted a cigarette.<BR/><BR/>Who knows how long Carlos would have stood there, transfixed, had his room-mate not broken the spell by uttering "<I>Jesus</I>, Carlos – have some respect! Step away from the socks, man."Papillonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01975368513439917020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-35509791382303540542007-07-09T22:33:00.000-04:002007-07-09T22:33:00.000-04:00Jerome Feathers the carpet cleaner. was thought to...Jerome Feathers the carpet cleaner. was thought to have no emotions. He passed day after day with the same expression. Blank, empty, devoid of feeling. But today was different. Today was Jerome's 47th Birthday. Jerome was sick of the presents his brother would bring him year after year, a DVD, some action flick, which would lay unopened in the shoebox under his bed with the others from previous years. No, this birthday would be different. Jerome would give his brother a present. Some thing that would truly make Jerome happy. Jerome waited inside his apartment, with its few furnishings, a folding card table with one chair, a microwave, a minifridge the washer and dryer with a piece of plywood streched on top serving as a counter, and his bed with the box of unopened DVD's under it, all boring, indiferent, like Jerome had been all these years. Jerome poured the detergent into his wash machine waiting for hsi brother, hsi footsteps in the hallway, muffled through the thin walls. Jerome fought to hide his excitement. He strode to the door, his face a mask, unreadable. His brother came in, smiling, smelling like motor oil from his shop. Jerome led his brother to the makeshift counter, graciously accepting the gift, telling his brother how thougtful he was to remember old, lonely Jerome's birthday. Jerome's brother was at ease. Jerome engaged his brother in their everyday idle conversation, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash the surprise. <BR/>It came. Jerome hurried over to his bed, neatly made, the sheets tucked under the matress. Jerome reached for the box of unopened DVD's and opened it up, shifting the DVD's to the side and....wait, where was it, the gun? Jerome looked up and say his brother smiling. THe gun in his hand. <BR/>"You weren't really going to <I> kill </I> Jerome." said Jerome's brother. Jerome looked at his brother in disbelief, after all these years of planning, his plan had been thwarted! Jerome hung his head, the shock sweeping through him. The dispair, the denail. <BR/>Jerome sunk to his knees as the bulled tore through his skull, and pulled himself towards the washing machine. He stuck his head inside. He had to keep the carpet clean. True to his profession even in death. Bloodstains were just a pain to remove. Defeated he died, as his brother looked upon him and laughed. As Jerome's brother left the apartment, he stopped and picked up the box of unopened DVD's. Might as well watch them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-53562077438112231612007-07-09T20:24:00.000-04:002007-07-09T20:24:00.000-04:00What a cool idea! (First time at your blog.)---It ...What a cool idea! (First time at your blog.)<BR/><BR/>---<BR/><BR/>It was past noon when Steven was finally roused from his drunken slumber by the sounds of pitiful mewing coming from the dishwasher.<BR/><BR/>Unable to stand to his feet he managed to crawl to the kitchen and press his ear against the still warm surface of the appliance. That's when the quiet cries ceased completely.<BR/><BR/>Steven was filled with dread.<BR/><BR/>"Fluffy??!"Tee/Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01213584316807112321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-14118677571727449582007-07-09T19:16:00.000-04:002007-07-09T19:16:00.000-04:00Determined to find out where all those missing soc...Determined to find out where all those missing socks went, Jean Luc, never one to do things halfway, began his quest, head first.L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16527612501533333226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-20373110951285302452007-07-09T13:54:00.000-04:002007-07-09T13:54:00.000-04:00Do you need all your laundry done, but have no tim...Do you need all your laundry done, but have no time? Does washing clothes frighten you to no end? And does the amount of bleach and soap confuse the most strong willed person?<BR/><BR/>Well, no fear! For <I>Dryerhead Man</I> is here! He will clean, dry and fold in record time! And if the machine's breakdown, there is no need to call the Maytag Man, his one-time sidekick, for <I>Dryerhead Man</I> will abolish all villianious issues in one cycle!<BR/><BR/>It's <I>Dryerhead Man</I> to the rescue!Kevin Weckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07759636530282958950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-42986550272263624362007-07-09T13:10:00.000-04:002007-07-09T13:10:00.000-04:00Milton was having a bad day. Besides the fact tha...Milton was having a bad day. Besides the fact that he always hated the name his parents had given him, (“Milton” what were they thinking?) and his girlfriend, Grace was obsessed with female suicidal poets and tried to force their poetry down poor Milton’s throat by reciting it aloud during their lovemaking, and yesterday he was fired from his job as a parking lot attendant, well…..Milton had had it with his life, so he decided to get stoned and end it all by putting his head in the oven, but somehow he mistook the clothes dryer for the oven and that was where Grace found him, and when she saw him like that, so helpless and vulnerable, she swore she would never read another Silvia Plath poem to him again.Lorena's Blogbilingüehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-77097883335262434602007-07-09T13:08:00.000-04:002007-07-09T13:08:00.000-04:00When I was young, my white shirt was clean and whi...When I was young, my white shirt was clean and white whenever it had been washed. <BR/><BR/>But when I become old, I always obsess that my white shirt is not clean and white after washing.<BR/><BR/>Where is the fault? <BR/>Washing machine or detergent or the white shirt or myself?Teetoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10887123183382110634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-9308096232737450522007-07-09T13:05:00.000-04:002007-07-09T13:05:00.000-04:00I have been searching it all long. In the fridge,o...I have been searching it all long. In the fridge,oven under bed. I cant find it anywhere. i dont remember where in the hell did i keep it last night. Ok let me look here. May be i had left here in washing machine. Oh there it is. Now i can properly see and hear. i dont know for what reason had i kept my <B>HEAD</B> here. Anyway now that i got it i can get back to my work.<BR/><BR/>Regards my blog is <A HREF="http://photospeaks.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Photo Speaks</A>Udayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05662885687534610034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-41941253234308132892007-07-09T12:59:00.000-04:002007-07-09T12:59:00.000-04:00"No, dude, I'm serious!" John said as he trained t..."No, dude, I'm serious!" John said as he trained the camera on Sid. "Just a little farther in and you should be able to reach the door in the back."<BR/><BR/>"I don't see it" echoed back.<BR/><BR/>"It's there dude. They built it so that we could sneak into the bar next door without a cover." John stifled a laugh and thought "It'll be great on YouTube..."DW2https://www.blogger.com/profile/04432918240854160550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-82978437446852669742007-07-09T10:35:00.000-04:002007-07-09T10:35:00.000-04:00"Pttuggh," said the Washing Machine, "that was dis..."Pttuggh," said the Washing Machine, "that was disgusting. Not what I thought it was going to taste like, at all."<BR/><BR/> The half-eaten body lay on the floor. The Washing Machine watched it through its wide dial-eyes. "I wonder who's going to clear that up. It's certainly not me."Animal451https://www.blogger.com/profile/10921626853543360821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-72990538373075158102007-07-09T08:03:00.000-04:002007-07-09T08:03:00.000-04:00"Life was so much easier in the early part of the ..."Life was so much easier in the early part of the 20th century" Peter thought to himself. "At least back then the gateway to Narnia would appear in a large wardrobe, now he was forced to spend two hours contorting his middle aged frame into a ridicuously small space trying to get back & forth, if only he had listened to The Ice Queen.Gonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17979621132151870323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-26924549938517552532007-07-09T08:02:00.000-04:002007-07-09T08:02:00.000-04:00well, i'm not in a mood for story writing right no...well, i'm not in a mood for story writing right now. just wanted to say it's a great idea with the pictuer and all.<BR/><BR/>hmmm.<BR/><BR/>also read the last post, it was so cute.Vicioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15181560312817662013noreply@blogger.com