cat for sale

Facebook: "I have a cat for sale…okay free, if you want him. Earlier today, I heard Tom, my talkative, way too talkative cat, huffing and sniffing at the door wall. I got up from my comfortable couch to check him out. My guess was that he caught a whiff of that darn outside cat, I don’t know if it is a male or female.
Anyway, at the door, his tail was puffed up and he started to whine. I decided to close the door and end this conversation. It was like he didn’t care, I darn near smashed his head in the door, but he moved out of the way just in time. He continued to whine so I picked him up to, kind of, comfort him. He just gave me a weird look so I put him down.
As I walked away he reached and grabbed my ankle…putting all of his claws into my flesh. I just looked at him for a couple of seconds and gently took his paw off of my ankle.
Tom will be 11 years old this coming October…40 something in cat years. I am going to have to watch him a tiny bit more because I think he is crazy, as I type this with him sitting in my lap."



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Fred Green, to walk or run...what was the question?

Fred Green: "While on my daily walk/run, I couldn't run. I notice that if I miss a day or two it's hard from to run that next day. So, as I was walking I went over what I did this weekend, and for the love of me, I really didn't remember what I did! I had to go all the way home and check my calendar to find out. I thought I had Kayaked on Friday, but it was really on Saturday and I kayaked on Sunday. I guess I should quit drinking on the weekends."



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Facebook

Facebook: "Talk about nuts; going to a picnic today...I mentioned that I was bringing veggie dogs and buns, and of course, junk and stuff like that. Anyway, someone mentioned they were bringing real hots dogs. Someone then broke into the conversation with a reply...They don't eat hotdogs or burgers. I was thinking and wanted to reply -- WHO CARES! Bring what you want to eat! GEEZ!"



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I just got back from the grocery store and I just realized; I messed up again...Instead of getting junk food, chips and some donuts, for breakfast, I ended up getting apples and some bananas...I gotta quit drinking. 

The Runner

Fred Green: "Talk about an OMG moment...On my daily walk (I walk 1.5 miles and run 1.5 miles) I heard someone yelling, from behind me, "On your right!" Heard when someone is trying to pass you. Coming from behind me was this older guy, I would say he was in his mid- 70s or later. He passed me and kept going. Talk about being Jealous... LOL..."



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Fred Green - I have two giant blue shopping bag purchased from...

Fred Green - I have two giant blue shopping bag purchased from Ikea many years ago. I usually use them when I go grocery shopping so I won't have a collection of plastic bags. Of course that's not the case. I have over 200 or so plastic bags hanging in the wash room. WHY? you may be asking...Because I keep forgetting to take the darn Ikea bag into the store with me, every time! I am really going to have to stop drinking!"



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Fred Green

I just saw the 25 most hated mammals on earth. The number 1
most hated are humans! I kinda figured that in the first place.

(1) Fred Green

(1) Fred Green: "I think I am getting soft in my older years; I was cutting the grass, today, and there was a big frog in my way. So, I picked it up and tossed it to the side, into the bushes. At that second, I thought, I tossed him a little to hard, not like I wind up and threw him, but I hear him hit the ground and he gave out a little, Oppfff. I had to apologies to the little critter. Now I am going to have to wait for them to get out of the way. (not really, I'll toss em, but not as hard. :-) )"



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(9) Fred Green

(9) Fred Green: "Talk about a change of the weather. Yesterday it was over 90 degrees. This morning I woke up it was about 57 degrees.
Anyway, yesterday I had to fold up my blankets and forgo my Pjs. So, I had to sleep under a nice thin sheet. Well, last night I turned the air conditioner on about 10: 55, considering that it was scheduled to go off at 11 pm. I did this so that it would be cool in the house when I woke up this morning, not knowing it would be as cool as it got this morning.
Around 6am, this morning, I felt cold, I really felt the chill. I also had the window open and the ceiling fan blowing on high.
I also noticed a lump under the sheet next to me. I lifted the sheet and was greeted by that knucklehead cat of mine, Tom. Sometime during the early morning, he had managed to get up under the sheet and snuggled up next to me to steal some heat from me.
I fell back asleep and he was still there when my alarm went off at 7am. He then proceed to slap me in the face, his call to feed him. I am going to have to close my door, now…maybe."



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Here's something you don't see every day: the most expensive material on this planet is antimatter at 27 trillion dollars a gram!!!

Fred Green

Fred Green: "Its 90 degrees or about...The one thing I like about this weather, my cats don't want to sit on my lap or for that matter have anything to do with me. I'm fine with that. My only complaint, why does that little tiny cat take up a whole couch? I wanna lay down too!"



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(1) Facebook

(1) Facebook: "Geez...I'm all out of coffee. I guess I am going to have to make a run to Costco and get one of those boxes, of 100 K-cups and five pounds of coffee, too! What am I going to do..."



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What I hate about not working out, (for a week, now), I eat more junk food, IE. Potato chips and cookies and ice cream... Stuff like that.

Aliens or not?

I just realized why Aliens haven't visited earth...Earth is a prison planet! They got rid of the criminals of the galaxy and put them here!

Fred Green

Fred Green: "Here's something you don't see everyday: I was driving on the freeway today, on my way home from the dentist, and I noticed a Tesla up ahead. I caught up with it and noticed the driver was laying back and didn't have his hands on the wheel. Way to go Tesla. But I wasn't fazed. I took my hands off the wheel and drove for about a hundred feet before I head to grab hold of the wheel again."



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Fred Green

Fred Green: "I was watching a little film, in regard to, The top 10 cities that will disappear by 2100. Nine of the ten by natural means, meaning, earthquakes, floods, volcanoes, rising seas and so on. You kind of figure that all of the east and west coast would take the hit, but they added Detroit?!! Saying that it will disappear because of population loss, crime,(being the murder capital 4 years running), loss of homes, economics decline, and a slew of other man-made disasters? You mean to say that Detroit will disappear? Considering that it's on a "small" surge of a recovery right now? Man made things can be overcome. Natural may or may not. Let's Make Detroit Great Again!! ;-)"



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Fred Green

Fred Green: "Here's something you don't see every day: While crossing the street a car passed by. In the front seats were two women smoking cigarettes, windows closed. In the back seat where 3 children, one of them had to be less than 12 months. I thought there was a law for that."



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My Writing Life -- New Beginnings

I wrote on Facebook, about four days ago, that I had submitted my screenplay to Amazon studios to be evaluated and hopefully accepted and possibly get paid. Being this was my first screenplay, based on a short story I wrote many years ago, (I have a second script finished but I need to work on it also), I figured it was about time to get this career of mine jump started, once more.

Being that this was the first time I had ever written a script of any kind, I knew it wasn’t the best, but I gave myself an “A” for the effort of at least trying something different. I had gotten a book on screenwriting, but only read about a third and what I mean by a third, I truly skimmed through the book and tried to only read the highlights.

I then went and purchased the screenwriting program, Final Draft, (which, for some reason won’t work on Windows 10 and a new version runs about $160!). I took my story and tried to re-create it, as the program showed me how, step by step.  My Seventy-five word story was finished as a fifty-nine page script. However, the script sat on my desk (and in my hard drive) for at least eight or so years, collecting dust.

A few years back my brother was in town and I let him read the script and of course he liked it, (everyone who as read any of my stories always tell me they like or love my stories, of course they don’t count, to a point), and he wanted to take it back with him, to California, and show it to one of his producer friends. He later called me and told how those “friends” like it, too. Of course I have never heard anything about my script again, no matter how many times I asked. (Twice).

Anyway, today, I received an email from Amazon Studios, in regard, to my submission. It was rejected. It stated that they had determined that my script did not meet the needs of their development slate at that time. 

Where have I heard that statement before? About twenty years or so ago I sent this same story to a Sci-Fi magazine. It was returned to me, rejected. I know that the reader read the entire story because my manuscript reeked of cigarette smoke on every page. Their rejection letter indicated, almost word for word, the statement above. So, I made a bunch of corrections, re-wrote a lot of the story and re-submitted it.

A week or so later I got another letter from that editor saying that they didn’t ask for me to send it back to her. Ouch! That put a damper on that story for many years.

Looking back over the many years, I have been trying to edit my own works, apparently to no real success. I’ve had the knack of editing other’s works but have been terrible at editing my own. I majored in Journalism. Creative writing came later in my life.

Anyway, Amazon Studios finished their note with; if you make significant revisions to your work, you are welcome to re-submit it in the future. Whatever that means. Well, I do know what it mean…I just have to keep working on it until I get it right or enough money to send to my stories to an editor/proofreader.

In the meantime, I have dusted off all of the books I purchased many years ago on how to screen write. The one I have to pay attention to, “Screenwriting for Dummies”. I know I have a couple more book, locked or lost downstairs in my fortress of books, I just have to make the effort to get up from this comfortable sofa and put on my shoes and go down there to that scary place and get more books. Just kidding… or was I?

Anyway, it looks like I have a lot more reading to do and I mean slow reading. (I can speed read, but I usually read fast only when I am reading a novel.)  And, of course, save a ton of money so I can get my stories read. Does anyone know of anyone who wants to be a beta reader?  I want to, need to get this done before this year is out.

My only problem, right now, everyone I have asked, for help, tells me yes, but never come through. So, I have to read, read and do more reading, to get through this on my own. I will get it done…I have so much to do…I would like to say I have so little time, but that’s just a myth. I will work with one thing at a time and that time is now. 

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THE POLE

Excerpt from The Pole:

“Hey, guys!” Pete yelled from the latrine. Bobby and another barrack mate, Coop, poked their heads into the doorway.

“Listen up, guys. How about us meeting up at the Bunker at 2345.” Pete said, as he huddled over the bowl of a toilet, a nasty looking toothbrush in his hand. He turned back to what he was doing and continued to scrub the toilet with the toothbrush, now under the rim, as he talked.

“Eh, Coop, you go and round up the rest of the squad. Let them know that we’ll be meeting at the Bunker, at whatever time I said.” Pete said without looking up.

“2345.” Bobby interjected.

“Okay.” Coop said, and then promptly left the room.

Bobby went into the latrine and stood over Pete. For a long minute, Bobby stared into the ceiling.

“You know, Pete, if you weren’t such a disruptive influence–”

“Bobby-boy, don’t start with me!” Pete said, now scrubbing harder at the base of the toilet.

“Hey, those are the sergeant’s words. I think, you know, you shouldn’t go up against the sergeant.”

Pete stopped what he was doing and looked up at Bobby, sneering as he did so.

“You could be on latrine duty for the rest of your tour.” Bobby said.

“You got a toothbrush I can borrow?” Pete said, throwing the green stained bristled toothbrush at the trashcan. It bounced off one wall then off the adjoining wall and went into the can.

“Nothing but net!” Pete said, now standing up. “…and the crowd goes wild!”

“Look, we have got to talk!” Bobby said. Bobby took his tee shirt off and hooked it up under his belt. Pete stared at Bobby, deeply, darkly.

“If command finds out about this private war of yours the squad is going to go down in flames. You don’t want to see that do you?”

“You, my good man, DON’T HAVE TO GO IF YOU DON’T WANT TOO!” Pete screamed. “Neither does the rest of the squad.” Pete said, lowering his voice. “You’re right. This is my war. Come if you want to or don’t. I really could care less.” Pete sat down on the john.

“Could you get that brush for me?”

Bobby backed toward the door. When he reached it, he turned and went into the barracks. A moment later, he returned with his travel kit. He unzipped it and removed a pink toothbrush holder.

“Pink?” Pete said.

“Hey, my mother got it for me when I left earth, okay!” Bobby handed Pete his toothbrush and Pete returned to the meticulous job he had done so often.

“We’ll talk about it at the Bunker, okay?”

“Yeah, anything you say, Pete.” Bobby said as he walked over to a sink and removed a pink soap holder from his bag. He took out a bar of soap, turned the hot water tap on and started to wash his hands.