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July 28, 2005

Volume 4, Issue 28

One could fire a gun.

One could fire an employee.

One could even fire off an email complaining about today's theme.

Since yesterday was wind, I will stick to the elements and say the theme for today is:


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The Eschatologist: Trinity

Robert squinted through the heavy binoculars one last time before passing them back to the general. Good weather, clear skies, he thought. All should go well.

He could hear money changing hands behind him, the gathered staff and VIPs whispering amongst themselves.

"Trust me. It'll be a dud."

"I'll take that bet, the gadget will work and well. 'Bout 18kt, I say."

"You're on!"

Robert waved them all silent before putting on his sunglasses. He looked at the clock. 5:29am and 42 seconds...43...44...45.

The sun came early that day in New Mexico.

"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

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Michele: Oops, I Did it Again

“Michael, can I have a word with you?”
“What did I do now?”
“Do you remember when I said Mr. Moriarity should experience a trial by fire?”
“Micheal, do you know what the term figuratively means?”
“Ok then. See, when I say trial by fire, I mean gain experience by doing, even if the doing doesn’t turn out so well.”
“Ohh..ahh...so you didn’t mean....”
“ No, I’m afraid I didn’t.”
“Bummer. I don’t think I can undo...”
“No, you can’t. No undo.”
“And they wonder why angels get cast out.”
“I’ll pack my pitchfork, sir.”

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Ted: Quiet Little Town

The smoke was almost all gone by the time Engine 36 arrived. Seems the bacon had gotten a little a too crispy. No need for them today.

The kitten stuck in a tree managed to get down by herself. Engine 36 just drove by as the old woman waved her thanks.

Old Mr. Parker called in to report that he had seen smoke in the woods behind the Simpson place.

Engine 36 swung into action. They raced to the farmhouse at a whopping thirty miles an hour, eager to face the worst.

They surprised a troop of scouts making s'mores.

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