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July 23, 2005

Volume 4, Issue 23

Today's theme is a supernaturally useless, yet creatively useful, character Tarot reading.

Click on the link above and then incorporate cards ten, eleven, and twelve into your 100 words. To find out what the cards mean, hold your mouse over each.

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Wheel! Of! Fortune!

I contacted Freddie with my proposition months before it was his turn to be on the show. The plan was foolproof: I'd give him the solutions beforehand, and he'd milk the wheel, spinning for consonants and buying no vowels. And of course, afterwards we'd split the winnings.

The night of the game arrived. He got his first turn, spun once, and solved the puzzle, with two letters on the board. The look on Pat Sajak's face must have mirrored the look on mine.

While the next puzzle loaded, Freddie mouthed a single word to the camera:

"Justice."

Posted by: G-Do at July 23, 2005 9:33 AM · Permalink

On my sixteenth birthday, Dad left us...

...on a chariot of flame, brighter than the sun.
Visionary took Dad's crew to join the 16 already aboard Ares One.
Mom was worried, but I was proud.

Later, as I watched the orbiting star through my telescope,
Mom said it's time to turn on the nuclear rocket....

a flash of light..

my mom and I screamed together...

phones ringing...

my mom kept screaming...

It took 15 years for the bureaucrats to build Ares Two.
I'm at the Cape, suited up and ready to fly.

Finally, I'm here to finish what Dad started.

The Chariot, The Star, The Sun

Posted by: Randy Shane at July 23, 2005 10:58 AM · Permalink

The worst thing about the parade of trailer trash and wannabe conmen that passed before Judge Judy's bench was that it never seemed to end. But even she had her breaking point. She decided to use the smirking jackass of a defendant as an example by broadcasting a lesson of respect for the judicial process on television.
"One more smart-ass remark from you young man and I'll have you flogged!"
"But . . . Your Honor!" Said the bailiff "That's outrageous! No one has been flogged in this country since the days when judges wore wigs!"
The defendant said "Some still do."

Posted by: Terry at July 23, 2005 3:01 PM · Permalink

The guard shoved me up to the gallows deck. I could see the noose swaying in the breeze.

The Empress sat in her royal box, facing the gallows. She smirked at me, and I knew many men before had silently met the fate waiting at rope's end.

Not today, I thought. Strength.

They cinched the noose around my neck. The executioner bellowed, "Does the condemned have any last words?"

Pointing at the royal box, I shouted, "TOO BAD YOU WEREN'T A BETTER LOVER!!"

I saw her mouth open, aghast, with all heads turning to her as the gallows hatch opened.

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The hanged man, the empress, strength.

Posted by: j.d. at July 23, 2005 3:10 PM · Permalink

My marriage started off well enough. We had a huge wedding, with both of our families and all our friends there. The honeymoon was idyllic. We took walks under the moon, trading endearments.

However, six months into the marriage, I was betrayed, my marriage corrupted. My wife committed the ultimate treason by having an affair with my bestfriend. The two people I trusted most turned out to be hidden enemies.

I was inspired by the History channel. I went to Haiti. There I made an alliance with a voodoo priest. Prudently, I waited ten years before having them declared dead.

The Hermit, The Hierophant, The Moon

Posted by: Gahrie at July 23, 2005 11:30 PM · Permalink