#Stream of Consciousness Saturday
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Swamp Creatures
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Heart
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “heart.” Use it any way you like. Have fun! Have you ever noticed the words in the word h-e-a-r-t. Grab a cup of tea. Lend an ear. Hear what you can with your heart. He might have heat for her. But involve the muse of art. Scramble a bit for the Earth. Possibly shed a tear. How did that rate? Do you find more? Can you make it heart…
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#SoCS Dec. 24, 2022
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cozy.’” Use it any way you like. Have fun! (And Merry Christmas if I don’t come back before then! A few evenings ago, we were in our town searching for gifts. In one shop we saw a wooden candle stand. But it was not very appealing. The sales-person said with a smile that no one uses a candle these days. It is true. Most people have…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Prompt "Cozy."
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Cozy.”
The sound of coffee being produced by the AI that is the cursed machine brings a feeling of joy to the heart. It is coffee that seals the overall cozy feeling that life is worth living. Without coffee, a barren wasteland that is barely existence unfolds in front of even the most optimistic soul. Lucky for me, the machine decides to grant me one more day of bliss. Cup in hand and sip in mouth…
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#author#books#Circumstances of Childhood#Eternal Road - The final stop#fiction favorites#His Revenge#John W. Howell Author#My GRL#Our Justice#Stream of Consciousness Saturday#The Contract with Gwen Plano#The Last Drive#Writing Prompt
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday 11/23/2024 Just Waiting #socs
It seems to me that we spend our lives just waiting… for a little more time for a little less stress for things to change for justice to happen for extra money left over after bills are paid And none of these ‘just waitings’ will happen without our acting upon them in some way. Life is exhausting. Linda is our hostess for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
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Roll out the Holly!
I’ve just made my first run at tossing away a batch of holiday catalogs. The recycle bin will soon overflow with catalogs advertising expensive, sometimes weird goods.The Hammacher-Schlemmer catalog wants me to buy a giant inflatable Frosty the Snowman. Frosty shows clips from the cartoon on a screen in his belly. Then, there are catalogs for every type of clothing imaginable, jewelry, sporting…
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A Degree Not Schooled #Debut #ShortStory #SoCS
A Degree Not Schooled - A man reveals dark secrets, confronting a former schoolmate. #SoCS #ShortStory #Debut #Microfiction #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #HorrorCommunity #HorrorFiction #SciFiHorror #DaretoShare #IndieHorror #HorrorWriters #ScaryStories
Today’s story is brought to life by the following prompt… The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 31, 2024 Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “school.’” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Have fun! A Degree Not Schooled Keith smiles as he playfully grips a handful of his hair, then tosses it back. “I was schooled by the best of the best,…
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SOCS-Spruce
This morning I spruced up the house a bit when I woke up. I folded all the couch blankets. I did up the dishes in the sink, wiped down the counters, and straightened up my desk. I nagged the girls until they cleaned their crap off of my dining room table. In Pittsburgh we don’t say spruce, we say ”rid up.” Right now, Danielle is ridding up her room because she has a friend coming over. I need…
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#SoCS - Heartburn, a poem
My heartburn is horrendous Stomach to lips Hurting me Ouch. I don’t know what causes it … stress, maybe? But it’ll go away, sometimes for a few days and then it’s back with a vengeance. And I don’t think I eat anything different on those days. Maybe I do the day before, though, and it’s a delayed reaction. Is that a thing with heartburn? Probably the stress. This almost perfect post was brought…
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Oh, man, am I obsessed with you— strawberry soda in a dream, I want to give your coffee cream, I want to toast to you and do a little movie scene. You don't know what I mean— I mutter to you all the time beneath my breath pathetically. I speak to you in reverie, I'm animated and sublime, and you are laughing, too. The corner of my view, the window into joy, you are— you're all things pleasant, interesting, worthwhile. I yammer, draw, and sing and explicate serene, bizarre things freely as they come. I ask you where you're from and where your home is, really, now— still here? You're one thrill-seeking man, experienced traveler. How can the universe I know allow you really to exist? In truth, you're made of mist and I am only on cloud nine. I decorate it like my room and spray the couches with perfume I really don't wear, but it's mine— and you, beloved guest, you know I am obsessed but you approve it. I'm no threat— I love, and I am right to love. I'm caught in the illusions of embarrassments comfortably set on trays for me to eat. You're simply just too sweet.
"Musings" - a poem written 5/18/2024
#i've been making more creative work this month ive been meaning to post and not posting#and that i really do wanna post bc i feel like i always ULTIMATELY forget the things i really like that ive written#been doing that a lot lately not just this month. i dont know. ive been writing more things i like again#im incomprehensible. dont listen to me. im yammering#and you reader. i dont even imagine you as a handsome man right now. sorry if you are one#i dont imagine you as one. reader. reader youre no better than me thats how i view you#im sorry that is to say i dont imagine you very highly. very sorry#2024#poetry#poem#sestets#iambic meter#iambic tetrameter#iambic trimeter#form poetry#poets on tumblr#rhyme scheme#stream of consciousness#didnt have it in me to make a pretty image from this one but frankly it's just too long and it's too late#i meant to post more of my work this month today but i was home alone for more than twelve hours so i spent it all w my dog#dickens and i were reading cymbeline#crazy saturday night
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So, Questionable Content
Last week I started it from the start for what has to be the first time since I first discovered, several years ago? Probably?
And now I want to rant. About one specific point: we saw the robot liberation.
Not on-screen or anything, but there's definitely a "before" and "after" to robots having rights, in this universe, and we've been privy to it. And most characters also remember the time before. And I think that's nice.
Story-wise, obviously I don't expect it to be nice for them. Though nobody seems too traumatized either, but that's just in the nature of a light-hearted slice-of-life.
Actually we don't know exactly what the timeline is, that I can tell. I doubt it's the 20+ real-life years the comic has existed, is it? But it's probably been a few. There is at least one explicit timeskip, right after the Marigold-Aurelia joint stream, we see a bit of the immediate aftermath and then the very next page is Clinton complaining that it's been "months" but he still sees that stuff going around online.
There may be other timeskips that I'm not remembering.
If it has been approximately real-time in-universe, then I guess Sam didn't witness the change. But even if that's a stretch, I would guess it's probably it was when she was too small to remember, so it's effectively still been "always", as far as she cares. So, a decade?
But Momo mentions being about four years old at some point, and I'm pretty sure she also precedes liberation, so probably not a decade, no.
On the lower end of my guesses, I'd peg it at two years-ish, minimum, specifically because of the Singularity.
Oh yeah that is also a thing that happened basically off-screen but definitely in the timeline. It was before robot rights, and they are presumably related to it, but how and precisely when we cannot say for sure.
The only real, almost explicit acknowledgment of it, other than Pintsize and Winslow reacting to the announcement on the day it (officially?) happened, is when Clinton remarks that humans don't know how battery technology works. He doesn't explicitly say it, but it's in a way that implies they cannot know; his main concern is that regular people seem to not care about things like that.
If I had to guess, Yay has to be a post-singularity development. They'd be one of my main suspects of being the singularity, except their existence was highly secretive so it cannot be behind the announcement. Anyways, they claim to be two years and change, so I feel pretty confident in saying the singularity cannot have been after that, unless they really are an alien who came here unrelatedly.
Back to robot rights, that also had to have happened before May's crimes, because they landed her in robot jail, rather than a factory reset or something.
I wonder about the robot rights organization. They're not quite the same definition of "rights", clearly they're concerned with stomping abuse and bigotry, not with making rights exist in the first place. But maybe they were, back in the day? Beepatrice probably didn't, she seems way too innocent. I guess that may be trauma but that would seem too dark for this story's tone.
But how about her predecesor at the nonprofit's leadership? The one that ran away to become modern art. That sounds like it could be a retirement, after the big fight was done and by any reasonable definition they won.
Also their original founder, the unnamed wealthy sci-fi author. She was human, therefore already around before robot liberation. We know she was sympathetic to that cause, at least at the end of her life. Did she provide funding, or advocacy, or something?
But what I really want to talk is Bubbles, naturally. One of the few things she says in defense of her choice to be a soldier is that she's legally a citizen, and therefore should be allowed to enlist. But of course she wasn't always. Whether she specifically existed before robot liberation, we definitely were already watching this world before she and her team deployed.
She seems to believe her team was betrayed by the global robot community, presumably with the intent of discouraging the world's governments from allowing their people to be welcomed into armies. Which, would seem to have worked, mostly, kinda.
So now I can't stop wondering what exactly we were looking at, while those soldiers died. Was it while during Emily's birthday? Before Marten became a librarian? Was Faye dating Angus? Not yet? Not anymore? Etc etc etc.
Also, unrelated to all of that, there's a Greg who is Clinton's online nemesis, and also a Greg who is a bus driver who Willow tried to befriend. Until proven otherwise, I will assume they are the same Greg.
#questionable content#webcomic#this was supposed to be a stream-of-consciousness thing but then i got self-conscious and started editing#that was saturday‚ today is tuesday‚ so here it goes#anyways‚ the bottom line is that this comic is the only good piece of star wars media
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reading 4 books at once, soon it will be 5 if i don’t finish one of them by this week.
#wolf hall by hilary mantel (which i started yesterday)#franny and zooey by jd salinger (almost done with this but i want to savor it)#the passion according to g.h. by clarice lispector (the stream of consciousness style of writing makes this incredibly dense but i love it)#saturday lunch with the brownings and other stories by penelope mortimer (short story collection. yk how it is)#number 5 will be a romcom i have to read for this irl book club im in. they keep choosing books i have little to zero interest in 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#but i want to attend the meetings so i’ll have to at least try reading it lmfao. L 👎🏻#diary
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Just
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “use ‘just’ in your first sentence.” Use the word “just” any way you’d like in your first sentence, then just write to your heart’s content. Enjoy! Just sit right down and… Name that tune! 😁 My stream didn’t start there. Earlier I thought of just how often Grammarly and the autocorrect monsters point out my constant use of this word. I…
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Away from Home-40
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Prompt "Just"
The black machine just sits, waiting for a command. The touchpad offers selections to please every coffee lover’s taste. The conundrum is which to select. There’s the Americano, flat white, cappuccino, Latte, espresso, single cup, and double cup. My finger follows its muscle memory and selects the double cup. The icon lights up to let me know the order has been received. The grinding, groaning,…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday - 6/29/2024 - Of Chickens and Going to the Movies #socs #familystories
My mom was born in 1933. She grew up a few miles outside of the town where she (and I) was born and raised. She was the youngest of four siblings and ten years younger than the oldest. Her family wasn’t poor, per se. They lived better than hand-to-mouth, and her father, my grandfather, had a steady job, sometimes two. Her mom was a typical wife and mother of the time period. They raised pigs and…
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