This Just In: Heathers’ Pick


Finally, I have a bit of time to write a ‘real post’.

So, you know how you go into a bookstore and just kinda peruse…

Yup. I’m a peruser…I don’t walk around a bookstore, I become part of it.

I drink in the smells of paper, pot pourri, carpeting, dust, old paint and… well… body odour.

It is truly an experience. I think only a writer can take it all in the way I do. I hear the books calling me, and I go.

Sometimes I set off the alarm when I first walk in, must be the excitement of just being there. The bookstore can never find an explanation for it. I’m betting my bank probably can, but that’s another story.

So, question of the day: I keep seeing ‘Heathers Picks’ on books. Well, who is Heather?

I only knew one Heather, and I doubt she could even read….poor thing….but she sure loved to talk and cyber bully others…

Not HER, I’m guessing.

I’ve thought of asking the bookstore.

Can I meet Heather? I really want to know why she picked this book…did SHE even read it…ever?

How old might this ‘Heather’ be? Old enough to know better? Young enough to wish she didn’t?

Is she an employee, is she on the payroll, does she just drop in, like I do and if so…how do I get to ‘pick’ a book and have a gold sticker with MY name slapped on the front cover…

HEATHER, HEATHER, HEATHER, why is it all about Heather and what she picks? Perhaps it has something to do with that crazy movie ‘Heathers’ that came out in the 80’s. Maybe it’s one of them.

Maybe if you pick a ‘Heather Pick’, you are inducted into some weird cult, or whisked away, never to be seen again.

I’ve never picked a ‘Heather Pick’, I’m afraid if I do, I’ll be hit over the head with a forklift…

In the meantime, I’m going to pick some of this Heather instead….

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Service With a Smile? Not Likely…


http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/19/daily-prompt-service/

Daily Prompt: Are you being served?

by michelle w. on September 19, 2013

What’s the most dreadful (or wonderful) experience you’ve ever had as a customer?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SERVICE.

These daily prompts are starting to sound a lot like my blog….remember when I wroted this?

https://justvisitingthisplanetblog.wordpress.com/2013/06/12/are-you-being-served/

Consider This: there’s a reason your server is always down….

And Furthermore:

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Deep Sixed


http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/daily-prompt-six/

Daily Prompt: Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other

by michelle w. on September 10, 2013

Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIX.

It will go something like this:

Question from the curious:

“What are you working on?”

Answer from Sleepless in Slumberland:

My NEXT article…

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The Remains Of The Day


At the local coffee shop, if the paper is available, I always read the obituaries.

I study each one carefully, checking for grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and content.

This makes some of those around me nervous. Like they think I am looking for them.

I am not.

Nor am I looking for me.

A well-written obituary gives the reader a glimpse into the life of stranger. It gives the newly deceased a bit of honour when they most deserve it and when they can least defend themselves.

It seems to me obituaries have changed a lot over the years. People were less materialistic. Their obituaries reflected that. They usually just mentioned the deceased and immediate family. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing wasted. A good life. A good death. A proper send-off.

Fast forward to our fast-moving, materialistic, ego-driven way of life where it’s more fashionable to keep up with the Joneses than help them raise a new barn.

We’ve complicated death. Made it more competitive. Less compassionate. The longer the obituary, the more important the life, so we think.

I always wanted to write obituaries. I would be honest, well-versed and the grammar and spelling would be awesome. However, I might not mention the raging alcoholic, the womanizer, the one who had it coming, or the crack-head and I’m pretty sure I’d leave out the fact they were hated by everyone, or wanted to die under the wheels of a beer truck.

I’ve never really considered my obituary. I guess it would be better if I wrote it. How can anyone know for sure what they are reading is based on opinion more than the truth.

I think mine should read: The rumours of this death are no longer exaggerated. Loved by The Cat, (we think).

Period. Keep it simple.

It’s less time-consuming for readers.

And I still have so many to get through before the coffee shop closes in a couple of hours…

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