I, Peter Edward Baker, was born in South London on August 19, 1939, the son of me mum, Ruby, who worked in a tobacco shop and me da, a bricklayer son of a bricklayer – until the Royal Signal Corps put him on the front lines. Blitzkreig bombings started when I was a wee lad…
Author: Lisa or Li
Call me Spam
All this week, pretty much all comments made in comment sections of others’ blogs are recognized as spam and sent to the blog’s spam folder. I found this out earlier today when chatting with tech support. This phenomenon is thought to be courtesy of Gravatar. WP sent me to a page at Gravatar to let…
#FF — home sweet home
Her childhood passion to go off-world continued into adulthood. Back then the only way for the working class to do it was to join Space Force as a trooper. As a new recruit she qualified for space station landings and orbiting Earth. Marcia’s last bump in rank allowed her to live in Mars barracks. Orienting…
dVerse — Poetics — imprint
Pulled up to the empty parking lot of the restaurant. Amend that, empty except for one giant Yamaha crotch rocket and a man, standing off to the side, looking at the back patio. His back turned so I could get a long look at his long frame in his tan dress pants and matching…
2020 ALBUM DRAFT: ROUND 1- PICK 9- 10,000 MANIACS- IN MY TRIBE — slicethelife
I’m in a draft pick 100 days 100 albums challenge at Hans blog. Today was my day to pick a favorite album to take on a desert island. There will be 9 more picks for me over the next 100 days (-9 now). 2020 Album Draft- Round 1- Pick 9- Msjadeli selects- 10,000 Maniacs-…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #41 July 14, 2020
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! A little of this and a little of that this week. Princess Tam-Tam (1935) Starring: Josephine Baker, Albert Prejean, Robert Arnoux, Germaine Aussey, Georges Peclet, Viviane Romance, Jean Galland, Teddy Michaud, Henri Richard, Paul Demange, Marion Malville Director: Edmond T. Greville Genres: comedy and drama Synopsis: An…
What do you see # 38 — M & M (and H)
Mercutio’s legs felt of stone as dusk of the seventeenth day convened. How much longer would it take. He unloaded the patient donkey, Horace, put a feedbag of oats over his fuzzy grey ears, then built a small fire for dinner. He wouldn’t starve, certainly, with all of the stock the donkey carried, but his…
