Arm Swinging....Really?

PARIS (AFP) – Biomedical researchers on Wednesday said they could explain why we swing our arms when we walk, a practice that has long piqued scientific curiosity... More

"Has long piqued scientific curiosity" Really? So you're telling me that some scientist out there can't sleep at night wondering why we swing our arms when we walk? LOL Wow, who knew this was such a hot button topic in science.

I tease because when I pulled up the news on the Internet, this was the first article I came too and I thought oh boy, we swing them just because...move on.

And I did....

But do you know what, the next article was one about a man convicted for the second time for buggery! Nope, I didn't mean to type burglary, I mean buggery or for those like myself who had no idea what this is...it's called getting TO friendly with a horse. :0

Now honestly, I could care less what most people do with regards to their sexual life, as long as it has nothing to do with children!! However, this gentleman went to someone else's barn and Wow'd with someone else's horse...TWICE.

~shaking my head as I moved on~

Next up... Mom decapitates infant cause the devil told her to... just the title reminds me of why I seldom read the news. I did read the article and I still want to cry at the insanity of it all.

Yep, I moved on, but you know what by now I was darn desperate to know why we move our arms when we walk!

Apparently, if I'm understanding the article correctly, we use less energy if we do swing our arms rathar than if we hold our arms still...who'da thunk it!

Sunday Scribblings - Where in the World?

Good Sunday morning! Here it is, my first ~gulp~ attempt at time travel. Enjoy...



Fingers ran across the keys, each stroke bringing her closer to realizing her life’s work. One jump would stop the eight seconds that changed the world. Eight seconds that indebted her family to the secret government agency hidden in the caves below the faces of our fore fathers.
The slow steady whine of electricity sounded as the computer came online. Checking her attire for accuracy one last time she stepped onto the raised platform. “Dr. Neal ready for transport, three…two…one. Engage.”
The beam of light hit all at once, pulling her molecule by molecule into what she prayed was the past. Instant heat lanced her eyes, driving heat into her brain and burning her skin to ash. She had failed. There would be no fix. Her family would remain confined and in service, the world would continue never knowing what might have been, but she would finally taste freedom.
“…Oh God…It can’t be…up there…he’s been shot…” Sirens blared as cars sped away. Women cried and the men swore. No one could believe how this could have happened. Had he survived?
Where in the world had she landed?
Reality stretched, distorted then snapped back into place like an over extended rubber band. There was chaos all around, as the motorcade passed. A blur of pink as the beautiful woman crawled to the back of the car. Air rushed around her as a throng of spectators raced to the top of the grassy knoll.
She was too late. She’d failed to stop one man who’d started it all. Too late to save a visionary and as she slid to the ground waiting for the police to descend, she accepted that she was stuck in the past with no way home.

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A touch of Insanity...A Muse...An Inspiration

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Georges-Pierre Seurat.

I could sit for hours contemplating this wonderful work. Did you know the artist, instead of brush strokes, used small points of paint to create the whole of the painting? Seurat was a pointillist. Incredible, huh. All those people are just a group of dots put together until a person appears....imagine the patience needed to complete the work.

Where to even start. The focal point appears to be the small child in white, but is that where he started painting? or did he do the grass first, then add the trees, water, and people at the end? I'm intrigued, always have been.

I think about it and the artist sometimes as I work on a story. Stringing words together to make sentences. Ideas go from paragraph to paragraph, scene to scene, chapter to chapter. I occasionally get frustrated because the words won't flow or my fingers take a break at an unexpected time leaving me with (l;ahliha). Yep, frustration, but you know I have a delete key and backspace to correct my errors, but Seurat had to think through each point before it was placed(I would guess) in order to keep out major flaws.

That takes dedication and a touch of insanity.

Take a look at the painting again. If one man can focus himself to create that baby out of points, I can surely finish another chapter/scene/sentence, (onahafnh) finger breaks included. :)

Sunday Scribblings - The Plan

Kass Andrya Nyx had a plan – The Plan. It was well thought out, easy to execute and a sure fire way to win over Anteros’s mother. It would be easy. All she had to do was walk into the great hall, find Aphrodite and put her feelings on display for all to see.
The white of the column lined passage hurt her light sensitive eyes, but she moved forward into the nest of venomous vipers better known as Mount Olympus. Here, among the painfully cruel, self-involved throng, she would express her deep and unending love for the son of Hephaestus and the Goddess of Love.
Anteros had sworn to her that the approval of the woman who’d done nothing more than bring him into this world meant little, but Kass knew immortality was a bitch at its best and hell at its worst. If they kept Aphrodite out of the loop where love was concerned, she had the means to turn their extended lifetimes into a slow crawl through purgatory.
In this world, it was up to her to appease her lover’s mother and so she would.
Voices boomed in laughter as she arrived. Some Gods played at besting each other with lava forged weapons, while others took turns amusing themselves at the bowl of souls. One life after another on the earth plane, or purgatory, broken at the whim of a God.
The screech of the sacred eagle heralded her arrival. The resulting quiet and collective gaze, threatened and unnerved her. She must, however, finish what she'd started.
“Aphrodite, I am Kass Andrya Nyx. ” She looked up at her would be mother-in-law from knees bent in supplication. “And I love your son.”
“What!” The Goddess thundered from her gilded throne.
“I promise, with my very soul to make Anteros a good wife and beg of you understanding and approval.” She further debased herself at the goddess’s feet.
The wicked warriors watched from their raised platforms as the seemingly gentle lady of love, ripped a hole in Kass’ heart with her poison coated words.
“Erinyes!” The Goddess spat the Greek term for the furies. “Daughter of Alecto, if I’m not mistaken. I would see my beloved Anteros dead before married to a dirty creature of the night. Be gone with you. Return to the underworld and whore yourself to the unclean masses.”
Their laughter overwhelmed. As she ran she realized, The Plan, had worked out about as well as catching a fly with a thunderbolt.

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This Sunday's Scribbling prompt caught the eye of the angriest of the characters currently residing in my head and she couldn't resist playing. :)

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My fingers ~and toes~ are crossed!

So tonight's the night. The Passionate Ink Party: The Politics of Passion will be held tonight in Washington DC. Food, drinks and a group of awesome inker's gather to visit with chapter mates, listen to the fabulous speakers and find out who won the Passionate Plume and Stroke of Midnight contests.

Man I wish I could be there. Mostly because I've never been and would like to meet my fellow inker's, but also because I finaled in the SOM contest. Alas, this year my funds did not match my desire, so I'll cheer on my fellow finalists from here, including my critique partner Lyra Verna and fellow Shapeshifter Seductions bloggist, Paris Brandon! Go ladies!!

Have a great party everyone!

Indulgence

She writhed on the bed
Fingers buried and warm
Reaching for the final moment
Needing the peace it brought.

He watched
A fantasy come true
The picture of excitement, struggle, life
How could he not indulge…

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Is it that time already???

Sunday afternoon, Darling Diva at her friends house, Dear Hubby messing around in the garage and me in a quiet house...yep it was heavenly. I should have been writing, of course, but instead I was working on a new idea. Which is in the same vein and my idea was overpowering my other writing so what is a writer to do....

Anyway, things were going well, lots of plot work and characterization was happening until I hear a grunt and DH calling out to me in his, I love you, but there is something you have to do that I know you won't want to...voice.

So I gird my loins and schlep out to the living room, ever fearful of what task lay ahead.

There stood my DH with no less than four plastic bins on a wheel cart, a spot for me to sit and a stool to get the bins to my height.

Shoot! I know those bins. They house my treasures...books, books and more books.

"Look what I found in the garage." This conversation always starts the same way, he happens across them and thinks it would be a great time to go through them...ACK!

I can do this...I really can, but can he? As I crack open the first bin a gleeful giggle escapes my lips. How could I have forgotten these books? Oh happy day to have them in the house again!

An audible sigh comes from the chair across the room and I peek over at my wonderful hubby. "Can we bring some of them to say half-price books?" Now the idea of a credit for more books must really grind at DH, but bless him for the offer.

I did find several I was willing to part with, but those were mostly college text books, which did thrill my guy cause "those suckers are heavy" LOL.

Have a great day!

Happy 4th of July!

Have a great 4th everyone and stay safe!

My ebooks are demanding a resolution!

Kindle...Iphone...eReader?? What to do, what to do.

Some time ago, my handy little ebook reader gave up the ghost and said her last hurrah, may she rest in peace. Now, however, I am faced with a dilemma. I need a new reader but I can't decide what to go with. They all seem to have their plus' and minus' how can I choose?

So I thought maybe the best place to go from here is to get some personal opinions. Why did you make your choice? Are you happy with your choice? Would encourage others to make the same choice?

My unreadable ebooks thank you for your suggestions. ;)

Say What!!???

Sears Tower unveils 103rd floor glass balconies --associated press story

CHICAGO – Visitors to the Sears Tower's new glass balconies all seem to agree: The first step is the hardest.
The balconies are suspended 1,353 feet in the air and jut out four feet from the building's 103rd floor Skydeck. Their transparent walls, floor and ceiling leave visitors with the impression they're floating over the city...

Just call me chicken! I have a hard enough time looking out the tenth floor windows with wood, cement and carpet beneath me...climb out into a glass box 103 floors above Chicago....

I'll pass.