First, I'd like to thank everyone who showed up and both read and took the time to comment on my #fridayflash from last week. All much appreciated. I have to thank Cathy Olliffe for challenging me to produce something when I had all but given up on Thursday evening. Thanks also to Laura Eno for giving me the idea of writing a story about using a whip. I would be lost without the verbal abuse encouragement of my online writing buddies.
My parents were in St. John's for a couple of days to shop and to attend the combined Finch-Stansbury-Davidson lobster cook-up hosted by my sister-in-law and her husband each Father's Day. Therefore, I could only find time to reply to the kind comments people had left about my #fridayflash story. I also processed the last-minute entries to the Land's Edge flash fiction contest. Many thanks to those of you who have thrown your hat into the ring. I'm just happy that there were no undergarments involved...
As a result of said busy-ness, I only managed to comment on a handful of #fridayflash stories written by others. I feel like a slug and shall whip myself mercilessly for my slothfulness. Later. In private. Drinking cheap sherry and wearing nothing but a fez and a smile...
Oh, yeah...I was talking about the lobster cook-up. The photos from said event are still on the family camera awaiting someone with greater technological skills than myself. I shall save time and post three photos from the BBQ last year. Or was it the year before? No matter, it looked pretty much identical to the other occasions with the same family present. Except this time I wore shorts. And got a bit sunburned. And a toy poodle chewed the antennae off some of the lobster...and in case anyone is wondering, that's not a cigar but a smoked fish (caplin) hanging from my mouth. Even though the photo is old, I look pretty much the same. Except for the baldness, the eyepatch and tattoo of Larry King on my...
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...the first sentence had me wondering..... I don't mean to be picky, but I hope you meant 'bear' with me...... :-o
That's hilarious...an unintended pun! Yes, I meant the other 'bear', Sue. You have the soul of an editor...I will change that now. (Mutters to self...&%$*ing spellcheck...)
LOL
Alan, that's a proper Father's Day lunch. I hope there was copious amounts of beer involved as well. Best wishes.
Hey! DIdn't we just talk about the eating of caplin? You're a brave man.
Looks like you had a good time. Probably not as good as wearing a fez, drinking cheap sherry, but still...
Can we hear more about the cheap sherry and wearing nothing but the fez and a smile?
I'm alway glad to give verbal abuse...I mean, encouragement.
I missed it, but if you had 'bare' up there, I think you should have left it. :)
oy! Send some of those crustaceans my way will ya? I've got a vat of melted butter that is VERY lonely at the moment..
Cathy- You know that the sole reason for my existance is your amusement.
David- Aye, mate! And wine, and scotch and a wee Drambuie for afters. I believe I was yellow carded by my liver!
Laurita- It's exactly what we were talking about. But I had to give an example to the non-islanders how to consume one of those beasties. Everything but the tail...
Laura- I suppose that's the only bare that would be happening on this 'family blog'. I can call it that until I talk about Bad Movie night.
Kat- It didn't feel a thing. Honest. Alan doesn't want Greenpeace knocking at his door!
Michael- Sorry, my friend. Best I can do this year is a cardboard box of smelly exoskeleton.
Ya know....I'm all for vomiting up old photos in the interest of saving time but you may just as well have said, "It was nothing like this and I don't know when these were taken." My favorite line is "that's not a cigar in my mouth..." 'cause it's stated WAY before you scroll down to the shot.
You're a hoot, mister...
It's well known in these parts that I will kill for lobster. I envy you.
Looking forward to hearing about bad movie night. Gotta love bad movies!
You just have to put your finger over the part of the picture where there's a fish hanging out of your mouth, and the thing that instantly pops to mind is:
Alan has GREAT hair.
Sorry about the sunburn. Maybe you should think about buying a parasol.
*rethinks that suggestion*
Or a manly personal pop up combination tent/sun shade that might be better.
:0)
I saw the weekend running down street and me together with it (after I got scared by your bottom picture :)
Sadly, I never came up with a flash idea *sigh* I did, however, make two nice young men have kinky sex in a gym. Woot!
Kathryn- Happy to hear that I amuse...I guess I hadn't thought of the Lewinski/Clinton factor when making that statement. Foolish Al...
Jameson- Perhaps we need to work out a trade for those excess steaks you were talking about at your blog...
Karen- I can't think of anything manly about a parasol. Umm...what colour?
Dez- I don't think my bottom was evident in any of those pictures...and that it's scary!
Nat- We'll miss you in the contest. So pretty much the two young men-kinky sex thing indicates it was writing business as usual for you!
HAHA love, love, love the picture of you with the crustacean. :D I've been a bit slow this week too due to travels and such-- we all have 'em, don't we? I'll do better this week!
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