Where Did the Weekend GO!

I've got a few items to cover here, so please ignore my inane and pointless rambling bear with me.

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...

I was going to get to the highlights evilness of Bad movie night but I can see this post getting waaaayyyy long and dreary and I think that I'll get to that tomorrow night. Let me give you a teaser (that was teaser, not taser)...there were 3 short trailers involving a plane, a fast car and a zombie clown. The main feature, of course, had scantily clad women. And no plot. Talk amongst yourselves...

Father's Day

It was a bit hectic about here on the weekend because of the Father's Day thing. Lots of chores packed into Saturday to avoid doing anything on Sunday. We went to the annual Father's Day Lobster Fest at my sister-in-laws place (see attached photos). A great time was had by all. Only drawbacks were: 1) that my father-in-law showed up there 2 hours early (at 10am) with the lobsters all giddy with excitement about dropping them in the pot). And 2) my parents van conked out on them after the 2 hour drive to get here. Aside from that, all was good.

These are before and after shots of the "to be condemned". Also is a close-up of a caplin, a small fish caught here that is best consumed fried or smoked (as shown). A friend of my father-in-law fishes for lobster and donated 21 to our cause...yum. And don't get the wrong idea. People here don't live off of lobster, or crab, or moose, or caribou, or even arctic hare. You've got to have everything in moderation. Damn! better use up those squirrels before they get freezer burned (just kidding!)