Alpha Beta dailey taley – Bulleted, C and D…

WIO~B~Bitten the Bullet

and some BIRD calls this art …

(I can’t remember her ‘working title’ and I’ve not added her / our copyright so I might be in for a jackass kick to the BACKSIDE and not in my own BACKYARD or the dog will have bird for breakfast… I’m about to have mine, cornflakes, then I’ve got to get on with my C’s for tomorrow… (that was at time of drafting, missed hitting publish, too drained to free-write C or D along way, so publishing this now for a C and D Sunday… as there not only words but also C and D words in this tale.

She (C) says, one of her personal friends achieved his Foundation Diploma by making paintings of real dead chickens – headless chickens or those with their necks wrung. He progressed to becoming a fully-qualified art graduate with WORK like standing a ladder against a  gallery wall and placing a real dead fly on a gallery-wall-shelf. We’re sure there was more to it than that, of course.

She, being an artistic friend of mine, embracing relective practice in fine form, BELIEVES her original artist friend might even agree that her photo is art. BOTH or neither of them would BE BOTHERED if no-one in the world agreed with them. So is that just artists BEEFING the other up? He want on to fully-qualified flaneuring and flouncing about floating his boat in fine style and she want on to make art of all sorts and reflected on his fly by placing a real dead bee on an abstract paper flower for a 2012 Jubilee piece in a Jubilee themed art exhibition.

STILL, it does make my blood boil that there are BUFFOONS who shoot at BIRDS and this one clearly got the bullet and then had it’s neck wrung by a compassionate BY-PASSer who left it in the road. BEing as she is, BONKERS, Colette made a special trip back to the site sometime later and I’m not putting that picture up whatever she calls it. Art or not, a fully formed BULLETed BIRD in the middle of the road is one thing, but blogging one after traffic???

Some people wouldn’t know what to make of any of it, I’m sure and probably say, ‘how IS IT art?’, or, that it’s rubbish. This dead bird could have done with a BLACK BAG and BINning but he/she was BIODEGRADEABLE and the final photo shows there was nothing much left for a burial after BURNT rubber.

So, that’s life, or it was… BYE for now… C’ya witha cheerier post for tomorrow, mayBE…

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Alpha Beta dailey taley – Bulleted, C and D…

Alpha Beta daily taley – Antedote

(Fiction  532 words)

“April Fool’s!” she giggled. I didn’t get the joke and somehow missed the trick. Barely awake as we sat at the kitchen table making our way through breakfast as if there were no tomorrow and the sugar puffs might disappear into thin air …

“Anyway, you’ll be late for school and don’t use all the milk!” I couldn’t help but be abrupt in my tone and manner, but she remained as oblivious to my mood as I was of whatever her idea of the big joke was.

“About time you practise learning your alphabet again Dad, you’ve not been to school for AGES and it’s all going rusty if you don’t practise… you’ve just got to attempt the A to Z challenge!”  “No way you’re a proper blogger till you’ve done that!”

I wondered how she could articulate speech with those spoons full of cereal shovelling back and forth to her mouth, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Anytime soon she’d be out to school and I could have a cuppa in peace, as long she’d not been greedy with the milk.

“So are you are you and your friends doing this challenge thing then Alison?” I asked, trying to sound interested.

“Nah!” she replied, “can’t with a tumblr blog and I’m not changing. I’ve got after school clubs and netball tournaments and exams to revise for and I’ve not had time to forget my alphabet like you must have by now.” She giggled again, almost choking on her breakfast.

“So what do you have to do for this challenge thing then and why is it such a big deal?” I wasn’t all that interested really, but a parent has to make an effort however annoying their offspring might be at that certain age. I should have anticipated the reluctance to converse as soon as I returned apparent interest.

“Oh dad! You’ve got the internet AND a dictionary so look it up! Although it won’t be in a book. You gotta blog it, every day, blog a letter a day. But the dictionary’ll be useful for some words. Keeley says everyone’s mums and dads are doing it. It’ll be on Twitter too, you’d better get one.” She picked up her bowl and slurped the rest of her milk before racing out of the door with a “Gotta go, see ya!” and a heavy handed slam of the door that shook the house,

A to Z challenge I wondered. However did she think I’d ever have time for …

Almost adolescense! At that age I wouldn’t have dreamed of advising my father to re-learn his kindergarten schooling. I picked up my paper and turned to the ads, any annoying offspring antedote available anytime soon?

All this time later I still don’t know what her April Fool’s joke was about and when I asked afterwards, she said she daren’t tell me, and if I didn’t know already then what I didn’t know couldn’t hurt me.

I did the challenge – Alison’s Anecdotes, Beggar’s Belief, Carry on Crazing… she didn’t pay it the slightest attention all April and the only time she ever glanced at one of my blog posts her only assertion was :”Is that all?!”

Alpha Beta daily taley – Antedote

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If this is your first visit since I added the Internet Defence League banner via widgets during site updates, I hope it behaves well for you as it has for me and not been a nuisance while browsing…

Eventually I’ll make a hub page here I think perhaps, but I’m supposed to be in poetry class and i’m being treated poorly enough by tutors already and can’t fall behind any more for personal reasons or others… lol, as if…

So, nearly forgot geography and I’ll be climbing a lot of stairs and blowing dust off old books for a change cos the computers are down in the geoeco-wing and I’ve only got till Thursday to deliver on a project and I’ve a reblog to catch up on for ICT practical and then there’s story telling with sculpture, class… and I can’t remember how many things I SAID I might be able to do for supplementary learning aka socialising, but I have now made a sorta calendar stretching to the end of  week 1 July to keep track of before they let me off campus for another rip-roaring party like an animal UNLESS I’ve done my homework and NOT dobbed the professor whoozit in… now when reach the top of the stairs can I remember how to turn a page…?

(and will I get busted for dust?!)

deep breath…

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