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Lazy Prompt Day

Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self (feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).


Another ten minute free write? I guess this is the Daily Post’s way of getting off early from work. Some days there is imagination abound and some days the people throw up a Ready, Set, Done just to do something. Nothing thought provoking or specific to a certain topic.

Guy gets up today to post the daily prompt: “Ahh…I’m tired today…Just throw up a ready, set, done and let’s go home for the week day.”

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This is me sleeping last night

I’m beginning to think my college degree is worthless. It’s been about five months since I graduated and still no job. There have been prospects but I haven’t had the gumption to answer them and the field I graduated in is losing interest in myself. My interests are changing rapidly. I’m more into photography and computer design now. I’m also getting big on writing on WordPress (at least for now until the bubble bursts). 5 more minutes, what to write about?

I have never played golf. Been on a golf course once with my grandpa riding the golf cart, watching him play, but I have never had the chance to actually swing a club on an actual green. I got to practice swings at the Jackson Gold Dome but I was terrible, the ball never leaving the ground. I got a little ticked when a teacher behind me said, “Keep trying Matt, you’ll get it” in that false hope voice as if I should just give up.

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thoughts on ice

Can’t get through to you can I? No, my words never quite carry very far in the WordPress world. I have some trouble expressing myself in as few words as possible and choosing the right words can be difficult. There’s a lot on my mind but not much happening in my life to really fuel the need to expose those thoughts.

Yeah, my life is quite boring. We make the daily trip commute to Plasma in Lansing two times a week to get money but other than that, my life is uneventful at the moment. I want to go more places. We went a lot of places this summer such as Missouri, to drop my sister Emily off at college, and Wisconsin, to see my sister Liz and her boyfriend/future hubby Shaun and his boy, Jace. I would like to visit a third world country some day but that looks like a pipe dream right now.


Daily Prompt 10/23/14

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My Long Lost Imaginary Friend

Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)


I had an imaginary friend named Munchie. Where that name came from I have no clue…it just popped into my head one day while I was perusing the wooden slabs of the playground by myself, lost in deep thought as usual. Maybe because it sounded so amusing and playful to my childlike brain. From around the beginning of elementary school I followed him through his training at what I called the Academy, a futuristic space school, being mentored in classes, and advancing alongside me grade by grade. There were always tasks I would commence in my head that he would have to do at this Academy such as one time near the monkey bars, I envisioned a science class and something involving plates.

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This is how I envisioned “him”, always from the back with dreadlocks
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What I think ‘Voyager’ looked like. I can’t really find any picture like the one in my head so Star Trek will have to do.

Voyager. This was how my adventures with Munchie began. What I called the entry level for him at the Academy. It was the entering of an exciting place for me, one where I could escape the reality of the world – which meant having to converse with others which I was very afraid of and quite uninterested in at the time. It all started around kindergarten near this big jungle gym dome on the playground that looked like a spider’s web. I was walking along the border slats, the idea for my imaginary friend forming tantalizingly in my mind. There was a strange, dark, shadowy figure in my head when I first started. He spoke to Munchie, being the first to call him by his name, and instructed him on what he was about to embark on, telling him of the long, treacherous journey that he would take. He spoke in a real authoritative voice, but acted like a father figure to Munchie or Munch as I called him a couple of times. Munchie listened to him intently, simply nodding his head and going through the various steps to one day become the master that Mr. Dark wanted him to be. There was always a cold chill that ran down my back whenever he would speak. He was so convincing but his voice lurked on the edge of danger.

Out of this World. What came to be called the imaginary universe that my friend Munchie lived in until about fifth grade. I remember rushing down the big tube slide and imagining that was the grand entrance or portal to the world. Then, when my Munchie reached seventh grade (me skipping ahead in my mind because of the feeling of our time becoming less), I started “In of this World”, which didn’t last long; it was a sign of our friendship degrading as our time on the playground started to become more and more apparent and people thought I was weird. But I liked being different. It was a comforting feeling to have this little universe all to myself. When someone would try to interrupt it I got very defensive and quite anxious at having any discussion. I just wanted them to leave so I could continue with my inner fantasy. There was an embarrassing time once in the second grade I believe where I was talking to my imaginary friend on the wooden platform under the slide and Adam Noakes, a kid of short stature who I always envisioned becoming a mystery writer, came by and sat down by me, wanting to talk. Since I was very shy about talking to anyone I immediately got up and ran over to the swings. I saw him staring back at me looking confused, like I didn’t want to talk to him because I had something against him. No, it wasn’t that. I was busy being lost in my imaginary world with my imaginary friend and someone catching me muttering things to myself shocked me quite a bit. I didn’t want anyone to know about my weird escapades off to a fantasy land. Everything was a lot better and more exciting when I didn’t have to face reality or have people interfere.

At around the end of fifth grade, our time together was starting to vanish quickly. I could no longer hide my wandering around and talking to myself any longer – some kids were starting to make fun of me. As I was growing up, the glue keeping me and Munchie’s friendship together was failing. As the need for real friendship erupted in myself, I desperately wanted to ‘exit’ the world I had been living in for so long. It was time to end it all. There was a big countdown in my head until I would leave for good. Right around the final month of school, I had a ceremony, saying farewell to Munchie and many of the other people in his universe. We had a memory walk, remembering all of the times we spent together, various images and sounds flashing by in my mind, making me feel quite nostalgic. Near the pole of the funnel ball game on the playground, I launched myself out of the world in quite dramatic fashion, imagining I was standing on a futuristic pad and waiting for two space doors to open; dramatic tribute music played; I stepped through those doors and there was a burst of bright light, a whooshing sound taking me away, until I landed on cold grey asphalt. The thoughts of the journey did not last long for I decided to forget the entire world for good, moving on with my life. January 2, 2003 is always the day I remember leaving my imaginary friend Munchie and his mysterious universe behind.

Where is my friend Munchie now? Is he the same age as I or has he progressed more rapidly? What became of him after I exited his fantastical world? Did he latch onto another wandering outcast? I know he’s still in my brain, I mean I was the one who created him, maybe I can contact him right now…have a little reunion…like old times…

“Hey, Munch…how have you been?”

The air starts to feel cold and lonely. I’m trying to peek into a place that reminds me of Chernobyl: forgotten and full of sadness.

In a dark room, absent of any sound, a shaggy haired man suddenly looks up from a desk and stares at me with big, coal black eyes. He can’t say anything because he’s never had a voice, I never gave him one. All he does is mutter weird sounds.

“Eerp?”, he says through the dreadlocks covering his mysterious face.

“Um, hey, I’ve missed you old bud, it’s been so long. Just wanted to talk to you one more time.”

“Eerp, eerp,” Munchie mutters once more.

But there is no need to go on any longer for I can’t possibly find anyway to bring back the true essence, the excitement of this friend that has been stuffed away for so long now. Maybe one day I’ll decide to try to find my way back to that world…but it really only existed on the playground so it would be quite difficult to recreate. But I do have one tool that could do the trick – writing.


Daily Prompt 10/22/14

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Winning the Contest

The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)


First things first, as someone else said on here, a grand-slam in baseball is not technically a walk-off home run. The game can still be lost.

Now on to the meat and potatoes…

It was my dad who sparked the idea for the tagline on the front of the shirt but I went a little further and embellished the idea. Many of you probably have no idea what donating plasma is but I quite thoroughly explained it in a post a while back. I’m doing this contest for a chance to win an iPad (I don’t know what kind, for all I know it’s a first genner), but I also have a chance for the second place prize, a pair of Dr. Dre headphones, and the third place prize is a Huffy bicycle. Yeah, it all sounds kind of cheesy from writing it but any reward would be fine for me.

I’m quite savvy with designing things and this is a further example of what I can do with what little graphic design equipment I have (no Photoshop, using an expired trial of CorelDraw, working around the limitations).

I would be quite happy to win this contest as I have never won anything like it in my life and it would give me confidence to do other things. Maybe if I won the center would hire me to design more things in the future. Seeing my t-shirt being worn by other people would make me very happy and would be a walk-off home run in my world.

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My well thought out design

Becoming immortal on the streets

Curvy techno corners here I come 


Daily Prompt 10/21/14

P.S. I’m rooting for the Royals in the World Series! The Tigers were knocked out early so it’s seems like right to go for Cinderella over the team that swept the T’s in 2012, the San Francisco Giants.

Update: The Royals just got destroyed in Game 1 by a score of 7-1. There’s still a chance for KC but the Giants are a monster.

Update: The Royals did a reversal in Game 2, winning by a near identical score of 7-2.

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Through the Ages

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?


Let me take you on a journey that started as a seed

That grew from being fed and watered and became the life of me

At age zero, I was barely existent, my eyes still small and feeble

At age one, my ears started listening, and crawling led to people

At age two, I began to walk and not long after I could also talk

At age three, my sister arrived and I was no longer special

At age four, I soaked up knowledge like a sponge, the building blocks were no wrestle

At age five, my memories started pouring like concrete, things becoming sharper and clear

At age six, I woke up in a car and my life seemed to shift into high gear

At age seven, I was silent by far, and with autism trouble first arrived

My grandfather died that year and I soon became familiar with death’s fateful eye

At age eight, the world was still unknown, I had not reached the big climb

At age nine, summer school was a drone and my problems became more in line

At age ten, I smiled at the last decade but there was still something missing, no friends to partake

At age eleven, my body starting rearranging, moving into phase two

At age twelve, my last grandmother perished, and I did not know what to do

At age thirteen, the adolescent slump was difficult to manage, my life fairly poor and simple,

At age fourteen, things started to look up, I finally had a principle

At age fifteen, I kicked into high school, my final leg beginning

At age sixteen, the pedal finally felt my force, the car crazily spinning

At age seventeen, my first love came by dance floor, my worries finally subsiding

At age eighteen, I finally finished school, and it seemed like smooth riding 

At age nineteen, my studies were anew, a new freedom, a new edge

At age twenty, I finally found a money line, that was as easy as music on a bed

At age twenty-one, the speed limits were over, I was free to go wild as ever

At age twenty-two, I was suddenly not a child, and life started to become weathered

At age twenty-three, I am writing about the journey, how it twisted and turned and got me learning

That I was not invincible, my faults became clear, my eyes were opened, my ears became to hear

I am human like everyone else, complete with jagged edges, not perfect all at, still trimming the hedges

But I have never viewed myself as immortal, for that would be a boastful crime,

When death comes I will embrace it, 

The only thing immortal will be the words I leave behind


Daily Prompt 10/20/14

P.S. The feature image is of an immortal hydra polyp found in 2012 that could be the key to slowing down the aging process in humans, leading to near-immortality.

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1.21 Gigawatts!

You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.


Time to hit 88 miles per hour and break down the fourth wall of one of my all time favorites! The title’s a dead giveaway. I would definitely like to live in the eccentric Doc Brown’s and Marty “Nobody calls me chicken” McFly’s universe. The second movie is where I would probably go because of the chance to see the future, which will soon be the present in about three months, and laugh at everyone because they have no idea what the Internet is! The first one is okay but not as fun. Going to the third film is just plain suicide. Oh, who cares? All three of them are classics and I could watch them again and again without getting bored.

What happens while I’m in pseudo, never going to happen 2015?

Well, I steal the time machine, causing all of the other events in the movies to change and simply putting the main characters out of business. I also get that famous Grays Sports Almanac and instead of using it to become a complete jerkwad like Biff, I become Bill Gates before there ever was a Bill Gates, using the money to start up his future Microsoft (and remembering to fix Vista and Windows 8 in the process, of course) – or do I go the Apple way and Think Different? I would also donate my fortunes to charities around the world. Spread the wealth. I take thy hover board back to our 2014, only one year ago, and start my own Extreme Hoverboarding Games, complete with a big line of merchandise bearing my name. Everyone has an ego. Of course, near the end of the movie (or just a real life fantasy now?), Michael J. Fox calls up Crispin Glover to give me one of his pathetic punches of density and gets the DeLorean back, going back to the future and changing everything back again. I end up the same person I am right now. But in the spirit of time travel lore, there is a paradox where I still am the king in alternate universes! Still the king in alternate universes! Still the king in alternate universes! Get killed in alternate universes! Still the king in alternate universes! (And on and on it goes…)

“Great Scott! Do you know what this means? I’m getting hungry to watch all three movies again!”

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Do these two remind you of two other characters by chance?

Daily Prompt 10/19/14

- If I enter the film from the air, aren’t I breaking the fifth wall then? And from underground, the sixth wall?

- 1.21 gigawatts? My brain can produce more energy than that! OK, maybe not, just trying to be funny.

Weird Science Experiment

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The sheer hardness of the first glass is really being pronounced above and in the reflection. The screwdriver seeming to “sink” in a zig-zag manner down to an infinite bottom is also intriguing. Shadows are being cast in the background giving everything a nice 3D effect. There seems to be a flicker of a flame in the measuring cup as well. Oh, did you think I would forget about you, middle glass? The part on the stem of the glass that is brightest is amazing as well as the white lighting on the reflective underside. I think two evil looking, white hot, green rimmed eyes are staring at me on that stem and on the reflective side a smiling something can be seen. This looks maddeningly like a weird science experiment. The nightlife of a bar also comes to mind.


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