Carts and carpet

While contemplating the organization of my Atari 2600 cartridge collection, my wife showed me a mock-up for a website design. She had used scans of my cartridges as placeholder images.

At a blue-carpeted church where my youngest daughter was acting in a play I waited for the elevator (its door swinging open outwards snagging on my slipper) then entered and descended one floor to the seating area.

Magic Hat

My stovepipe top hat has a peak with four escribed arcs around its circumference.

The brim is folded four times such that the creases form a square with the circle of the peak inscribed within.

Independent

Hosting our first open house felt like filling the freezer with ice: no room for beer.

We opened up access to the roof so that people could tour the television equipment if they wanted, just as it started to rain.

Seems like everywhere I turned were familiar faces I didn't expect to see.

Oktoberfest Morninig

Family, accompanied by U. Bossi in his new Acura Solaris (gray), travel by brown van just up the street (dad walks) to a sporting goods store for its annual sale.

Toddler tries out a treadmill while a lady dons men's lederhosen.

Gloaming

Walking,
clapping,
echoing,
entering a
sprawling
paving-stone courtyard
lying amidst ranch-style doctor's offices, then
consoling,
hugging,
kissing,
releasing the
dying woman
crying.

Dream 168

In which my mother purchases a recreational vehicle.

Vegas Story

Trying to fool an ATM outside the Excaliber casino lobby, Jeff draws pennies onto slips of paper and feeds them into the deposit slot.

When that doesn't work he iterates writing out more digits of pi on the slip.

Bungalow C

We were both eating salad out of a hookah in the basement when we heard the doorbell.

I answered the door in my bathrobe armed with an electric turkey carving knife.

A ski-masked thug wielding a wooden cane proposed to thwack me on the side of the head.

Fortunately, the attacker's repeated chopping swings reduced the walking stick into bite-sized chunks.

The Oracle of Dreams

Climbing over razor-sharp bronze-backed tiles, prising them loose to look for hidden runes, we crawled, four lions and one lioness across the sun-baked island.

Feeling no relief but gritting rust-scented pain as our shredded soles rake across salty coral shoals, we infiltrate the enemy university.

It is high noon, and a towering rival Senator carrying a golden tray shoulders through our puny group, mistaking us for lowly Plebeians.

Enraged by our apparent effrontery and lack of tact for not prostrating ourselves before the giant tiger, he grabs and hurls a nearby stone dais assuming that the great weight would crush us to dust.

However, we are no ordinary felines.

Our tiny stature is complemented by a boundless capacity for berserk rage and sounding a ferocious and deafening war cry we mercilessly slaughter the stupid bully, the sounds of wretched death attracting scores more foes.

In the distance lay four moored Greek triremes with names of "Valiant Death", "Bold Soldier", "Rusty Cutlass", and "Victory Scabs".