Throwback Thursday 2015-08-20

“Throwback Thursday: OMG: Throwback Thursday, I needa find a photo of myself from like hella long ago and post it on Facebook”

Throwback Thursday 2015-08-20

Today is time for a walk down memory lane again and dig into the archives from the beginning of Rantings Of A Third Kind. Here are a few of them:

Back in Time

time
I am the Queen of Fucking Everything

queen
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer

hitch
Eavesdropping? No, just socially investigating!

social

 

Let the Rantings continue!!!

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I am the Queen of Fucking Everything: Repost for Throwback Thursday

“Careful how you play your card, when you have a queen in your hand”

I am the Queen of Fucking Everything

Who am I?
You dare to ask me?
Or are you playing shy?
Or do you task me?

Do you not know who I am?

I am everyone
And I am no one
I know all
Still I am alone

I own everything
And I own nothing
I rule the world
Yet, I rule nothing
I rule your world
I rule you

I am gorgeous
I am sexy
I am marvellous
I am perplexing
Hardly ordinary
I am, extraordinaire

All the adjectives you can imagine
No one quite my kin

I can do anything
I can do everything
I can go everywhere
You can find me anywhere

And don’t you dare
To disagree with me
Or I will give you the scare
For contradicting me

Why?
You ask

The reason is
this simple thing
I am the Queen of
Fucking Everything!

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Eavesdropping? No, just socially investigating!: Repost for Throwback Thursday

“Sometimes I listen to strangers’ conversation and mentally give my opinion”

Eavesdropping? No, just socially investigating!

“By George we made it!” Emma shouted in victory.

“I thought we were lost there for a moment, but here we are. And all in one piece!” Marc added dusting off his jacket.

“Too bad we lost George.” Emma was feeling sorry for the poor guy.

Marc looked at Emma and with a sad voice answered: “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.”

“Or the one!” Emma added.

Marc hugged Emma as they were standing, both looking into the distance, thoughts on their lost comrade.

***

I was on my way to work, when I stopped by the coffee shop. Waiting for my order I glanced around the place and noticed three intriguing characters in the farthest corner table. Two men and a woman, obviously deep in conversation, planning something from the looks of how they were positioned. Huddled together, serious yet fierce expressions on their faces and looking like they were plotting something.

Being of a curious nature, interested in all human relations, I took a few steps closer, trying to catch a glimpse of what they were talking about.

“This has to go down today!” The woman said loud enough for me to hear from my position.

I was hooked. I inched even closer and secretly hoped my order would take a while to complete.

“Did you check the weapons, made sure we have enough ammo?” The other man asked from the one sitting opposite him.

“All checked boss! I also added an extra ingredient, just to spice things up! Can’t wait to see the other guys’ faces when they get hit!” He responded with a smirk on his lips.

‘Boss, hit, guns?!’

Some kind of heist or mob hit in the planning I wondered. I was shaking a little. The threesome sitting around the table did not look like robbers or mob members, rather like nerds or students. But never judge a book by it’s cover.

The woman then took something out from her bag and laid it on the table. It looked like a map of sorts.

“Are we all clear on our positions at the final stage.” She was pointing at something on the paper to the others.

“What if I change my stance here rather than here.” The other man asked the woman and the one he had called boss.

“No!” The woman raised her voice again. Clearly the other man had been wrong about who the real boss was.

She then continued, “No deviations! We will all stick to the plan as agreed before.”

The man just nodded.

“Excellent!” The woman responded, “Now as to the next…”

Her voice faded to the sounds of new customers coming in to the shop. A loud soccer team had just entered the premises and I could not hear the threesome’s conversation.

And then, my name was called out from the counter. My order was ready.

Pondering whether to ignore it and try to stay a while longer. Then again, it would look suspicious, if I would stand there with my coffee and bagels in my hand. Reluctantly I decided to leave. Maybe there was something in the newspaper tomorrow I could read about. After all, I was no detective, nor law officer. Just an eavesdropper on her way to work!

***

Emma and Marc were standing at the top of the hill holding their guns. They had finally won a battle.

“Poor George!” Marc was looking down at his friend, laying non moving down by the bushes.

“He was brave, right to the end!” Emma credited his fallen friend.
“Guys! A little help, please!” A voice shouted from below.

Emma and Marc looked at each other. Then started their way down the hill. They reached their destination and remained standing there, neither making an effort to help.

“Guys? I am dying here!”

“Well, it’s your own fault!” Marc told him.

“Yeah, you failed to follow the plan and got hit. Right in the forehead no less!” Emma berated him.

“Sorry, guess I should have cut back on the doughnuts!” Was the response of the fallen man, “I felt the energy draining away from me as I was running after you guys.”

Marc offered his hand to his friend and helped him up.

“George, you are a mess. You have paint all over your face!” Marc looked at the dirty face of his friend who had been hit by multiple paint pellets.

“Well, our team still won!” George replied with a big grin.

“We sure did George, we sure did!” Emma patted George on the back, “Thanks for taking one for the team!”

“Now, let’s go and celebrate our victory! Donuts anyone?” Marc added.

“Hear, hear!” The other two replied in unison.

 

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Throwback Thursday: 2015-07-30

“Throwback Thursday: OMG: Throwback Thursday, I needa find a photo of myself from like hella long ago and post it on Facebook”

Throwback Thursday 2015-07-30

Today is time for a walk down memory lane again and dig into the archives from the beginning of Rantings Of A Third Kind. Here are a few of them:

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee, and some more Coffee…

coffee

From favourite TV character idolizing to borderline obsession

tv

Ode to My Little Car

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It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race!

edna

 

Let the Rantings continue!!!

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Throwback Thursday: 2015-07-23 2015-02-01

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“Throwback Thursday: OMG: Throwback Thursday, I needa find a photo of myself from like hella long ago and post it on Facebook”

Throwback Thursday 2015-07-23

Today is time for a walk down memory lane.

I started the Rantings Of A Third Kind six months ago this is the post where it all started with a two parter introduction:

Let the rantings begin!

A quick trip to the supermarket

A little background on the idea and the name:

“Rantings of a Third Kind” was actually invented several years back. Initially I was planning to write a book with everyday life situation gone array with a humorous twist. Now a few years later, a blog seems a good place to be!

My original idea for the blog was a humorous “rant”, with an adage and a lessons learnt included and of course accompanied by an appropriate picture. After a while, poetry took over. Then I realized photography was a big hit. Now dabbling into the world of rap and song and who knows what the future will bring!

Now, after fifty years, two distinct careers and a partridge in a pear tree, I am once more back on the writing wagon. And with force I might add. I started writing at the ripe old age of five, dabbling a play with crayons on paper and forcing my poor family to sit down and watch the show. As I recall, the name was “Santa Claus is coming”. Ever since that time, writing has been a passion of mine and I have been writing periodically and this is actually my third attempt at public writing.

I started my second passion around my tenth birthday when I obtained my first camera. It was a Coca Cola “bribe” and the brand was Kodak. It took really nice photos and I used it for several years, snapping and developing my own black and white photos.

As to my third passion… Well I guess you can call work a passion! It was before I turned twelve. First as a part time job after school and on weekends and naturally during every possible holiday I was off from school! And now over thirty years and a few degrees later, I’m getting my twenty year marker in the world of IT next year.

So there you have it, what, why, who, how and here we are!

Enjoy this first post ever on Rantings Of A Third Kind re-run:

Let the rantings begin!

A quick trip to the supermarket

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