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Who or what is this?

The farm fungi.
Raise aphids as livestock.
Launch armies into wars.
Use chemical sprays to alarm and confuse enemies.
Capture slaves.
Engage in child labor.
They exchange information ceaselessly.
They don't watch TV




Ants

Football in 2034

     Thoughts on football of the future:
     No Huddle. No refs on the field. No first down markers and chain gangs.
     Huddles are now almost non-existent. As today, so will speed will be the key and staying ahead of your competition the goal. The players will wear visors fitted into their helmets. Coaches will send plays to the players for execution. There will be no more confusion about the game clock. It will be available to the player on his visor.
     Drones will hoover above the stadium for a myriad of tasks. Drones will film the game. Drones will be able to detect illegal contact or pass interference. Refs will view the game from the press box and press a button when they detect a penalty.
     Stadiums will work harder to get fans to "experience" the game in person, verses in front of a high technical smart TV. Drones will deliver concessions to fans. Imagine ordering a hot dog via your smart phone and it is delivered hot and fresh without getting out of your seat. You will also have the luxury of tapping into a "stadium only" web feed that will give you instant access to the players tracking system. For starters the PTS will measure speed and quickness.
     The game will be played on SmartTurf, adjusting to weather conditions. Yes, technology will certainly play a huge part in football of tomorrow. We want to know everything. Knowledge will increase. It will be like we're on the field with the players.      

(In the Omaha World Harold an article written by Sam McKewon, is where I received the ideas I wrote about.)  

Writer's Digest Weekly Challenge

You’re in an epic pun off; whit is spewing out of your mouth and your opponent’s mouth with punishing purpose. What are some sweet puns you could use to really wipe the smile off your opponent’s face? Make sure not to frown on the worst of puns either—they’re all beautiful. Write this scene and battle of puns.

The middle aged woman at the motel counter was interesting. He analyzed her. She drank too much, was a smoker and lived with lazy guy that didn’t work. He thought with a little flattery he could know anything. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Sharon walk in. She had her head tilted up. She approached the middle aged woman and pulled out her credit card; paid and received a room key.

Stan tossed an apple at her causing her to drop her room key. He laughed but Sharon stayed serious.

Under her breath he thought he heard her say, “Immature.” He saw her roll her eyes. He cleared his throat.

“Let me tell you about Tammy.” Stan said as he recovered.

Sharon put up her hand as she looked up at Stan. She motioned with her eyes to look at the people next to them. It was a middle aged couple watching the morning news. What’s her problem? Stan thought.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be my girlfriend,” Stan reminded her.

“And you’re supposed to be a member of the human race,” Sharon shot back as she tossed the apple back at Stan.  

He followed her. They entered the elevator. Sharon looked Stan right in the eye and said, “Don’t mess with me.”

Stan went to his room forgetting his yogurt and toast on the table. He turned on his TV and waited. Sharon knocked loudly on his door. He let her in. She walked over to his TV and shut it off. How could a beautiful woman be like this? He asked himself.

Sharon had to drive early this morning and didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before. She would have to endure Stan because it was her job. They were private investigators.  

“What have you found out so far?”

“I was starting to tell you at the table, but we were sitting next to a couple of spies.” Stan shot Sharon a playful grin. Sharon yawned. “Tammy is a Midwestern girl. She is a student at the University. She has a big family and her sister is like you.”

“La de da,” Sharon said.

He took a deep breath and asked: “How was your drive?” Stan asked as he got up.

“You’re interested in my drive? Uh, let me see. I stopped to pee. I bought an energy drink. Is that enough information?”

How could they ever pull off being boyfriend / girlfriend? He thought. “I’m glad everything came out ok,”

She rolled her eyes. Stan looked out the window. “Should we hold hands when we’re in public?”

“NO” she said as she checked her makeup in his mirror. “What’s with this mirror? There’s lip stick on it. You using lip stick again?”

Stan turned from the window. He mindlessly watched her put makeup on. He wondered how he could get below the rough exterior. He wondered if he should even try. Absolutely!  She was a challenge and he lived for challenges.

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I posted this at writer’s digest at August 13, 2014 at 1:54 pm

Writer's Digest Prompt Senario

The ocean is a vast and beautiful thing. Taking a quick peak off the side of your boat you realize something strange. The tentacles slowly creeping up the hull aren’t your imagination and the captain’s nowhere to be found. Where do we go from here?

     Adjusting his sailor hat, the young man breathed in salt water, now spraying his face.  He followed the ship's trail to the horizon. Flying fish caught his attention.  Oh, he loved being on the ocean, drinking in the vastness of it all.
     Suddenly he fell against the bulkhead. The trail disappeared. The water became still. He heard the engines screech like a trapped animal.  Sam pulled himself up and felt the back of his head. He looked at his hand - blood. Wiping his hand on his pants he walked over to the back of the ship.
     Strange black tentacles reached from the ocean deep, slow and in charge. The captain was not in his usual spot. One more glance he found that everyone was gone.
     A harpoon, get a harpoon, he told himself. Turning around he ran to the steps. Without touching one step he slid down on the handrails. Quickly looking around he found the weapon in the corner. Rushing up the stairs he found the creature had blocked his way.
     He aimed the weapon at the monster. The ship shifted and his harpoon went off sending the arrow into the side of the ship.  The tentacles continued to descend, causing the sailor downward.  The ship took another roll. Then another roll.
     "Wake up," a ship mate shook Sam.  "It's your watch."