Pollution in different forms occupied my mind this week. Many of us worry about the amounts of plastic in the oceans. We try to reuse and recycle as we carry our favorite tote bags to the store so that we use neither paper nor plastic. I read one estimate that noted we would have to do this on 20 000 trips before we broke even and started to make a difference, so I guess it’s time to go shopping daily. Maybe I should not buy the double strength multi-ply plastic bags I use for trash disposal, ones I need now that I am not using the bags I used to reuse from the groceries.
On occasion, our friendly meteorologist will entertain us with illustrated possibilities of disasters that could occur should something from outer space decide to play in our inner space. Discussions usually center on meteorites and intrusive unplanned celestial junk. But what about the stuff that humankind keeps throwing out there? We’ve been doing this for a lot of years and even our unschooled ancestors observed that what goes up … Of course, all this has been done to further knowledge and make our lives better. Satellite imagery can zero in on vehicle license plates, and no, big brother is not watching, thank you very much.
Once a problem has been identified, protective governing powers swing into action. The photo prompt this week immediately called to my mind the planned yet undeployed Space Farce. The unit must have a mission. If we are going to launch more stuff anyway, we might as well solve multiple problems. There is no better source for ridiculous solutions straight from the gut (thanks Ronald MacD) than the King of Chaos. You asked for criminal justice reform? Watch this space.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Ron’s comment on Kat’s story:
Chocolates are a pleasurable addiction and a sweet way to pass the time for me and many others. I am also addicted to puns. Chocolate puns would be a great find. In their absence, I’ll enjoy the puns in Kat’s story for this week’s prompt.
Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019
It’s all fun and games until…
“How do you get a baby astronaut to go to sleep? Rocket…What do planets like to read? Comet books! I got more…”
“Enough jokes Smitty. Just get the antenna redirected and…”
“Hey guys, how do you say hello in Martian?”
“No more jokes!”
“I’m not joking guys. We’ve got company!”
Space, filled with man-made junk; Jails, full of prisoners. Innovative solutions dictated prisoners have an option to destroy an assigned quota of space trash. Success meant a presidential pardon. Failure meant a hasty, flaming reentry. Make Space Empty Again by Grate Solutions.