In the third state where I lived, I spent a relatively short span of time enjoying the friendship of someone who I often think about and of whom I have many fond memories. These memories were comprised of afternoons spent playing video games at his house after school or the few classes we shared in middle school. It is a memory of the latter variety that I would like to recount for you all today. Continue reading An Anecdote About an Essay
In the past, I wrote about the many plants I attempted to care for and lost over the years. Recently, I tried once more at growing a nice pot of nature in my house, a small group of cilantro sprouts, but they, too, died, despite the can informing me, nay, promising me, that they were “guaranteed to grow”. Yeah, and I’m guaranteed to be a rich millionaire one day. Apparently you can guarantee anything you darn well please. Continue reading Will the Next Plant-estant Step Right Up?
As a duckling, I was obviously much more easily entertained than I am now. Back then, I had a very small TV in my bedroom, one of those TV/VCR combos, and a collection of animated movies, mainly Disney. This little setup was responsible for some of my fondest duckling-hood memories. Continue reading Movie Time as a Duckling
The newest 100 theme challenge is #21: vacation, which should be an easy one indeed. Let’s get right to it. The most exotic place I have ever visited was Tahiti, which is very cool, but I was a duckling at the time and remember none of it. Except that you could get this delicious bread with chocolate in the middle. Leave it to a young child to remember sweets above all else when visiting a tropical island in a completely different hemisphere. Continue reading 100 Theme Blog Challenge No. 21: Vacation
I always found the idea of fresh herbs intriguing. I’m quite partial to cilantro, so a month or so ago, I bought one of those little cans that come with dirt and seeds and attempted to start my own little herb garden. And yet, even though the can promised me that the seeds were “guaranteed to grow”, it didn’t take long to realize that Mother Nature had plans of her own. Continue reading Cilantro, Why Do You Defy Me?
When I was a duckling and lived…in a certain location somewhere in the world, Mother Duck and I enjoyed visiting this one particular farm, the name of which I forgot. This farm sold a bunch of baked goods and was also home to a petting zoo. And kittens. I remember, outside the petting zoo, there were sometimes a whole bunch of kittens. They were the best part. Continue reading Don’t Pet the Emus
We’ve arrived at topic #20 in the 100 theme challenge, making us one-fifth of the way done. Our newest topic is fortitude, a word that means courage and strength, particularly when faced with life’s many trials. I feel like taking such a topic too literally could lead down a rather unpleasant path, as life’s troubles, whether or not I managed to overcome them, is not something I feel like discussing. Rather, I’m going to tackle this topic rather loosely and analyze…the fortitude of gamers. Continue reading 100 Theme Blog Challenge No. 20: Fortitude
Once again, I shall be recounting a few dreams I had the nights of March 22 and 23 of 2018. (March 22 was also the night I heard an owl outside, which is something that I’ve never heard before, with the exception of the zoo. Of course, this is unrelated, but I still thought it was cool. I also once saw a great horned owl get chased away by a herd of crows. That was years ago. I’m not sure why I’m telling you guys this.) Continue reading The Duck Dreams of a Friendly Snake
In just a few short years, the Duck’s blog will be a decade old. But until then…this Monday (July 16) is my blog’s eighth birthday. If my blog was a human child, it would be in…third grade? It’s been yet another crazy year of madness, and this post was put on this Earth to talk about it. Here we go! Continue reading Eight Years of Blogging Has Happened!
Ever since our most recent trip to Disneyland, I have been dreaming about the Pixar Fest cake. It’s a very odd thing, but I seem to dream about food a lot. I have had many dreams about visiting bakeries, sometimes the same establishment over the course of many years. I guess I’m obsessed with treats, with the newest object of my fixation being that three-layer beauty exclusive to Pixar Fest. As you may recall, I was unable to try this cake during our recent visit to Disneyland, as the Plaza Inn was only serving chocolate cake when we stopped by for dinner (only chocolate cake; what do you mean, Duck?). And even though we eventually decided to make the cake ourselves, it didn’t stop me from dreaming about it, nevertheless. Continue reading I Dream of Cake…and Turkey