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The Time I Fell on a Cactus

Many years ago, the Duck was taking a hike with my parents.  The hike was uneventful…at first.  Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened…until we drew close to the end of our excursion…and I tripped and fell on a cactus. Continue reading The Time I Fell on a Cactus

The Stressed Bank Teller

Like most people, my everyday chores and whatnot are pretty uneventful.  My last visit to the store to buy ice cream sundae supplies and chicken (items listed in order of importance) needs no elaboration, nor did anything exciting happen during my most recent trip to the post office.  (Actually, a lady cut in line.  It was weird.)  As I peruse my dull and tiresome memories revolving around life’s daily duties, one memory springs to mind of a rather humorous trek through the bank drive-through (is it called that…when you talk to the bank teller from your car…or is that just the term given to fast food restaurants?) over ten years ago. Continue reading The Stressed Bank Teller

Comicon 2019: Tentacle Kitties and Mythbusters

As I do nearly every year, the Duck enjoys visiting the comic convention.  Not only is it a fun way to explore all things geeky and nerdy, but it’s also the only time I can dress up as a video game character without looking like a weirdo.  Even though this was the first year in a while that I didn’t have a new costume to wear, it was still a fun and exciting day filled with unique vendors, movie cars, Lego displays, and more.  With the obligatory opening paragraph out of the way, let’s discuss…comicon 2019! Continue reading Comicon 2019: Tentacle Kitties and Mythbusters

Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Sega

Last, but not least, it’s time I talked about my memories of friend C from elementary school.  This friend also had a very big house (I had the smallest house out of my friends; this is also the same friend who made fun of the fact that I had a small, blow-up pool in my backyard).  This house had some land around it, but not as much as friend A, but her neighborhood was very scenic, with a pond and a forest nearby. Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Sega

Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Uncrustables

Last time, I was reminiscing about the generically named friend A from elementary school.  For today’s post, we are now moving on to friend B.  This friend also had a large house, but it was one of many identical houses in a neighborhood where none of the backyards had any fences.  Like friend A, we spent a good deal of our time playing in the very large, but also very unfinished basement.  Unlike friend A, I never ate at this friend’s house because her mom only offered those weird Uncrustable sandwiches.  You know about those, right?  Those little round sandwiches that are supposed to eliminate bread crust, but which, instead, are surrounded by weird, hard bread that is even more unappealing than the crust had been. Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Uncrustables

Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Pool

Many years back, when the Duck was in elementary school, I had three friends.  Though we got into plenty of arguments, I have many fond memories of our time together and decided to reminisce.  To protect their identities on this here Internet, they shall be referred to as friends A-C.  Since I don’t want this post to go too long, however, I’m going to break it into three.  Here we go… Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Pool

The Enchanted Forest: Several Years Too Late

Many years ago, in the late 90’s, when I was just a duckling, I would watch with fascination a certain stretch of road.  We didn’t come this way very often.  When we did, it was usually to visit the pet store or some other such place that wasn’t close to home.  And if I was paying attention, I would spot a certain king atop a sign, pointing the way to a little white castle nestled at the edge of the woods.  Nearby, the words “Enchanted Forest” were written plainly upon a large sign shaped to look like a big, red book. Continue reading The Enchanted Forest: Several Years Too Late

Can I Be Creative Now?

In the past, I discussed a creative writing class I took in high school where we were only allowed to write essays and creativity was, in fact, discouraged.  Fortunately, I had a very different experience when I tried my hand at creative writing once more in college.  Because this time, we were actually allowed to be creative with our work and spent every class writing fictional works rather than stuffy essays.  Oh, and our teacher was great.  I’ll be sure to recount his funniest story later. Continue reading Can I Be Creative Now?

Stop Being Creative!

Today, the Duck felt like recounting a memory that took place when I was in high school.  Since middle school or even earlier, I had always liked writing stories.  My stories from my ducklinghood were truly abysmal, to be honest, but that didn’t stop me from trying.  And then, sometime in high school, I had the opportunity to take a creative writing class.  Needless to say, I was really excited to finally learn how to become a better writer, but things did not go as expected. Continue reading Stop Being Creative!