…actually, why not?
How do you feel about cold weather?
Autumn is hands down the best season.
Bright warm days followed by rain and then suddenly: snow! Then bright warm days again.
Meanwhile, the leaves are turning into every kind of gold and red.
Perfection.
#sweaterweather
Are you a leader or a follower?
Say that again. No, no, no, if you’re so bold to say that mess out loud, you can stand right there and repeat what you just said. Let everybody hear it. Go on. Say it with your chest. Louder. There ya go. Wasn’t so hard now, was it. Ok. Ok. What do you think. I want your opinion, kid. What do you think I am. I am standing right here, boy, no need to look around. They don’t know, forget them. But you know, big man, don’t you. What am I. A what? A leader? Imagine that. A leader. A leader. And what do you call leaders? Speak up! Sir, exactly. There. Everybody hear that? Sir. See, we all learned something today. Now, stop wasting my time and get back out there. That’s right. Right on that green grass. Mr. Marley’s been keepin’ it healthy for us, hasn’t he. Say thank you to Mr. Marley. See, manners. Now get out. You need me to write you a letter? Move. Move! Move! You, too, Davy, get outta here.
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List your top 5 favorite fruits.
Agent: Boss, they’re doing it again!
Boss: What are they asking this time?
Agent: Fruits, boss. Five of them.
Boss: Call Mission Control. This is getting out of hand.
#humpday
Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
Sometimes, a positive comes from observing a negative.
A warning ignored, a talent wasted.
A life lived in quiet desperation due to choices made rather than inclination.
And then of course: pattern recognition.
That moment of understanding: Not That. Definitely Not That.
Little lessons learned on the way.
#thoughtoftheday
List the people you admire and look to for advice…
James Bond: They’ve breached containment.
Mission Control: When?
Bond: Just now.
M: Is that Bond?
Mission Control: Yes, Ma’am. Containment has been breached.
M: Time?
Mission Control: We have been able to gather data for the last seventeen hours.
M: All of it?
Mission Control: Yes, ma’am. We have separate servers for this to avoid cross-contamination. One second, ma’am, he’s back online.
Bond: They’re not even hiding anymore. I think they want us to know they know we’re watching. It’s a direct target approach.
Mission Control: Direct target approach, ma’am.
M: Ask him why.
Mission Control: Why?
Bond: They’re mining. Moneypenny has the files.
M: No need, I have the files. Everyone. It’s official. Data is the new gold, and the gold rush has started as of now. Tell him not to raise any waves. We need to know how they’re operating
Mission Control: Eyes only, agent. No interference.
Bond: Bloody hell. We can stop it!
M: Bond. Eyes only. The moment containment was breached it was out of our hands. Now stay out of sight. Over and out.
© 2025 threegoodowords
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Essays, notes & interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living
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A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other
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