A to Z Challenge – BRICK

Day 2:

April 2, 2016

The Beta Letter: B


The Brick. This comes under the category of how to make that which is fictional, part of reality. It’s actually something which we (Mr. Quantum and I) have been doing for most of our married life, thus far. I think it started four years after our wedding ceremony.

Just what is IT (other than a Stephen King novel)? You’ve heard of the poem/musical tune, “The Naming of Cats,” right? Well, we have created a tradition affectionately referred to as The Naming of Rooms. That being said, we call our kitchen The Brick.


See, back in the 1990s there was a little series which brought us the joys of small town life, and we had the opportunity to spend time with people (every week) with whom we would very much enjoy spending time were they real rather than characters on a television show.


Cicely, Alaska, referred to as the Rivera of the North, makes one wish they could live in such a place. The collection of folk made that world seem idyllic. One of the main gathering places was the town’s eatery, The Brick.


Having loved the show so much, calling our own little bistro, The Brick, brought more fun to the drudgery of cooking (Later, took on the name, Kitchen Stadium); made us feel as though, perhaps, we were part of our favorite town. Of course it didn’t end there. We named our ‘music’ room, KBHR, after the town’s radio station, and our bedroom, Tranquility Base, after a room in local celebrity astronaut, Maurice Minnifield’s house. What began with a simple brick became a whole town’s worth of rooms!

This wasn’t another hole in the wall, nor was it another BRICK in the wall of communities. This was a living memorial to the program which brought us so much fun.

SIDE NOTE: what do you call a room which keeps changing its name? The Romn Room. Can you figure out what the letters stand for?


A to Z Challenge (April 2016)  – B



A to Z Challenge – ANDERSON

Day 1:

April 1, 2016

The Scarlet Letter: A


anderson cooper

Being free association girl has dogged me for a hundred years (read that as forever), so it came as no surprise that Anderson Cooper head-bopped me when I saw the letter A.


I currently am taking part in a thread over at Gateworld (yes, the place where Stargate is still alive and kicking) that is about saying the first thing that comes into my head when I look at the last entry. Thus, seeing A, Anderson dropped in for a cup of tea, and his name landed smack dab in the middle of my first day of the A to Z Challenge.


Sure, I could have thought of Apple, or Animal, or Anybodys (character from West Side Story), but I knew that my mind didn’t work that way. Simple is not as Simon says.

I suspect Anderson Cooper has hung around in the dark recesses of my mind because we were unable to see him on New Years Eve, and the addiction (OH! another word I might have used) or is that the craving, has built up leaving us (yes Q is in on this as well) panting for more than the moment we caught his talk show (WHAT?) on CNN while we were staying at the Hampton Inn during Funeral Daze.

Seeing him then, now just a month later, sated us for just a moment, but he’s been under our skin for too long to just turn and walk away.

It all began on a dark and windy night, in a strange town called THE MOLE. We had not known him prior to this sojourn into reality television, and he was our first (we were virgins then) on the Reality Circuit.

(checking data – Does that seem right to you?)

And we watched faithfully as we were taken on a whirlwind tour of places we’d never been, and to music we’d never known. Bundle that with the challenge of trying to figure out who the mole was, and you better “buckle your seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” or so the saying goes. The bumpiest part was being left – if memory serves me – without ever learning who the mole was. The show was cancelled! We were left bereft, with no Anderson Cooper to read us bedtime stories. We believed that was the last we’d see of him.

But that was then, and this is now, and he did re-emerge, gliding up like a submarine to the surface of our beleagured brains.

It was the saddest of sad days, where the numbers 911 would never simply mean, if you have an emergency call/dial/hollar/scream and like some zippity doo dah being akin to that weird little beep beep character from a cartoon, an ambulance would appear at the door, coming to the aid of whatever… On this day, the sky fell – and where was Chicken Little when you really need him? – and talk about The Tower Card in anyone’s favorite Tarot deck… Irrevacable change, right then, right there, TDDUP, nothing would ever be the same.

But thanks to the powers that be of Television, we got our Anderson Cooper back. Still, that was then, and this is now because we made a decision – as all folk must do when downsizing – and realized that television, as we knew it growing up, and then onward into the wild world of cable vision, there was nothing that we were in fact watching any more and why were we spending all our hard earned cash on that nothing? Exactly. We dropped television, or rather cable (having moved to a place where the mountains stopped those waves from tickling our antennea and giving us pictures to dine upon). Thus, we were left with the question, Where in the World is Anderson Cooper, once again.

For several years before and after the big D of viewing, we managed somehow to catch our favorite ‘reporter in the field’ on New Years Eve, through our hook up with a little black box called Roku, and celebrated welcoming the Calendar New Year (I actually have at least 3 New Years I celebrate – aren’t I lucky!) with, yes, say it with me, Anderson Cooper, and the lovely Kathy Griffin, atop some building in Times Square, New York City, NY USA.

We were grateful enough for small favors. So imagine our dismay and surprise when even CNN went belly up. Oh, I know it was something about the host site parting ways with CNN. And regardless of who’s to blame, we were again Andersonless.


Once upon a time, a little couple who met online, like a bird or two on the wire, and wedded, then wended their way down to what is affectionately known as The Southern Shire, spent their honeymoon on AMTRAK. On the second leg of their pilgrimage home, on a flying buttress like train known as The Texas Eagle, they pulled into the station of Bloomington Normal, and after realizing that the train wasn’t leaving the station, were told that it was because of the ANDERSONITES. The little couple just looked at each other and shrugged. It would only be after several years of wedded bliss down in The Lone Star State, that they understood for whom The Andersonites toll and were named (BS factor warning): Someone named Anderson Cooper had missed the train in the Windy City and was hightaling it over hills and dales to catch up, thus, it was on that fateful night, the inkling of what ANDERSON really meant would head-bop the little couple.


Here we are at the end of the story about a man named Anderson Cooper. The little couple live for the moments when he brightens their day. Thus ends the letter A.


A to Z Challenge (April 2016)  – A