Ugh. Such dreams...such awful dreams.
Friday, February 24, 2017
Friday Flicks, dreamy edition
This from a hundred and ten years ago was unfortunately appropriate last night:
So, there I was living the bachelor life last night while the Real Doctor was away, and because I wanted some comfort food I made Welsh rarebit and broccoli. And, because I'm used to cooking for two, I made slightly too much. And, because it was a long day, I ate it late, and went right to bed.
Ugh. Such dreams...such awful dreams.
Ugh. Such dreams...such awful dreams.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Wednesday Wordage Euphemistic & Epistolary Edition
I have not been able to write the name of our current president along with his title. I just can't. I don't like even referring to him. It's not like Voldemort in the Harry Potter books, with everyone referring to him as "he who shall not be named." It's not fear. It's just disgust.
There have been many, many epithets proposed for the twerp (the Scots have been particularly creative in this regard). Some have seized on one and made it their preferred usage--such as President* or Cheetoh Benito. But I haven't really liked any of them to make them my preferred usage. I think, though, I may have found something I can get along with. It carries a title, is sufficiently insulting, belittling, and is made from the clown's own name, by anagramming. You can even say it with a mocking intonation, sarcastically aggrandizing him like Voldemort:
In other news, I have written my first angry letter to the editor, about which more later. An unusual, and public step for me, as it is my habit not to make known my politics to strangers. But, it is today, and I am going to have to do more. Thirty years from now, when I am asked "what did you do during the coup d'etat?" I will have to have a better answer than "I wrote a sternly worded letter to the editor."
There have been many, many epithets proposed for the twerp (the Scots have been particularly creative in this regard). Some have seized on one and made it their preferred usage--such as President* or Cheetoh Benito. But I haven't really liked any of them to make them my preferred usage. I think, though, I may have found something I can get along with. It carries a title, is sufficiently insulting, belittling, and is made from the clown's own name, by anagramming. You can even say it with a mocking intonation, sarcastically aggrandizing him like Voldemort:
LORD DAMP NUT.
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In other news, I have written my first angry letter to the editor, about which more later. An unusual, and public step for me, as it is my habit not to make known my politics to strangers. But, it is today, and I am going to have to do more. Thirty years from now, when I am asked "what did you do during the coup d'etat?" I will have to have a better answer than "I wrote a sternly worded letter to the editor."
Circle of life and all that
Farming throws life, all of it, all at you all at once. So you find yourself taking a phone call to set up mortuary arrangements for your mom, who is on hospice, while you are hanging on to a doe is not totally enthusiastic about the buck that you're breeding her to.
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