Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Cold is relative
The temperature is zero. But don’t worry. It’s zero degrees F, not Kelvin. Zero degrees Kelvin would be another story, although none of us would be around to tell it, I fear.
Don’t mess with cats
The cat in my lap is growling at my other cat. When she does, I am making her vibrate so she goes RRRrrrRRRrrrRRRrrr.
I am probably doomed.
Fraught
My word of the day is fraught.
“Fraught with… what?” you might ask.
No. Just: fraught.
Gratitude
I saw a quote online, “Happiness comes when we stop complaining about the troubles we have, and say thanks to God for the troubles we don’t have.”
Thank you, God.
Today I was not attacked by renegade aardvarks.
I was not invaded by anteaters.
I was not caught in an antelope stampede.
There were no airplane crashes anywhere near me.
…and I’m barely into the As. This could take a while…
I’m especially grateful about the aardvarks, though.
Calling my bluff
When people try to call my bluff, I tell them “Go ahead. It’s been there for a million years. I’d like to see you get it to move.”
The Disciples of Zor want YOU!
I’ve gotten two “Hey, how are you?” e-mails today.
Each SAYS “I am a Russian girl who wants to find friends abroad.”
One is from “Constance.” The link in her message “to see her photos” would me to a Universal Soldiers web site.
The other is from “Hollie”, and is even more disturbing. The link in HER message would take me to a web site for the Disciples of Zor.
I don’t think I want to enlist as a Unversal Soldier, nor do I want to become a Disciple of Zor. I mean, nothing against Zor, per se. It’s just that I’m busy, and being a Universal Soldier OR a Disciple of Zor sounds like it would take time that I just don’t have right now.
Mwahaha, or MWAHAHA?
Listen, Autocorrect. If I’d intended to write MWAHAHA! instead of Mwahaha!, I would have written MWAHAHA! in the first place.
The sole secret of short-story writing
I’ll give you the sole secret of short-story writing, and here it is: Rule 1. Write stories that please yourself. There is no rule 2. The technical points you can get from Bliss Perry. If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
— O. Henry
He has a point
My dog is skeptical about 2015. “What was wrong with 2014?”, he said.