Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
On a friend’s Facebook page, we’ve been discussing whether various werecreatures should be hyphenated or not. I usually don’t hyphenate unless it would put two vowels in a row. I WOULD hyphenate were-elephant, were-umbrella, were-aardvark.
Although, as I noted, if you’re a were-aardvark, you have bigger problems than whether your condition is spelled with a hyphen or not.
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
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.
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.
My dog is skeptical about 2015. “What was wrong with 2014?”, he said.
When people ask me to bear something in mind, I am tempted to tell them that my head is full enough as it is, and there’s no room for a bear in there too.
Some people help little old ladies across the street.
I help baby snapping turtles across the street.
What? It was cute. It was only one inch long. Yes, I know it will grow to be bigger.
Besides, there are more snapping turtles that need help crossing the street around here than little old ladies.
There seem to be several works of fiction with the name Ravenous. I am disappointed that none of them involves a were-raven.
Quoth the were-raven, “Hey! I seem to be turning into a… caw! Caw! Caw!”
A very short story.
Zeno’s Werewolf
The moon is full at last, and I’m halfway to being a werewolf.
Now I’m half again there.
And again, halfway as close.
Too late. The moon’s no longer full.
I am now imagining a reboot to the Mr. Ed franchise. Picture Mr. Ed as a horse detective who investigates murders.
His new theme song will be:
A corpse is a corpse, of course, of course…