What if the wise men’s list had been in bad handwriting, and they’d brought gold, Frankenstein, and myrrh instead?
He’ll have his own Christmas special, no doubt
And then there’s Nestor’s brother Crestor, the long eared Christmas donkey with high cholesterol.
For great justice
I saw an ad that asked “Is your underwear doing you justice?”
I didn’t even know it was judging me in the first place.
Recalculating….
Sometimes I see an ad for a Garmin GPS and I misread it as Gaiman, which would take me in quite a different direction, if it was Neil Gaiman.
Not ‘the best part of waking up,’ then
From my work in progress:
“The coffee tasted like someone had stubbed out a cigarette butt in a smoldering electrical fire. “
New frontiers in weather observation
Hmmm. On the Weather Channel, they just said they “would be watching this storm with a fine toothed comb.”
Huh?
The perfect title
I’ve been working on a story, and came up with the perfect title earlier. I was driving, and didn’t write it down, and couldn’t remember it later when I COULD write it down.
Since then I’ve brought it back to mind three times and forgotten it twice. THIS TIME I WROTE IT DOWN. HA!
Matching your environment
I’m looking at the ads in the Sunday newspaper, and a local furniture and appliance store is selling camo refrigerators and camo freezers. Camo, as in a mossy oak pattern.
I’m thinking, a better camo pattern for the freezer in my garage would be Stacked Cardboard Boxes; maybe with a strategic cobweb here and there.
Name that stain!
I am working on a new game show concept called NAME THAT STAIN, in which the contestants are shown a stain and have to guess whether it was something tracked in, spilled, or something produced by the pets.
In the final round, the contestant is blindfolded, walked barefoot across a carpet, and asked to identify a stain by touch and smell alone.
Hope is a duck
“Hope is the thing that floats,” he said.
“Hope is the thing with feathers,” she replied.
“So, hope is a duck, then.”
“Duck. Goose. Swan. Whatever.”