Nascent

Picture this. It’s a warm calm clear August night. The insects are trilling in the quiet, the moon is waxing gibbous, and I’m out under the stars with the dogs. Out of nowhere, the thought comes to me: you haven’t used the word ‘nascent’ recently. Then I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket and write this all down.

Feed me!

I am going to write a new version of “Little Shop of Horrors” where the things crying “Feed me!” are the little electronic devices awaiting recharging.

The Supervillain Superstore

I’m watching a James Bond movie, and once again, the henchmen are dressed in matching outfits. Is there a supervillain superstore where they can shop for henchmen uniforms in bulk, or is there a hiring agency where you can get your henchmen on day rates until you’re more established in your villainy?

Schroedinger’s avocado

Schroedinger’s avocado: you’re thinking about guacamole. There’s an avocado on the refrigerator. Someone may or may not have already made guacamole. Until you open the refrigerator door to check, the avocado exists simultaneously as both whole AND all mashed up. Kinda like Schroedinger’s cat, only tastier.