Wordle Challenge

to treat a fairy with cancer
of her transparent wings
whether to cure her
or effect a suppression of the symptoms
i assure you this
sounding far-fetched
but etched in elfame granite
cannot go sideways:
begin with chamomile
end with bleach

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Homelessness

I’m homeless.

I suffer from homelessness.

I’m homelessnessetic.

I wander the neighborhood homelessnessly.

I’ve adapted because I’m homelessnessable.

I was homelessnessed quite a while ago.

I’ve been homelessnessing with a light heart.

You could say I’m a homelessnessette.

I’m homelessnessful.

I blame society for homelessnessifying me.

I suffer from homelessnessalgia.

Thank you, thank you. Can I borrow five bucks?

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

pillow talk

[the challenge: use synonyms for table, sleep, take, foot, black.]

 

“Let’s defer this discussion.”

“You have a problem with those of a dusky hue. What’s to discuss?”

“I don’t have a problem with… It’s just that I was about to drift off here.”

“We don’t want to start out in the wrong direction. Might as well settle this now. No sense in you trying to say you didn’t say what you said.”

“I was just surprised.”

“To meet my dusky-hued mom? I’m not trying to pass.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I? Nice hotel. I paid the bill.”

“You paid the bill and now when I mention my mom you roll over with your back to me. How am I supposed to judge that?”

“You wore me out.”

“Uh huh.”

“All right. Tomorrow we’ll go visit my parents.”

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

premonitions

My hindsight is largely composed of resuscitated premonitions.

 

For Daily Post

One

Why isn’t “one” pronounced “on,” as in awning, or “own” as in only?

Why “won”? Where did that w come from?

No one knows. You could look it up.

But my good friend and linguist Cornelis Tromp (be sure to pronounce it “tromp”), is publishing a paper explaining his theory, proven by experiment, like in science, to be true.

So I give you the scoop here. Or is it, I give you the straight poop here?

“One” used to be pronounced like, say, the on in onanist, that is, with the “oh” sound, like in own. The word onanist used to be pronounced with the on like in onion (uh), but folks who were close to onanists noticed that while they started out going “uh uh uh,” at the critical moment they would change over to “oh oh OH.” For more on onanists, see here.

Anyway, Tromp’s experiment: He would offer a plate of cookies to a baby. The baby would reach for the cookies saying “wuh wuh wuh” and Tromp would shout “ONLY ONE, ONLY ONE.” Then the baby, startled, would go “WAH WAH WAH.”

What have we learned? The baby starts out life knowing that a single cookie is pronounced “wun.”

As for the spelling change when going from pronounce to pronunciation, I will explain that in a subsequent post.

God or Blue M&Ms

I had some awesome oatmeal this morning.

Yesterday it was better. It was amazing.

Day before that, better yet. It was good.

So “awesome” has moved to the bottom of my superlative list, below amazing, incredible, and not bad.

What are my candidates these days for describing, say, God, if God should be standing before me? (I mean, me standing before Him.)

Back in the day, “awesome” was the default descriptor for the Almighty.

Now I might say:

  • WTF!
  • Bloody Hell!
  • Jesus Christ! (ironic)
  • F*** me!
  • Dude!
  • Literally, what is that?!?