It’s been a long time since I called anyone a poltroon, until today, that is. It felt goooood.
They feel more like eels slithering around in there.
Man, oh, man, W and X are my favorite letters, too! What am I thinking —- they’re everyone’s favorite letters! Which other letters could embody drama and intellect?
Not that filthy Q, that’s for sure. What a slut.
This morning I stumbled out of my bedroom and received the briefest of shocks: my living room furniture had been entirely rearranged. Of course, I had done it myself the previous evening, but in the blurry mental light of morning, I had forgotten.
The sensation of being momentarily surprised by something you already know — this is not quite jamais vu. I am sure someone has a name for it — if not the Germans, then the cognitive studies crowd. To me, it feels like my head has just been given a gentle tap that resonates at a high pitch, like silver sugar tongs scarcely touching the side of a silver sugar bowl.
Whatever it is called, I experienced it again as I was having my coffee, when I clicked into Macbebekin and saw the new styles. I knew it was afoot, and still it is an utterly unexpected delight, as if the blog fairies had slipped in and worked through the night. Thanks, Elli!
irritating, wearisome, or vexing workplace…
I was bussing by Pearl St. (not bussing by Pearl St., at least not lately) when I saw that it is now P arl St. I spent the rest of my brief ride wondering idly if weathering could possibly cause one letter to disappear while the others stuck there, bold as paint, or if someone clambered up the signpost and gently, stealthily peeled it off. Some e-person.
Suddenly I see how this must look, but it wasn’t me! It wasn’t.
Hahaha, we do have fun, don’t we? Don’t we?