If you’re in the mood to generate some Gothic poetry, pay a visit to Littlebirdblue. I had a lot of fun with it, never mind that I creeped myself out a little bit. Even if you’re not into poetry, you ought to visit her anyway. She writes a great blog.
To show you what it does, I just played with the generator again and cranked out this heinous crime against poetry:
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In a strange and terrible glee I call your name
while my doom takes me.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon darkened eyes.
This is my salvation.
I saw a news report yesterday that said the color orange aids in warding off winter blues. Wouldn't you know that orange is one of my very least favorite colors?
I have a few stream of consciousness neurons firing today, which pointed me in this direction: Sometimes you’ll meet people with whom you feel an almost instant kinship. You just “click.” There's something in the Cosmos that causes kindred spirits to tend to gravitate toward each other. It’s almost as though some deep “something” within us recognizes that same “something” in others. We're all familiar with the principle of "Like attracts like." It's fascinating to me, though, how people sense those "like" qualities in newly met others right off the bat, knowing practically nothing about them. I don't question it. I think karma takes care of the logistics and lays the ground rules. I just go with it. Of course, when you're wrong, those selfsame instincts will turn around and kick you in the teeth. It's odd how I can meet one person and feel an instant rapport with him or her but be so tongue-tied around another new person that they must seriously wonder if I speak English. I think it must have something to do with the instincts -- which still doesn't preclude the rapport person from kicking you in the teeth.
After having said karma and cosmos and such, it occurs to me that it doesn’t sound very nice of me to say in the same breath that I’m batching it until the weekend and loving the whole idea.
Tuesday with Twisted Linguistics:
have to geo back – A lost person using Geometry to find his way out of the wilderness.
Bot it looks great - Hot bionic chick.
hardley – Guy with good abs on a Harley.
petience – The quality of kindness and understanding practiced by the best animal trainers.
memioirs – A mimeographed autobiography.
ever heard the says – One kid asking another if Simon’s voice was audible to him when the command was given.
going threw hell – An aborted plan for a coup d'état in Hades.
motovate - New mode of transportation whereby you strap an outboard motor to your back and hit the road.
What kind of cake are you?
|You Are a Marble Cake|
Eclectic, inventive, and peaceful.
You are never willing to accept what's "normal." You live to push the envelope.
You find it hard to make up your mind. You prefer to have everything you want, right away!