The Words Gone Wild blasfomy Twisted Linguistics chose to play with this week are a wonky mess of WordVerification alphabet soup -- or a compote of crazy consommé, bowl of bizarre boulibaise, a vat of very weird vicysoise, or a crock of crackbrained chowder. They look like this:
I think they could be boiled up into some pretty peculiar haiku. What say you? I'm sitting here waiting to see what you come up with, so don't keep me waiting too long. Write!
Anyone? Orolle, systile
Of remunde -- hangisp!
I know you guys can do much better than that.
I think the temperature actually got above freezing yesterday but, with the wind, you couldn't tell. And now we're expecting another snowstorm later today. Whoever it is doing the snow dance -- and you know who you are -- I demand that you cease and desist. Right now!