The one thing we know for certain is, we’re going to die. All 8 billion of us are going to turn toes up and croak. Some day. Life is a limited engagement, you know, but we’ve no idea how long we’ll be onstage. I, myself, am somewhat fearful of dying. Not of death, just the … Continue reading : what if we knew? :
Author: the whirly girl
We’re all hurtling through space at 1,040 mph with the earth’s rotation. I’m the one in the backseat with my head out the window. May I borrow a comb?
: choosing a hill to die on :
I've picked freedom. I like it; I am unabashedly pro-freedom. Know why? I get to think for myself. Oh, don't look so surprised, I do think sometimes. While I’ve conjured some of the dumbest, most ill-advised decisions in the history of the frontal lobe, I don't let that stop me. I could give you examples, … Continue reading : choosing a hill to die on :
: something wicked this way comes :
I know it. You know it. The entire northern hemisphere knows it. So why am I the only one panicking and doomsday prepping like a crazy person? Because I’m keenly attuned to seasonal nuance, that’s why. I can feel the menacing approach of winter from here, early September, when shorts and flip-flops are still a … Continue reading : something wicked this way comes :
: splooting explained :
The British call it pancaking. Squirrels call it life enhancing. Others call it heat dumping. Most of the big dictionaries don’t define it, yet. However, it is thought to be of recent coinage, which is nice. Etymology is such a gas. I, myself, stumbled across the term in, of all places, the Washington Post. Apparently, … Continue reading : splooting explained :
: blame it on corn sweat :
It’s a real, honest-to-goodness thing. Corn, the kind that grows on tall, spindly stalks in endless rows of dirt, sweats. It stands quietly in the sunshine exhaling water into the atmosphere through a process called evapotranspiration. Less scientific types call it corn sweat. One measly acre of ripening corn (there are millions in Illinois) can … Continue reading : blame it on corn sweat :
: better days ahead :
Yes, we’re on the backside of summer. Yes, upsetting nonsense keeps happening. And, yes, we’re weary. But, cheer up, buttercups. Better days are headed our way. A whole bunch of them, one right after another, like a convoy of happy. They’ll be here any day now — or soon, at least. I promise. Look at … Continue reading : better days ahead :
: to recogitate :
On first sight, I read recogitate as regurgitate and winced. There’s something truly off-putting about the word regurgitate, don’t you think? But, come to find out, there’s something equally off-putting about the word recogitate. The meanings are frightfully similar. Regurgitate = to spit something out that was partially digested. Recogitate = to think over again. In … Continue reading : to recogitate :
: who should I believe :
My eyes or common sense? I’m suspicious of both, since neither one is reliable. See, I recently received a couple of ‘likes’ on my twitter account from someone purporting to be David Letterman. Remember him? The guy from Late Night — Stupid Pet Tricks, Top Ten lists, Larry “Bud” Melman — that David Letterman, the … Continue reading : who should I believe :
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