Tag Archives: humor
January 8, 2020 · 10:42 AM
December 2, 2019 · 11:31 AM
It’s the Monday after Thanksgiving, bright and early in the morning. The sun is shining giving the promise of a splendid day ahead. I am sitting at my writer’s desk penning my blog for the new week ahead and for some reason contemplating lunch which is several hours away.
Why, you ask, would I be thinking of the second meal of the day having only just broken my fast from the night before? My answer to you, as if you haven’t already guessed, is my previously planned fare for this midday meal. Yup, it’s a turkey sandwich, my staple for the past five days.
Fresh in my mind I remember alluding to the cache of leftovers in last week’s blog that would invade my diet for the next week. However, this overabundance of foul fowl may be perceived as pro or con.
Some folks could eat turkey every day if not every meal. For my tastes once a year is quite enough, which is why we have prime rib for Christmas.
I just glanced at the sundial on the wall, and see that it’s time for the 12 o’clock force feeding. To everyone who shares my feelings for eating one of the smartest avians in the wild . . . when grown in captivity . . . not so much. Hang in there, this soon will pass.
November 25, 2019 · 2:51 PM
Well, here it is again. That day of days that comes, but once a year. Not just once a year, but once a year in the same month (November) and on the same day (the fourth Thursday). What you ask could be this day? Why naught, but Thanksgiving, where we gorge ourselves on fowl, stuffing, potatoes, gravy, breads, all manner of vegetables, candied yams, cakes, pies, and many more delicacies too numerous to recall. And what do we do after finishing this great feast?
We take a nap, not because of the tryptophan in the turkey as the tale goes, but because of the huge amounts of food we throw down our neck.
Leaving a puddle of drool to mark our bedding down area, we arise to feed again. It’s much like the instructions on our shampoo bottles, wash, rinse, repeat. And just like our shampoo, we may repeat these instructions as many times as we like each day. These meals usually take the form of turkey sandwiches and whatever is left from our lunchtime ritual. Then one day the bird and all the fixins have been consumed not to be eaten again for another year.
Personally, I think we should take a hint from the fare served at the first Thanksgiving. From what I understand, turkey was a no show, but that opens the door for what did make an appearance at this extravaganza which was lobster, oysters and clams. Kinda makes you wonder what happened in the translation of recipes from then til now.
What outshines the food no matter which century you’re in, is spending time with family and thanking our heavenly father for the bounty he bestows on us each day.
November 18, 2019 · 1:53 PM
Clichés can be good or they can be really bad. Case in point, the one cliché that has stood the test of time and is a mere one word
long is, “cool.” Other clichés include, “You can’t judge a book by its cover,” which is something the majority of people do when purchasing a novel.
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Taking a moment to think about this saying makes it clear that the cliché fails to produce an overabundance of sense. If I’m dead, then game over. If I manage to survive this harrowing experience, I’ll probably remain skittish of whatever it was that nearly took my life.
“Innocent until proven guilty.” We all know that once you’re accused, you are automatically guilty in the eyes of the people. So, we might as well skip the middle man and stamp guilty on the suspect’s forehead.
I try to shy away from many of the new clichés that jump out every so often, especially in my writing. Some of the most notorious being, “My bad” . . . “What up” . . . and one of the most overused, “Let’s do this.”
All in all, one that certainly rings true, yet if taken literally leaves one of two sides at a severe deficit, is “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
I realize that clichés have literal and alternate meanings; however, it’s a lot more fun bringing them to you as I have . . . still I can’t imagine bringing a pen to a sword fight!
November 4, 2019 · 10:14 AM
They say the average person’s vocabulary stops growing at age 25. I’d like to take a moment to ask exactly who are these beings known as “they”? This autonomous collective of individuals interfere in our business much more than I think should be allowed. They say; they say; they say. I’ve had enough of what they say and believe it’s about time they climbed up off our back . . . just saying.
As a writer, I feel as though it is incumbent on me to continuously strengthen my storage chest of words. Vocabulary itself is a peculiar word and lends itself to different oddities.
For instance, have you ever read a book or engaged in a conversation where a word was used that you were unsure as to its meaning? Instead of asking the definition of the word or looking it up in the dictionary, you casually and confidentially maintained an air there was never any doubt as to your knowledge of the word itself.
If this happened while you were reading, you found it necessary to tell yourself exactly what the word meant without missing a beat, whether it is fact or fancy.
Funny things these objects we call words. They can cast a hold over us that we cannot explain. Make us feel intelligent at times and like a blithering idiot during others. Tell us a story fit only for the ears of kings and with the next utterance comfort a child with unintelligible babble.
All in all, what could be better than a word? You can talk to strangers, friends, family, children, animals, inanimate objects you choose to address. You can strike up a conversation with a tree or you can have a seat in a quiet place and talk to yourself, but the best usage for the many words and what we are able to do with them is praise for our Creator and the many blessings we receive through combining letters into words.
October 28, 2019 · 12:06 PM
Science Fiction, Fantasy and the Like Should Pull You In, Chew You Up and Metaphorically Beat You to a Pulp Before it Spits You Out, Ready for the Next Ride
Writing of course takes a bit of thought whether you’re beginning a manuscript, in the middle or putting the finishing touches on your latest novel. I find that in the middle of the thoughts reserved for said manuscript move ???aside allowing outlandish discourse to float to the surface of my brain. Sometimes these thoughts drag me away from what is supposed to be the blog I am writing and into the clutches of nonsense.
For instance, if I were traveling around the globe and headed in an Easterly direction, no matter how long or how far my travels take me, I’d still be moving east. If I were to turn around and head in a Westerly direction the same is true regardless of the distance or travel time. I would still be traveling west.
Now switch to the top of the globe and begin the same journey only in a southerly direction. Once I reach the bottom of the globe, I am automatically moving north. Then as before, once I reach the furthest point North, I once again begin to move in a southerly direction.
Now I realize this is useless information that has nothing to do with anything. However, that’s just the way my brain works and this summation of how my cranium operates is more of a Boone than a bane.
This condition (if you will) allows me to fulfill my imagination and create some of the most outlandish creatures. I even tend to surprise myself at some of the beasts that move from my head to the virtual paper plastered across the computer screen.
All in all this has been a great help to me as I develop the complicated plots that tend to arise throughout my books. Thank you for allowing me to bend your ear and I’ll be in touch soon.
September 24, 2019 · 9:32 AM