“Snuck” is an example of one of the MANY reasons I have such a deep distrust of democracy.
That is all. For now.
Pro Tip
If you are “tinning” cloth (for work clothes, outdoor fabrics, etc.) use toilet (gasket) rings for the beeswax, ‘cos you KNOW it can stand up to all kindsa shit.
YW
Classes of Writers
There are two main classes of writers that can — broadly — be discerned by this bright line divider:
1. Those who know how to use and appropriately do use m-dashes.
2. Pseudoliterate imposters (whose “work” is usually edited by lobotomized Bonobo Chimpanzees).
Oh, there are many other indicators, but that one will generally do the trick.
YW.
🙂
There may be those among my (2?) readers who question which class I belong in based on my own use of an m-dash above. If so, nanny-nanny-boo-boo to you. *heh*
BTW, I read the occassional pseudoliterate imposter for the dubious pleasure of making snarky comments in notes, then reposting those notes in a Amazon review. Yeh, it’s kinda mean, but they EARNED it. One such pseudoliterate imposter I read recently described a wedding (it was in an “action hero” sort of seventh grade boys’ fantasy). My impression of the “classy” (so asserted by pseudoliterate imposter) wedding was of a kinda trashy “trailer park” wedding. (And yes, I know some perfectly nice folks also live in trailer parks, but I’m invoking the “TPTrash” meme for shorthand, here.) It was a hoot trashing that, since it had already trashed itself.
Humor, NOT
Tried to find a contemporary sitcom (“situation COMEDY”) to watch the other night. Was unsuccessful. Nothing comedic on. Maybe it would help if I knocked a few IQ points off with a Hivemind-issued autolobotomy kit (where “a few IQ points” = more than half those available).
Long Hours at the Range?
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Should use this instead of ballistic gel for those long days at the range. . .
“Being of Sound Mind. . . “
Thinking of modding my will, beginning with the portion, “being of sound mind” to “being of sound mind–well, at least as sound as it’s ever been, and I DGARA about those who think it’s always been a bit shaky, especially since I’m beyond their reach, now. . . ”
I’d like to proceed from there with even more snark, but we’ll just have to see how that does, eh?
The Endless Poem
Roses are red. . .
I Have Known. . .
A few guys named “Harry” whose names would better have been spelled “Hairy.”
That is all.
Olde Pharte Syndrome® Strikes Again
Now and again, I hear (between my ears) Ravenscroft’s voice singing the melody to “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” but with different lyrics featuring Son&Heir’s dog. . .
“You’re a good dog, Mr. Hobbs. . . ”
And that quite often invokes Olde Pharte Syndrome®, and I am transported (again, between my ears) back to Capitol Recording, LA, 1971, where my intro to 70s-era recording technology was performed by Bud Cole, Ravenscroft’s frequent sound engineer/producer, chatting with me as he worked the board.
Ah! Memories. They are what tell us when we have gotten old enough, eh? *heh*
Quick Tip for Subliterate “Dunning-Krugerand” Wannabe Writers
Learn to write “Smarter Than a Fifth Grader (Who Rode the Short Bus to School and Spend Five Years in Fifth Grade Before Being Passed ON)™.”
YW.