“Well color me happy!” Grampa said. He held the rock up to the light and it shnined through, accentuating the rock’s lacy layers. “It sure is red,” I said. “This is a Lake Superior Agate. Don’t usually find ‘em this part of Lake Huron.” I slid my cold hand into his large one. He wrapped … Continue reading Summer Camp
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Portmanteau
"We're deplaning now. Please utilize the exit at the front of the plane." "Deplaning, ugh." "Only because 'disembarking' is too long," Steve said. "It's not a real word!" "It started in 1923." I considered this for about a nanosecond. "Slithy." "Now who's making up words," he said. "Lewis Carroll. Lithe and slimy smashed together." "The … Continue reading Portmanteau
Beginning and Ending
The chemical relationship ionized dreams and lifted hopes. Though they were fraught with isotopes, the shared events were joyous. The spiral and complex weekends did not need explaining. Soon, the data showed cursed elements. The erasure of the happy road became a periodic part of each day. A metallic ploy mandated a unique wall; each … Continue reading Beginning and Ending
Words
Some stupid made up words come into existence by spontaneous generation, like de-planing. I'll spare you my rant on that one. I can't stop stupid-word-spontaneous-generation, otherwise known as stuspontination. I can fight it with clever made up words, clevords. This is not a new idea. My words are called pormanteau words. We use a lot … Continue reading Words
Der Stuhl
I am cold and blue and no one wants to sit down. Maybe it’s because I’m blue? I think it’s because I have a special purpose and jealousy is at work. Some are built with purpose and others just exist. Like walls. They don’t do much. They enclose the studs, which are the real load … Continue reading Der Stuhl
