I’ve built up a stock of bits and pieces in my head which I had intended posting but never got round to. So I’ve lumped them all together!
At the end of our lives
At the end of a caterpillar’s life
I read about 30 of my favourite blogs each day. Blogs I enjoy by people who write in a way that appeals to me. Sometimes I comment and sometimes just read. Since contributing to several writing sites such as Writers Island and Fiction Friday I find myself reading posts by at least 100 other writers each week. And too often it’s a pretty depressing chore. It seems to me that many writers use as many obscure words and dubious phrases as possible to appear clever. Too often I sit back and say ‘what the **** was that all about?’ Invariably I only see the light after I’ve read through the comments underneath!
And poetry! There are some I really enjoy - Missy, UL , and several others. But sometimes I read a poem over and over again, and I have no idea what going on! And I never comment first in case I've missed the plot and make a total prat of myself!
Confession time. I decided to carry out an experiment. I took a word, then put it into the thesaurus. I then listed the synonyms one under the other and posted it on ThisisbyUs.com. I got rave reviews! So much so, that for days I was watching out for a letter from the Palace telling me I was to be the next Poet Lauriat!
Anyway, I decided that my blog should be a place to visit for a bit of light relief. An oasis in a desert of ‘deep and meaningful’. A cape laid over a puddle of pretentious crap. I consider my writing to be south of William Makepeace Thackeray and a little north of my dear friend and genius Morgetron! Simple words arranged in a logical order. And yes Marja, a little bit of humour!
Apple Computer announced today that it has developed a computer chip that can store and play music in women's breast implants.
The iBreast will cost $499 to $599.
This is considered to be a major breakthrough because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.
Months and months ago I posted a picture of a sign in the window of one my local shops. I’ve had several requests to dig it out again so here it is.
I have an elderly friend who told me the other day that he doesn’t let life get him down because he can’t get up again!
I’m nowhere near his age but I am noticing that my memory is not as sharp as it once was. Also my memory is not as sharp as it once was.
One advantage of reaching 100 is that you no longer have to endure peer pressure!
Does that mean we get paid for working one extra day?