Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
sad: first thing I feel whenever I read about some young kid who has done themself in because of the bad behavior of some other young kid at school; mad is what I feel after thinking it over. glad is what I feel when the little miscreant gets to experience the appropriate set of consequences for the crappy behavior.
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Others are sad when I sing, my singing is sad.
Good word when you're still sleepy.
Do you need my list of "sa" words?
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sand: One consonante away from being a beach
Sad!!! Not me. Happy!!! yes.
What my unfinished drywall woes make me...
zzzzzzzzzzz!
(They are little z's because I'm half asleep. They would be capitalized if I was sound asleep.)
People get mad when I sing.
Flash 55 - Help?
SAD, adj it's my Saturday and I'm woefully sad I have to work. But I'll belt an even sadder note when in the shower and I'm singing away :)
sad: first thing I feel whenever I read about some young kid who has done themself in because of the bad behavior of some other young kid at school; mad is what I feel after thinking it over. glad is what I feel when the little miscreant gets to experience the appropriate set of consequences for the crappy behavior.
Sad--Alex Chilton's death made me sad.
I make everybody around me sad when I sing and I like to sing
Sad: The news.
But who can be sad on this beautiful day? Not me. I haven't listened to the news today, and I'm not gonna.
I am never sad when half-awake, I am perfectly happy and satisfied, then I wake up. I must wonder what a life I could run half-awake. :)
Seasonal
Affect
Disorder
But Spring is here to chase it away! Yay!
Jim, that list ought to perk me right up.
Well done, Poobah.
Mo'a, I've noticed.
Jenn, it's like The Yellow Wallpaper without the wallpaper.
Not me, Nessa. As long as you're in New Jersey and I'm in California I appreciate your singing at the top of your lungs.
Thom, do you sing to your passengers?
Sauerkraut, aren't we all victims of bullying? I mean, all of us but me.
Pia, why did everyone know who he is but me?
Good for you, TLP. Let the birds do the reporting.
Ariel, it would be fattening.
Enjoy, Quilly.
Doug, more like the The Money Pit without the money.
Oof. That sounds bad,
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