To hear the story, give praise for the morning.
To read the story, give praise for the singing.
This week in The Prattler, "Hall of Kings."
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.
To hear the story, give praise for the morning.
GIRAFFE, n. An animal that loves to bathe its fevered brow in the mists of dizzy altitudes, and supplies its own pinnacle for the occasion, whence it overlooks you like a step-ladder.
This week, welcome back Sar, the Belle of The Brawl. Sar was asked to define Optimistic, a word I've had much curiosity about and little hope of ever understanding.
About Sar: Well, it's hard to know where to start since all of you know her already. But I'll tell you to start with, it isn't just anybody I'd drive out to Palmdale to meet in person, especially over a meal. Of sausage and cheese and eggs and stuff. Melted goodness. Where was I? OK, I'd go to Palmdale to meet a fly for breakfast but it isn't everybody I can listen to for three hours straight and not check the time. That's a more elite crowd and Sar's on that list right up high. Sar has been part of the core of what makes this site all the best things it is for more than a year, never failing to make us all laugh with a wit that's sometimes sharper than stiletto heel and sometimes blunter than the toe.
To hear the story, ask pray at the tower.
This week, please help me welcome S.A.C.A.D.A. as a special guest.
I had a club that was the Twilight Zone club then I wrote down the bylaws for evryone in the club. My mother broght computer paper from work so i could write the by laws on computer paper. I wrot one copie for me so i could post it when the internett was invented.
I can prove the by-laws was impordant becaus me and Howard who was Geniril Helper in the club had a arguement about somthing and this was in the late summer so he tried to hit me with a hoe and i got mad and didnt talk to him the rest of the sumer and autum even thouhg we lived in the same apartmeant house, Then it was winter and I was biulding the bigest snowball of all time. I rolled it until it was bigger than i was and we called the newspaper and they wanted to send a reportor to take a picure. And I tryed to make it biger and Howard came to help me and we roled it together and was friends agian.
S.A.C.A.D.A. has other accomplishments as well. He is the president of The Twilight Zone Club, and it's successor S.A.C.A.D.A. (Secret Agents Crusading Against Demolition Agents.) An accomplished young man and patriotic American, he is also the author and illustrator of The Story Book of Trils and Chills and Excitement. So much potential. Kind of heart-breaking, really. With all of his extracurricular activities, his grades are actually kind of impressive. Clearly, this was a lad destined to be a leader.
POSITIVE, adj. Mistaken at the top of one's voice.
To hear the story, ask the chemist if she takes cream.
This is a truth, as old as the hills,
That life and experience teach:
The poor man suffers that keenest of ills,
An impediment of his reach.
—G.J.
This week, my guest is my separated-at-birth twin sister, Aral Peppermint Patty Pez. AP3 was asked to define Burnout some more.
To hear the story, Say hello to my leetle friends
The friendship of Crocker I tenderly prize-
I wear many kinds of his collars.
He's endeared to my heart by the sacred ties
Of a thousand accessible dollars.*
- Rare Ben. Truman
OK, so the world's 10,000th most meticulous blogger forgot to ask someone to be a guest this week. Then I saw this so this week, I'll be the guest and Kyah will be the guest host. Anyone who says "Pretty please" can be trusted as a host, I think.I curse you, Jack Satan, in horns and in hoof,
For you're a competing divine,
And the souls you pull into your pit are proof
That your pull-pit is bigger than mine.
To hear the story, tap the amphora