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.
I can't stay awake until 8pm. Oh, the pain. Uh, the agony.
"keep them guessing ... don't be taken for granted ... be a no-show, once in a while" Doug's The WA Rules xoxo
WHAT???!!!???That's totally...unbearable! (I'm still on yesterday's word anyway.)
"TLP, no wonder I can't write! You killed my muse! You landed on her! And your little dog, too!"I landed on your muse? You sayin' I'm so fat I could kill a muse, buster? Huh? Huh? And I don't got no dog. 'Cept you.
Doug, don't mess with TLP. She'll turn you into a pretzel. She's doing yoga now and she'll snap you like a twig - all peaceful like.
Are you friggin' kidding me?If the world jumps out of its axis, we all know who's to blame!
I think Doug is a real tease, Mireille.
Now Minka's upset. You have all of the women crying. Are you happy now Doug?
Nessa, take two aspirin and check back in the morning.Mireille, the WA rules say post daily but Sunday at a reasonable time. Luckily, they aren't enforceable.TLP, just watch your step in a tornado is all I'm saying.Nessa, the Dawgbreak asana?Minka, my Saturday post has been on time maybe once in the last five weeks. Just because you stopped coming late for a week doesn't earn you much pity.Nessa,"I'm gonna think of lotta good liesI'm gonna laugh when a woman criesI'm gonna have myself a style to recognize"-Merle Haggard, I'm Gonna Break Every Heart I Can
I am sorry to hear that TLP landed on your muse. You shouldn't let her proceed without any supervision at Friday nights.
WHAT??!!!!This is an outrage!!!!!I'll be back! - I wrote that using my Ahhhnold voice.
Yes. Probably best to keep sharp implements away from Shahryar. Strangely, I feel sorry for him. xoxo
Tell me about it, Ariel. And watch where you leave your brooms.JD, I'll be up in Ahnald land this coming week. Flying, though, so I can't surprise your mom and borrow an almond.Mireille, he reminds me of some of my kin.
I like your chickens, Doug.It'sBuckner International600 North Pearl Street, Suite 2000Dallas, TX 75201 • 214-758-8000R. C. Buckner was a preacher who came to Texas in 1858. He died in 1919."Buckner International provides services that include residential child care, orphan care, adoption and foster-care services, prevention programs, senior adult services, missionary opportunities and a global humanitarian aid program, Shoes for Orphan Souls, which provides shoes for needy children around the world."http://www.buckner.org/aboutus.shtmlWe were on a mission trip with them to Guatemala last fall...
In the corner where he stood against the wall, Shahryar pressed his dagger against his leg until he was relieved of it by a palace guard. Thus ending his private debate over whether or not he should go back to murdering his brides, or perhaps their mothers instead -- along with any cousins who might be nearby.Muse, if this is what you do when your muse is dead, the next time she is well and thriving write a novel and send it off to Ace.
Doug,A Minka is never late, nor is she early...she arrives precisely when she means to. -Gandalf voice-now...1st paragraph is missing an indefinite article, the second one has a double "the" and don't even get me started on the 7th!Your lateness certainly can't be excused with regards to a spell-and-grammar check.*tsk*
I couldn't stay awake last night and so now I had to relive Saturday. One should not live in the past.The wedding party will look lovely dressed in chicken feathers.
"...who...would doubt the ruthless grasp of the wedding party." The wedding party or ANY wedding party? Who indeed? Not me.Good chapter. I really do feel sorry for the groom-to-be at this point, but then again, he's earned this wedding crap with his past behavior. Makes a person think twice or maybe three times before considering marriage, huh?
A great cause, Jim. Thanks for letting us know.Quilly, unfortunately, the difference between amused and no muse is a 250 word vignette once a week.Minka, thank you for the scolding. Mother's milk to me. A double "the" but how many "teh"s?Nessa, you could have been my guest muse.TLP, I agree. Poetic justice.
I thought actonbell said chicken dance game. Why do they always play the chicken dance at wedding receptions? According to Doug it's appropriate and I guess now we know why (I am smiling as I say this Doug; D)xybykzu
Those women sure do argue a lot.You cannot borrow almonds from my mother, but you can steal some if you wish while she's not looking.
It's so sad when hens start to pick on each other...so much uglier than cock fights. Great reading, I have to say!
Nice with the story! And you really shouldn't mess with TLP.Oh, sorry about the Chargers. Well, not really.
If anyone survives make sure I'm t the wedding.
Thanks, Actonbell. That's how I make decisions from now on. It's how I've been making business decisions for some time.Nessa, you see what happens when people take my advice on the way to the altar.Thanks, JD. Does she keep them in her desk?Thank you, Minka.Sis, I'm not a Charger's fan. I still think Tom Brady's GLBT.Cooper, want to be flower girl?
what's GLBT?I kinda need to know what you think of Tom Brady..
Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transsexual, Minka. I'm giving my blogsister a hard time. He is awfully pretty for a straight man, though. I bet he gets his back waxed.
Just wanted you to know that I read, and actually thought I had left a comment right after Nessa, but it never showed up. My comment was somethng to the effect that all hens are royalty anyway. Because they are.
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