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.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
ADONIS, n. A comely youth, remembered chiefly for his unkindness to Venus. He has been unjustly censured by those who forget that in his time goddesses were only ten cents a bunch.
2009 Update: The hero Andromeda awaited from the foam.
Ἄδωνις, Ádōnis, oops, I had you mixed up with Jim! Both of you are so youthful and such early risers. Almost as fine and early as that Doug!
(Doug, you are definitely early this morning.)
Yeah, so the two could have had a nice small talk till Hellboy came and rescued both. Or at least one.
Adonis, too skinny for pillow, too soft for dagger.
One of the original beautiful people.
dpmented: an egghead.
Poor Andromeda. Chained to a rock and left for dead. And sea monsters! What could be worse? I suppose maybe the Gorgon Medusa, but not by much.
Adonis: too pretty for my taste.
But I thought Kevin Sorbo was Andromedia's hero?
Adonis: the gay waiter at the Turkish restaurant.
Happy end of summer folks!
Yea, really, I imagine Andy Warhol would have had a field day with him.
That foam gets ya drunk faster than the beer.
He lives with me. But why does he often look like a Bear?
Jim, it happens. Lack of distraction.
Ariel, that's a great epitaph.
Amoeba, predating philosopher, mathematicians and single-celled organisms.
Karen, the thing to consider is whether, if Medusa had been chained to that rock, would Perseus have bothered?
Mine, too, as it happens, blogmama.
Wasn't he Hercules, Quilly? Ptui!
Hey, Mule! Happy harvest to you, sir.
I can imagine that, Cooper. Canned beauty.
I hadn't heard that, Icy. I'll try to remember.
Are you sure that's not Samson, Terry?
Once a hero, always a hero! (Until the muscles begin to sag.)
A dream many men are living and think is true when they look in the mirror
Quilly, that's usually at the first sign of danger.
Absolutely, Nicole. We're pretty just before we wake up which happens right after we look in the mirror.
I'm no Delilah ha ha
Often a relative of Narcissus, I have found.
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