(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)
Interesting, if not always deep, thoughts often pop into my head while I’m doing battle with my lawn. And yes, I do battle with a non-gas, non-electric, old-fashioned push mower. An actual reel mower. And my mind tends to think of some semi-interesting crap while I push along.
Welcome to Volume 17 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.
SHOW ME THE…WHAT?!
So, what would YOU call a (mythical) repressive form of government that forces every citizen to drink milk?
If you like “Lactatorship”, you really need to pick up a copy of Wordapodia, Volume One: An Encyclopedia of Real Fake Words, where you will find more than 250 other creative, fun Wordapods.
The projected dramatic drop in temperature from today to tomorrow reminded me of my wordapod, Fairinheight. This may not mean what you think, and you’ll also learn a little Presidential trivia, including my mythical All-Presidential basketball team.
Look for “fairinheight” in Wordapodia, Volume One: An Encyclopedia of Real Fake Words, where you will find over 250 other creative, fun Wordapods.
One of the first stories I read this morning – from that vaunted news source disguised as the Facebook stream – was teased with this attention-getter:
It started with a father texting his daughter during movie previews. It ended with the 43-year-old man shot dead amid the theater seats, and a 71-year-old retired police officer in custody. See the latest:
This Wednesday’s Wordapod may be one of the more optimistic ones to be found in my whole creative lexicon. Yepidemic is one of over 250 creative Wordapods to be found in Wordapodia, Volume One: An Encyclopedia of Real Fake Words.
This Wednesday’s Wordapod is for those who may want concrete proof that there is stupidity and cluelessness surrounding them. Stupometer is one of over 250 new Wordapods to be found in Wordapodia, Volume One: An Encyclopedia of Real Fake Words.
This column was to be written Saturday morning, quite a few hours before the somewhat stunning non-guilty verdict was announced in Sanford, Florida, thereby exonerating George Zimmerman of either second-degree murder or manslaughter in the homicide of Trayvon Martin.
Even now, four or so hours post-decision as I start to write, I’m still letting this sink in for a moment, as I am not so much shocked by the verdict itself (anything can and does happen in jury trials) but still reeling at the seeming finality of it and everything that preceded it.
Wednesday’s Wordapod, found in Wordapodia, Volume One: An Encyclopedia of Real Fake Words, might be a good thing for our highly partisan, fractured political system.
Dear City of Sanford, Florida,
Please allow me a brief introduction.
I usually utilize this space to write about the lighter side of life or sports. Every now and then, I go on a rant about a somewhat serious issue, yet it’s often done with a satiric sense. But I am now trying to write a coherent message about life, death, public trust, civil rights and so much more. Indeed, it’s hard to think while almost visibly angry and difficult to type with clenched fingers.
So, here we are, just ten months—give or take—away from the next Presidential election, and two days away from the start of 2012.
Yessir, it’s a leap year, which means a new (or same) President will be elected and another Summer Olympiad will be contested. I still get geared up for both of these events, if not quite as geeked up as I used to.
As an aside, should the two events be combined, or would that produce too much illegal brain doping? Discuss.
Thinking about Herman Cain, I can’t get the following tune out of my head. Maybe, I should call 9-9-9.
Cue the music: The brain of Cain turned out to be inane.
I think I’ve got it.
Wait, wasn’t that lyric, or something like it, from My Fair Lady? Speaking of which, how many fair ladies did Cain run around with, or harass?