Co-ed is a term you don’t hear very often these days. It always seemed insulting to me, a code to treat someone dismissively. Why not call college females “students” same as we do males? Nope, it was part of our constant obsession with labels. We still have that compulsion. Different ones now, but even so, we can’t quit consigning people to boxes. Not all are bad, of course, but I prefer mine to be filled with cookies not people. Should there be a comma after cookies? I generally err on the side of fewer is better so as not to drive my readers into a punctuation coma. But if you’re a comma cop, I can concur with the concept of including one there. Whew! I could have used a second cup of coffee today, though that’s a moot point now since this will post tomorrow while I’m cocooned in my cozy bed. Hopefully my lovely readers across the pond and on the East Coast will have checked in before I see it again. Note that I generally don’t comma off starter adverbs either unless I want the reader to take a dramatic pause. It may not seem as though there’s a method to my cornucopia of madness, but I assure you nothing is coincidental.
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“Where the hell am I?”
That used to be a common thing I’d say in the car before GPS devices. I have no sense of direction whatsoever. It’s kind of weird too because my parents were both great with directions, especially my dad (he loved maps), and my daughters are also good. But the whole innate positioning sense of where the hell I am and what I need to do to get to where I want to be… well, that gene just completed skipped over me. Whoosh!
Actually not only in the car. I can get lost in a building just as easily. Which way to the exit / bathroom / elevator? Idk. I have to do the routine several times before it’s stuck in my brain. Other people seem to recall it after one trip. If I’m in a new location, I’ll generally choose the wrong way every time even though odds are I should be right half the time. Nope.
But luckily I have my phone now, always fully charged and ready to tell me where I parked and how to get back home from the cat food store. 😻
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Clean versus dirty: What type of games do you play? I’m talking on the table here, not under it, and specifically board games.
There are many risqué games out there now, and several regular games have dirty or “dark” versions with references to sex, bathroom habits, drugs, drinking, and crime.
Some people love Cats Against Humanity, which is where you create nonsensical sentences out of phrases on hand. At first, this was fun, because it was different, but it soon became tiresome. After all, I’m always coming up with sentences from prompts; this isn’t something exciting. And being vulgar/violent isn’t thrilling for me either, since I can do that in a story anytime.
Then Taboo decided to meander over to the dark side. I don’t find it any more fun to try to make my team guess “Dirty Martini” than “Shirley Temple” however. This dirty Taboo should not be confused with the weird Taboo version that has words like “flibbertigibbet” in it. I like that one, but other people don’t.
Code Names has a dark version, which basically consists of 87,000 words for penis-related words. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, if it’s your cup of tea. I’ve become the designated explainer on the sexual terms. I have done a lot of research for my romance novels; it’s important to sound authentic.
I have the dark versions of Family Feud and 5 Second Rule, but they aren’t really that risqué.
It seems there is no end to the number of products available to try to divert our attention from the bleak reality of our hopeless existence and the impossibly mind-bending fact that it’s hurtling to an end.
Happy Caturday! 😻
Instructions for optimal health, according to the experts. 😀
1. “Throw out this vegetable now!” Which one? You’ll have to watch a 47-hour video to discover the answer.
2. Eat like a caveman: meat, berries, nuts, roots, etc. 🍇
3. Remember that cavemen died at age 27, max, so don’t eat like a caveman. 💀
4. Eat only one meal a day, so your liver has time to detox between feedings.
5. No, what you need to do is graze all day long like a cow, mooooooo. 🐄
6. Speaking of, give up dairy, unless you’re a baby cow. 🍼
7. No, dairy is fine, as long as it’s nonfat.
8. Wrong! Fat is fine; sugar is the new evil.
9. Sugar and carbs, honey. You should be getting all your nutrients from the air. 🌈
10. Btw, you’re breathing all wrong. Send us money and we’ll show you why… 💰
Chewbacca is the name of a Star Wars character and that’s pretty much all I know about Star Wars. I saw the first one. That’s it. But once I dreamt or hallucinated that Darth Vader was made of fire. I told people that, and they said I was nuts, and he is not made of fire. Okay. But I really did have a vision of it. There is a black car in my parking lot, a Dodge or something, with the license plate VAAADER, and that’s clever. But driving sucks and I wish I could just take a convenient bus or choo-choo train. So tired of traffic, insurance, the DMV, and parking problems. Blargh. 😜
Four used to be my lucky 🍀 number when I was married because I had a husband and two daughters, which made a symmetrical family of four. But then I got divorced and naturally changed my lucky number to three, since we were now three amazing chicks 🐤🐤🐤 on our own and doing fine.
Before long however the girls found great guys to marry and now they have their own families. I can’t really say we’re a trio of chiclets these days, even if in my mind I think of us that way. It’s no longer a reality.
I do have my little soul-kitty Gatsby and we are a duo, can’t separate us, no sirree, so maybe my lucky number is two. Could very well be so. I’m always grateful for his warm comforting furry presence even if it comes with sharp claws and teeth cuz the best things in life do have a slight edge to them.
Don’t you agree? 🐱
Leaves 🍁 are lovely when they change color, and it used to be a fine tradition to press them in waxed paper between leaves of a book, when we found particularly pretty specimens. Now, I live in Southern California, where we don’t generally have a visible change of seasons, and I also do most of my reading electronically. But I’m not one to pine away for the past, for the most part. I’ve never been back East since I left in 1983, to witness the beautiful colors of the trees in autumn, though I wouldn’t mind going, someday.
My first thought was to write about people leaving, as in relationships, but I like to begin the SOCS with the prompt word, in its proper form, and I couldn’t come up with anything that made grammatical sense. For the regular daily prompts, I don’t always use them in their proper form, and now this inconsistency may bother me.
I see I italicized pine because I thought I’d stuff this post with more tree words, but I forgot, and now it’s time to branch out to other endeavors and schedule this thing already. Yes, I am barking mad, thank you for asking! 🤪
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