Quote of the Post (for Elle Cordova)

  

 

 "But she had already stopped in front of a tall door padded with purple velvet. There were voices on the other side-- eldritch voices, the sort of voices that mere typography will remain totally unable to convey until someone can make a linotype machine with echo-reverb and, possibly, a typeface that looks like something said by a slug." 

Terry Pratchett The Light Fantastic, novel  

Pratchett had an imagination and sense of humor that was amazing. Find and read his books!   His discworld is one of literature's greatest inventions. For those of you not in the know, Elle Cordova is one of the most talented people on YouTube. I imagine she's also talented elsewhere, and, perhaps, in real life, but I have no first-hand evidence to that effect. In any event, she has perfected a style of intellectual-goofiness that is rarely seen, and almost never to the level she achieves. There is a kinship, I think, with Pratchett's work. Among other things; she's given personalities to various typefaces. Dare I say that she's given faces to typefaces? Yes. I dare. In certain parts of New York, she would be called a pisser. Everywhere else she'd be funny. And, if I had the skills, there would be some links to her channels. But I don't. So there aren't. 

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 "On the way into town, on a street near the school stood the nickel emporium where all the sweet poisons hid in luscious traps....

  Inside, honey lay sheathed in warm African chocolate. Plunged and captured in amber treasure lay fresh Brazil nuts, almonds, and glazed clusters of snowy coconut. June butter and August wheat were clothed in dark sugars. All were folded in crinkled tin foil, then wrapped in red and blue papers that told the weight, ingredients, and manufacturer. In bright bouquets the candies lay, caramels to glue the teeth, licorice to blacken the heart, chewy wax bottles filled with sickening mint and strawberry sap. Tootsie Rolls to hold like cigars, red-tipped chalk-mint cigarettes for chill mornings when your breath smoked on the air."

Ray Bradbury Farewell Summer, novel

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 "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."

Groucho Marx

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"What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light."

Mark Twain

Perhaps the greatest irony is that Twain was a very happily married man. 

A Bit of a Tribute

This is little early for a Paddy's Day post, but as I may very well be otherwise occupied on the day, preventing dehydration with a beer or few, I'll put this in now.

This limerick, based on a true story, is dedicated to Simone Giertz. I'm a big fan. Check her out on YouTube.


    There was a young woman from Sweden
    Who said, Making things is my Eden
    But when, to her ire
    She set her own belly afire
    Said, My dignity is recedin'

Christopher Mahon

Unreality Check

Does anyone else get the impression that Donald Fucking Trump is wandering around the White House. these days mumbling 'Inconceivable!'?

The Truth is Stranger. Much Stranger. So Much Stranger.

"Despite the constant negative press covfefe."
  Donald Fucking Trump

  Despite the incomplete sentence, let's deal with the fact that my computer's spell-check is having a fit with the collection of letters ending the quote (I'm not dignifying it with the word word).

  Covfefe!

  On this blog, I make up lots of strange shit. I even make up words occasionally. I take credit for conserva nostra for example; as well as trumposaurus. Let's not forget that Trump and his minions and base are members of the ignoratti  I must confess, though, that on my best, or worst day, I'd never have thought of covfefe.

   God knows that I'm praying for some fiction about now.