Here you go:
Here you go:
Junioring: The act of claiming innocence by stupidity
Internyet: Russian use of the internet to veto an election
Fakicity: Obvious artificiality and fakeness presented by people pretending to be authority figures
Flerp: To pass on a brain activity due to media overload. Example: In response to a question about the Trump-Russia conspiracy, “I flerp on that,” “I flerp,” or simply, “flerp.”
You want to start a story with an enticing first line. Here are some first lines for your essays, short stories and novels guaranteed to peek reader interest. Or at least to peek their fear. Feel free to use them as writing prompts. If you get published, please pay me money. Any amount. Enough for a bar of chocolate.
Fifteen Future Famous First Phrases:
This week’s news has the White House saying that miners (people who dig stuff up out of the ground, not people who are children) don’t watch public television (PBS). Thus, they are proposing to eliminate federal funds for PBS. I figured that there must be a “Miners for Public Television” advocacy group. So I googled it. No “Miners for Public Television” or even “Miners for PBS.” So, the White House must be right. What else are they right about? I decided to google some phrases to find out….
So, the White House can rest easy. I decided to continue my search for truth on the internet, and this is what I discovered:
Just like the @ sign for “at,” there should be signs for “before” and “after,” something like this: and
Here is some Trump Haiku:
This Haiku is rigged
It is against Donald Trump
It is so unfair
There’s some kind of leak between my dreams and my so-called reality. It used to be one way, the normal way: bits and pieces of my life show up randomly in dreams. You know, your dog is in your dream, giving you advice, and she’s also your mother. But ever since April 13th, dream-stuff has been appearing in my waking world. For example, as I am writing this, I’m sitting in a café in Vermont, and on the chalk-written menu is raisin-flavored kombucha. Yes, Vermont is full of the hippy probiotic drink kombucha. But nobody really makes raison-flavored kombucha. It’s something I dreamed last night, along with the kombucha-flavored, vegan, raw chocolate cream pie, which I just noticed is also on display here in this café. It makes me wonder what else I’m seeing that I forget I dreamed up.
Here are some things I’ve been thinking today. If we were eating a meal together, I would probably figure out a way to inject them into the conversation. But because I have no social life, I am sharing them here, in this blog post, with random strangers, lurkers and family members checking up on me.