Q. What are a lazy writer’s favorite type of shoes?
A. Loafers.
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Q. What are a poor, lazy writer’s type of shoes?
A. Penny loafers.
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Q. Where do struggling writers get their feet coverings?
A. On the sock exchange.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
It is the first or second weekend of the month and time, once again, for a new word to live by. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. Today’s New Word is a compounding of two words. Without further waiting, conscience sedation is the new word / phrase for this month:
Conscience, n.the self-guided sense of what is right or wrong in one’s conduct or motives, impelling one toward right action, such as following one’s conscience.
2. the complex of ethical and moral principles that controls or inhibits the actions or thoughts of an individual.
Sedation, n. 1. calming of mental excitement or abatement of physiological function, often by administering a drug, also known as a sedative.
2. the state so induced.
How about Conscience sedation?
Conscience sedation, n. 1. the mental condition or state by which you sedate your conscience in order to function in a situation. At best, you are amoral, but more likely a sociopath. This state can be achieved by drugs or by accepting whole heartedly a misguided ideology (Faux News, NRA, Tea Party), or sometimes by running for political office.
2. the state so induced
Filed under 2015, new word, New words to live by
Dirty Dancing in the wild.
Oh my
the hippopotami
have come to try
and drive me away.
I undressed
to my birthday best
to take my rest
on a hot day.
I did not know
it was no place to go
that I could not show
my full display.
I have caused unrest
put nature to the test
because I undressed
and tried to stay.
One big old brute
did not like my birthday suit
so I gave him the salute
and he huffed my way.
With no pants
I had little chance
to make a stance
or have my say.
I now must leave
but please don’t grieve
and don’t yet believe
I am human filet.
–poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Seeing who I am /
frightens the monster within /
shattering myself.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Some mysteries may never be solved.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Zombie Neighborhood Watch sign: “Take a bite out of crime. Eat the perpetrator.”
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Q. What sort of work does a zombie like?
A. Piecemeal.
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Q. What do you call the headmaster at a zombie school?
A. The headmaster.
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Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
The headline meaning is clear, or is it?
An unfortunate juxtaposition
It was an unfortunate juxtaposition
An editorially poor rendition
And a layout contradiction
Of the work being done that day.
The ladies were up in the air
Arms and legs wide without a care
And the photographer “froze” them there:
A fine photo some might say.
But a headline was then put in place
Above their wide-open pose embrace
Each with a smile upon her face
And things came out another way.
The headline read: “Let’s go, Beavers”
And for those who are “mis-perceivers”
The headline was an overachiever
Of the double entendre sort of sway.
Some members of the fourth estate
To this day cannot contemplate
How such a printing came to state
Something that put such a pun in play.
So let this be today’s object lesson
About laying out a front-page section
And how others can have a perception
Where you place things a certain way.
–poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, poetry by author
An unlucky dress?
Wedding dress
Wedding dress, wedding dress beside the road
In a plastic bag, story untold.
Was it for a marriage gone terribly bad?
Or was the bride free and very glad?
Was it tossed out in spite and anger?
Discarded maybe after he strangled her?
Was she elated to see him go
And she tossed it out just for show?
The button on the bag said it was “EASY”
Was it really or was it simply sleazy?
The dress in question raises questions galore
Some answers we know, for others we want more.
Abandoned in a bag with a red button on the side.
Filed under 2015, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
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