Still Searching...

Wanted: 1 raison d'etre, medium, beige or charcoal preferred. Will find a good home at this very location. In return I offer only the warm sense of satisfaction available to those who no longer need their existence justified and thus can provide hand-me-down service. Scanning various random blogs, I find many with only 1 or two entries. We're posts and posts beyond that point here at Imbecilities, so there!

How Novel!

Speaking of blogging your novel (we were discussing that, weren't we?), I've given it some thought. Sounds great. The only problem is you kinda need a novel to blog. And in order to do that, you sorta have to make up some stuff. Actually, a buncha stuff.

In order to delight one's readers with the confectionery of the mind, the aspiring novelist must erect an edifice composed of two essential building blocks, as it were: compelling characters, who seem as real as our fellow churchgoers; captivating plot, which sweeps us up in its seeming inevitability; and cogent descriptions, which, like concealed lighting, illuminate without calling attention to themselves.

Whatever.

Interconceptual Napkins

I wouldn't have had any idea what such a phrase could possibly mean except for the food court where I work. See, there's three stations, stands, uh, whatchemacallits [the marketing folks surely have a nifty term for them] all lined up behind a counter: Subway, Chick-fil-A, and something called Target Grill (which apparently means cold stuff you wouldn't have wanted when it was fresh). Once, when I got to the cashier at the end of the row, I looked at the condiment stand and saw straws, lids, utensils, and ketchup packs, but no napkins. I asked the cashier where the napkins were.

"Napkin dispensers are located between each of the three concepts." And so they were.

Geez, November Already

I have to confess that, for the duration of the Electo-Rama, I have been strictly a consumer of bloggage, but now am feeling blognanimous. (Is that a googlewhack, or whatever you call it?)* Anyway, back to the same old grind. Forget aspirations of normalcy at the top. And remember, 48% might as well be -48% in the view of certain highly-placed micropsyches. (I intend that to mean those of small-minded disposition, no matter their IQ.) I was so looking forward to a reprieve from the totalitarian-tendin' tongue-tied Texan terror. (and Laura thinks she knows something about alliteracy in America)

BTW, checking Google, each of my would-be neologisms comes up with one hit. This fills me with blognacity, and if you have to ask what that means, then you should just leave its use to professionals, sweetheart. It is ok to comment, though.

* Update: No, it's not, a googlewhack, that is. A googlewhack is "that elusive query (two words - no quote marks) with a single, solitary result!" I don't know what you call a word appearing on only one page, or none. Perhaps the self-referential neogoogleism would suffice.