Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
You ever type or write a word, and then look at it and look at it because it seems like it’s wrong? But then you check, and, yup, that is the correct word and spelling?
I hope you do. I don’t want to believe I’m the only one that does this. I don’t want to be that unique.
Floofogenic (catfinition) – produced or created by cats; a cat that’s suitable for photographing because of their visual appeal.
In use: “The floofogenic odors were strong testimony that more than one feline resided here.”
Trusting my demon is part of my philosophy of writing like crazy.
This bumper sticker cracked me up. Did it result from a mondegreen? (“All we are saying, is give peace a dance.”)
This was one of those who and what situations.
I heard the lyrics, “Looking for the answers in the pouring rain.” Whenever I heard the song on the radio, I tried listening for more lyrics and the name of the song and group. They used to give the song title and performers’ name on the radio; not so much, anymore. But hearing those lyrics, I did an Internet search. First I thought the song was called “Cage the Elephant.” That didn’t make sense. I didn’t hear elephants mentioned in the song. What was I missing?
Oh, Cage the Elephant is the musical group’s name. That makes more sense, right? The song turned out to be “Cigarette Daydreams.”
I was surprised by how long Cage the Elephant had been around, so I went retro, searching out their music. Meanwhile, here’s “Cigarette Daydreams.” I do like these lyrics:
You can drive all night
Looking for the answers in the pouring rain
You wanna find peace of mind
Looking for the answer
Floofair (catfinition) – Internet slang for a cat fart.
In use: “As the big cat settled onto Michael’s lap, a floofair’s hydrogen sulfide presence snaked up his nostrils.”
Isn’t it a good feeling when the writing energy is boiling up in you like a volcano about to lose it, and you finally sit down to write and let it all pour out?
No, it’s not a good feeling, it’s fantastic.
Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.
I have an affinity for songs about rain. While some are happy songs (“Singing in the Rain”), many of them are about depression or mental illness, like “No Rain.” I like this particular song, “Only Happy When It Rains” by Garbage, because of the delivery, but also the statement it makes. This is a sad and bitter person who likes being sad and bitter. Hey, that’s so honest, and is such a mockery of so many other songs about being happy or morose, those, “Oh, what am I going to do?” songs.
It just happens that today is sunny, with hype that it’s going to be warmish and springish. There’s not a sign of rain.
My head is larger
my balls hang lower
my feet are wider
and longer, too
I’m getting shorter
and my hair is thinner,
just giving the next gen something to think about.
Michael Seidel, writer 