If a word or phrase can be isolated as a manifestation of the internet era, I simply ignore it. And I never use it.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
Todd is being “welcomed” by Windows, and he has an unfortunate tendency to get a bit misty at such moments.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
Job: an activity that can be audited by a manager.
Clive Morrow, A Crustacean’s Dictionary.
Can you find anything in your surroundings at this moment that is neither an image nor the result of an image? If so, you are probably not in a city.
Tristram Speaker, A Book of Postulates.
“I’ll never forget this for the rest of my life,” the on-site reporter declared. “I’ll never forget anything for the rest of my life,” thought I.
Carson Drew, The Case of the Purloined Tiger.
“They look better as ruins,” insisted Dr. Talbot. “We would never come to appreciate them if they had survived intact.”
Hollis Beddoes, Counting the Magpies.
“Of the two, opportunity is the only objective—or verifiable—matter. Motive is often absurdly subjective….”
Allison Cowling, Night of the Detective.
In the card games, I am usually quick to fold, so I can sit back and watch the others. I mean watch their idiosyncrasies on display. What I think of as their “nonsense”.
Roger Boylan, ed., The Diary of Darius William Dunne.
“I’m telling you Angie, if that is poetry I will swallow a sock. Right now. But you say that Dylan calls it poetry. Well okay then, I suppose it must be so. After all, who could possibly know better than that little weasel?”
Angela Unseld, ed., Letters from Uncle Hal.
The Ledger of Wheel and Woe.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
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