The doorbell was ringing. Again. Norville Rogers walked from his study in the back of the house around the left staircase, across the parquet floor, past the marble Venus to the front door. He stood there a moment as the bell continued ringing. He took a deep breath, blew it out, and finally answered the […]
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Faith, Books, and Stuff
It’s that time of year again! The time of year when kind, considerate people ask of me a list of things I would like for Christmas, I pretend not to want anything and refuse to cooperate, and Heather jabs me with a pointed stick until I give. Stop it! I’m trying to typksnndstf! Seriously, I […]
“These turtles are slow.”
In a previous post about a dream I had involving life-changing prime numbers, I asked (jokingly) what prime number changed your life. I actually received a reply: “The number 17. First, I met my husband for the first time the day before I turned 17 and second, I was married on the 17th of December.”
n. British slang for either a fish and chip shop, a carpenter, or a prostitute.
It was an odd question to be sure, even more so because I am not employed in the arithmetic industry nor am I a math nerd. Also, this was a dream. I remember years ago watching an episode of Batman: The Animated Series. They said that you couldn’t read in your dreams, but I found […]
n. That miserable feeling you have November 1 from eating too much candy the night before.
“She did a summer at Oxford. In England!”
n., a vacation during which you just stay home, either by choice or dictated by finances. Speaking of which, I’m on it for the next two weeks! See ya.
WOMAN1: Why don’t you use mascara? WOMAN2: Because I poke myself in the eye.