hyperbility
For some reason this word made me think of Hobbits, specifically of Martin Freeman as Bilbo Baggins in Bagend with a bunch of dwarves singing (which is the best part of the commercial so I guess I can deal with that). Maybe I should examine my love of LOTR+Hobbit. Or maybe this is a result of my love of Sherlock. . .
From a distance they looked like pock marks in the green grass, mimicking the texture of the moon's surface. When they got closer, however, they could look down into the pits--as deep as a man was tall--and see the lost things. Shoes and belt buckles, kitchen knives and milk saucers glimmered dully under the moonlight. There was even a baby bat who fluttered up into the sky as they passed.
When it rains it pours. It pours out the sky and the sharp little stars and the cold moonlight. And then it pours out the smothering clouds and angry sun. Right on your head.
In the romantic, old-fashioned novels there was always sweet smelling straw. It gave comfort from the rain and offered shelter to wandering lovers. Ava had tried laying in the straw in the barn once and imagined that the Scribner's stable boy was laying next to her. But the straw smelled like cows and the animals looked at her curiously. The straw stabbed at her and stuck into her sweater like porcupine quills. She never tried it again. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing. There was nothing like romantic, old-fashioned straw in the real world.
I'll make this brief: A briefcase holds briefs for lawyers who wear briefs under their suits.
I'm reading The Ultimate Unofficial Guide to the Mysteries of Harry Potter (Analysis of Books 1-4) and there is some interesting discussion of switching spells. Unfortunately, as this Guide was written and published before The Order of the Phoenix came out, some of their guesses about plot-clues and switching spells are, as is to be expected, totally wrong. But it's an interesting read anyway (I recommend it to all literary HP nerds).
This is why I stopped using this site for seven months. Every time I logged on I got weird words that I didn't really associate with anything in particular and spent the first half of my precious minute trying to figure out a creative way to use it anyway. Aw, racket! Time's up.
Humans are animals too. Some build nests. They fly away and come back and snuggle up at night. Some build burrows and sleep in great piles surrounded by others' breathing. I sleep in my own cave. And when the sun tried to come inside I roar at it to go away.
Internet chat has ruined communication. It's so easy to conceal things when you have time to plan your entire response, not to mention decide how you're going to spell each word and whether or not you will use emoticons. And it's so easy to be misunderstood no matter how carefully you plan.
I've always wanted to touch a jellyfish, but I'm really nervous around things that shock you. Once I touched some wiring behind a lightswitch and felt the charge up my whole arm. Plus most of the jellyfish I've seen are kept behind touch-proof, bulletproof, tank-proof, jackhammer-proof glass. And are even more dangerous than the garden--or tide pool?--variety jellyfish.
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