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For Your Next Murder Mystery . . . July 7, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Books & Movies, Nature, Word Play, Writing & Writers.
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I don’t know about you, but I appreciate it when Agatha Christie wannabes write outside the box.

Instead of relying on mundane methods of murder to kill off “the surplus population,” creative writers explore alternative murder weapons.

If you are looking for a bit of inspiration for your next murder mystery, Britannica.com has got you covered:

7 of the World’s Deadliest Plants

Step away from that knife.  Put down that gun.  And wander out to the garden.

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

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“All In” April 27, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, People, Word Play.
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Have you been watching James Holzhauer as he wows audiences on Jeopardy?

He’s got a photographic memory AND he’s a professional sports gambler who quick with the clicker ~> a lethal combination, especially when combined with his killer smile!

And he’s fearless!

When he lands on a Double Jeopardy, he calmly pushes it “All In” . . . doubling his score.

After 17 appearances, James has won $1,275,587 and he’s still going strong.

To put his performance in context, Ken Jennings won $2.5 million in regular games back in 2004 ~ but it took him 75 games to get there.

Before James, the single highest one day win totaled $77,000.

James has surpassed that record . . . 8 times!

His highest one day total to date ~ $131,127.

Aah . . . that’s amazing!

Six Little Stories April 21, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Life Balance, People, Word Play.
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Goofy-Under-An-Umbrella{1} Once all villagers decided to pray for rain.

On the day of prayer all the people gathered, but only one boy came with an umbrella.

That’s FAITH

{2} When you throw a baby in the air, she laughs because she knows you will catch her.

That’s TRUST

Goofy-Riding-A-Bike{3} Every night we go to bed, without any assurance of being alive the next morning but still we set the alarms to wake up.

That’s HOPE

(4) We plan big things for tomorrow in spite of zero knowledge of the future.

That’s CONFIDENCE

(5) We see the world suffering, but still we get married and have children.

That’s LOVE

grumpy_thinking{6} An old man’s shirt reads: “I am not 80 years old . . . I am sweet 16 with 64 years experience.”

That’s ATTITUDE

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  E-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)

A Quick Quiz March 9, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Mindfulness, Word Play.
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What iconic landmark springs to mind when someone says:

“Architecturally and culturally speaking, it’s Miami’s Eiffel Tower.”

C’mon.  Give it a go!

What world famous building or structure is worthy to be referred to as “Miami’s Eiffel Tower”?

It’s famous.
World famous.

It’s iconic.
It’s a landmark.

It’s located in Miami.

C’mon.
This should be the easiest quiz ever!

Then again, maybe, just maybe, the description threw you off.

Maybe the structure in question is NONE of those things.

Here it is . . .

aerial view of Miami Marine Stadium

Do you recognize it?

Would you describe it by saying:

“Architecturally and culturally speaking, it’s Miami’s Eiffel Tower.”

No?
Neither would I.

Maybe the inflated description used by the National Trust for Historic Preservation to describe Miami’s Marine Stadium is just ridiculous hyperbole used in an attempt to elevate the mundane to the magical.

Why do people use such ridiculous hyperbole?

To gain airspace?
To get people to tune in and listen?

To raise money for “good causes”?
To assuage low self-esteem?

More to the point ~> how can we make them stop?

I know!  Maybe we need to get better at tuning them out.

Mais oui!
Exactement!

Aah . . . that’s better!

Related:  Miami Marine Stadium’s History and Planned Restoration

Three Zebras and an Ass February 21, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Humor, Mindfulness, Word Play.
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IMGP2754bThree zebras wandered a dirt road enjoying the day, convivial conversation alternating with companionable silence.

An enormous ass ambled over to them and began to bray.  Loudly.

The ass, delighted to have an audience for his grievances, complained about the weather, the surface of the road, the cost of carrots, his mother-in-law’s tongue, the state of the barn . . .

As the ass dumped his ponderous pile of dung at the zebras’ hooves, the zebras did their best to cheer him up.

To no avail.

No matter what the zebras said, the ass insisted that HIS view of the world was the right view of the world.

Zion smiled, “At times, we must choose between being right and being happy.”

“Poppycock!  I’m happy BECAUSE I’m right!  It just annoys me when people are rude and don’t apologize for being boorish.  Why just the other day . . .  ”

With that, the ass launched another stale tale.

Ziggy grinned, “We see the world behind our eyes.”

The ass snorted, “What utter nonsense!  I see things exactly as they are.”

Zodiac pricked up his ears, “I expect you’re right . . . most asses do see things exactly as they are.”

Satisfied, the ass ambled off in search of another audience.  As soon as he was out of sight, the zebras burst into fits of convulsive laughter.

“What an ass!”

zebras

Aah . . . that’s better!

Foxes With Sockses January 27, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Word Play, Writing & Writers.
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Learning the English language is challenging.  It is filled with pitfalls and minefields that constantly keep us on our toes . . . whether or not we are hanging around with a Fox wearing Socks or a Cat in the Hat.

The following poem is not my original work, but it’s too cute not to share . . .

OK, class, let’s Start:

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.

“No wonder Dr. Seuss always had such FUN!”
Said the Cat in the Hat to Thing 2 and Thing 1.

Aah . . . that’s better!

An extended version: The English Lesson, by Richard Krogh

The Best Teachers November 15, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Less IS More, People, Word Play.
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Aah . . . that’s better!

Great Hurdling Hurricanes! September 13, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Nature, Word Play.
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Hurricanes are no laughing matter.

Florence is packing a punch as she heads for the mid-Atlantic coast.

North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Maryland, Virginia, and DC are bracing for her arrival.  Each has declared a state of emergency.

Thousands are fleeing the coastline for higher ground.  People are boarding up homes and stocking supplies.

Etc.

Having gone through an evacuation last fall due to Hurricane Irma, I sense the increasing stress and tension as we watch and wait for landfall.

Although hurricanes are no laughing matter, the following image of Florence’s approach amused me, providing me with some much needed stress relief:

As Hurricane Florence hurdled towards the East Coast, its final destination remains uncertain, but North Carolinians who appear to be in the storm’s path were taking few chances.

Hurdle ~ to leap over a barrier or obstacle in a race

Hurtle ~ to move rapidly or forcefully

Since Florence is NOT a track star, I expect the journalist meant to say “As Hurricane Florence hurtles towards the East Coast . . .”

Then, again, maybe she knew we all needed a good laugh.

Aah . . . that’s better! 

Fiction Prompt from Poets & Writers September 7, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Word Play, Writing & Writers.
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I received this Fiction Prompt from Poets & Writers today and found it intriguing:

What kind of story would you write for someone reading it one hundred years from now?

For Scottish artist Katie Paterson’s Future Library project, which started in 2014, she has commissioned Margaret Atwood, David Mitchell, Elif Shafak, Sjón, and Han Kang to write manuscripts that will remain unread in storage in an Oslo library until 2114. The texts will then be printed on paper made from one thousand trees planted in a Norwegian forest when the project began.

Write a short story with the notion that it won’t be read for one hundred years. While imagining a future generation of readers, explore themes involving time, eternity, and mortality.

Do you think that the participating writers will all abide by the “rules” . . . allowing their words to remain unread for 100 years?

Or will most/all of them keep a copy available to share with chosen readers before the designated date?

Aah . . . that’s better!

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream July 9, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Health & Wellness, People, Word Play.
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“Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.”

~ William C. Dement

That’ll give you something to ponder as you nod off tonight.

Aah . . . that’s better!