My personal spam minx is only a few short compliments away from coaxing me into approving her comments. “I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is” now officially ranks as my go-to commendation in any and all situations. Engaged? I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is. Having a baby? I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is. Bereaving the death of a loved one? I congratulate, it seems remarkable idea to me is. There is no end to the uses I have for this comment.
I have nothing of particular note to say, so have a piece of an idea I was working on the other day:
“What did you do?”
“I humiliated my CO in front of a superior. He blamed me for this assignment. Thought it was my fault he was passed over for promotion.”
Sanderson gave him a look. “Was it?”
Barnaby snorted, more disdainful than amused. “You don’t need to scuttle a sinking ship.”
“But you did scuttle it,” Sanderson clarified, grin starting to form around his mouth.
Barnaby coughed, trying to look less pleased with himself. “I did at that.”
I say “the other day” but that actually translates to “a couple months ago.” I should probably work on my focus.
Speaking of which, I’m not sure if I’m productive or lazy. A new poem, “Color this Land,” is the juxtaposition of trying to be both simultaneously.
What’s more impressive is that the poem was so powerful it created its own tab on the top! 😛
At least it wasn’t the stickman breaking out!
HEYO! The fix is in. The stickman is back in his cage.