Does a Siamese cat have 18 lives?
‘Arriving into’. Surely one arrives in, even if one is a train. Grrr!
Oh yeah, and ‘Yield up’. I can understand yielding something, but yielding it up? Is the ‘up’ not superflous to the statement?
…is what I’m lacking right about now. I suppose being stuck in a tiny office drinking microwave reheated tea can’t help all that much. Maybe I need a muse, somebody to throw me ideas to work off. I’m a reactive sort of person I guess. Muse applicants can apply here. Don’t all get piling in at once.
Here’s an angle. Perhaps I could start blogging about the blog. Or more specifically, suffering a kind of creative cramp while trying to craft original comedy stylings for said blog. I guess that’s already been done ten-thousand times, but still, it’s something.
No, no, it’s actually nothing.
This is my Angle, this is my blog.
There are many blogs like it, but this one is mine.
Without me, my blog is nothing.
Without my blog, I am nothing…
No, no. That’s not right. I have a life. I have a life! Stop laughing!
His name is Twister.
To the best of my knowledge he has only ever farted once. Rest assured, it was a whopper!