The sun sets on another day…
The wind was brutal and I expected a storm to roll in, instead the sky stayed clear and I enjoyed the evening even as it took away the light and created darkness. It wasn’t so bad, the beauty was there for a moment and sometimes that’s all we need.
A long time ago I read a book called, “The Emperor of the Last Days”. It was a fun little romp into science fiction where computer found sentience and made a friend with a young man who just wanted to make a difference. If Hollywood wanted something new and exciting that wasn’t touched upon by tons of people, this would be a book that would do that. The book took an interesting turn simply because the language, though understandable, eliminated harsh curse words and the like but replaced them with words that had no meaning in our language and were instantly recognizable as harsh cursed words and the like. What a novel idea.
Sometimes we all struggle with what to say and when you kick the side of the bed in the middle of the night call mom screaming sugar at the top of your lungs just doesn’t feel as satisfying as some of the other things that could be screamed. I get it. Screaming “Shibubu” or something similar and give you a little bit more excitement because at least you would know that you meant it to mean something else and weren’t replacing it with a word that doesn’t mean exactly what you’re feeling. It sounds good, and Many authors would be proud of the creative use of language. Sounds fun to me.
For now I hope you have a splemioda day and a flestigous night, and along the way don’t yell flggy at the migies. Or something like that. Just enjoy it all.
So as the sun sets on another day, I’m going through my books and trying to make them look better. I’ll never have the bookshelves that we see on so many be crazed readers where the colors match perfectly and by some miracle all the books that are ordered are defined by a particular color scheme. Many of my books are much older than that and some of them older still. Not that it matters, because as i go through the books and remember all the words as i touch them and put them away, I can only be happy that my imagination continues to be fantastic all the time, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and don’t pet the slythy tothes…