Winter sucks. There's another wannabe snowfall brewing outside, though I guarantee the resulting slush will all be melted and drained off to Lord-knows-where by mid-afternoon tomorrow.
Seems like the climactic, climatic [or is it apocalyptic?] predictions of 'The Day After Tomorrow,' the movie, might hold some water after all. I mean, how can it be a spring-like 65 degrees Fahrenheit here Monday, smack in mid-winter, and at the same time have arctic-like temperatures in Afghanistan, then back to frigid & blustery here today? It's the end of the world as we know it, methinks.
Thank God for funny people:
Recently, I've had someone boldly proclaim that, and I quote, 'they could have me if they wanted me.' Wow. Hope she manages to stoke into life some flames that can thaw this icebox that used to be my heart. And yes, that's a challenge, sparky.
Or how about 'Geisha?' She had me LMAO while at some intersection waiting for green, other drivers glancing over at me like I was crazy, talking about:
This is your shawty, tenderoni,
your booty call when you're horny.
Not only was that delivered with no hesitation, but it was completely unrehearsed. Made it all the funnier.
Dean Koontz is sick-with-it when it comes to imagery. Not only does he have the ill grammar, but he's so descriptive it's ridiculous. His sentences are quite complex too.
For instance, here's an excerpt from one of his books, 'Fear Nothing,' below. And no, the book's more about the 'intellectually enlightened' rather than the creepy. [I don't do creepy. Let's just say I have an over-active imagination.]
He has a way of getting one shook throughout the book, then helping rationalize everything at the near-end. Infuriating, yes, but very slick. Keeps one interested.
But anyway, here's the excerpt:
I would not have been surprised to see an alabaster corpse silently risen from its steel sarcophagus, standing before me, face greasy with death and glimmering in the butane lambency, eyes wide but blind, mouth working to impart secrets but producing not even a whisper. No cadaver confronted me, but serpents of light and shadow slipped from the fluttering flame and purled across the steel panels, imparting an illusion of movement to the drawers, so that each receptacle appeared to be inching outward.
Dude's wicked. I dare you - try one of his books out, if you haven't already.
"Huh? What? Oh, you miss me? Yeah, I've been thinking about you too baby, all day long. Come to mama? Oh yeah, i'mma do that right now. Wait- let me strip down to my boxers, slip some socks on and I'll be right there in a quick minute. Can't wait to slide in between your sheets, savor your inextinguishable warmth."
Oh, I'm sorry - that was a convo between my bed and I. Gotta go.