Like nothing is real,
but he's starting to feel,
is he lost, or is he about to heal?
Only time will tell,
but I can say one thing:
His shell is not empty.

Sorry, Andrew, I'm not good at crosswords unless they are really, really uncomplicated.

But could you also specify the word count for the answer, cus in a crossword, you usually know that much, and it might be helpful.

Actually, I totally forgot about that part. Silly me!

Okay, so I'm trying to make this simple as possible, since the las thread I started was a bit convoluted. Well, the premise is simple: Describe a word with accurate, but misleading clues, just as a crossword might incuding letter count, the next person guesses it, then poses their own word description. I'll start:

An instrument; typically with four strings, garners a lot of puns, basically.

Me: I'm having a great day, apart from Newpussycat.
Friend: What's Newpussycat?
Me: Whoaah Whoaah Whooaaah!

Word: Booze.

Meaning: An alcoholic drink, or to drink alcohol, especially in large quantities.

Reason: Because that's what today shall be filled with!

Usually, autumn is my favourite, but this year, it isn't, because it isn't showing up yet. Months of drought and a seemingly endless heat wave have still not abated.

Autumn, where are you?

I feel ya. Our autumn seems to be somewhat on hold, too; trees are changing colour, true, but the weather just isn't autumnal at all. It's supposed to pretty much skip autumn this year and go straight to winter. No thanks! Winter used to be my favourite season, but recently I've started appreciating the melancholic beauty of autumn. I like the transition and the fact that in autumn, my sinuses don't bother me as much as summer or winter. Damn, I don't half ramble.

Ormolu - noun



That is quite some word. I like it a lot, and until now hadn't heard of it.

My word is going to be: Potentiometer. An electronic device used to control the value of a circuit, most commonly used as a volume contrl. In thje giutar community, it's often shortened to "pot", but the full word "potentiometer" has a nice roundness to it. Po-ten-shee-omm-et-er.

Steed - Seed

Seed - seder

Also, friendly note, could you let other people have a chance to play, instead of whacking four or five posts out to yourself?

Pushed - Spued.

Safe on their next vacation,
or were they?
It was a staycation,
which didn't hold much elation,
for no matter where they go,
they just ain't safe.

Take the last vacation:
They fell off a cliff!
Before that, they entered Satan's bunghole
(that was a whiff!)
Never safe, they took the staycation,
at leas if they got killed at the station,
their funerals would be in the same country.
Unless they got sliced and diced...
...Oh, Christ!
And that's the end of the unlucky bunch!

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