Here I be. It's me. Squee. I'm known as Andrew, among other names. I'm here just to share thoughts and just have a bit of fun, really. I'm kinda at a loss, what should I say? I'll let my writing speak for itself. Some of it is me controlling the words, bending them to my will, some just completely whatever flies from my fingertips and sometimes it controls me, win lose or draw, it's mine, crappy or not. I have a tendency to make up words, by the way. I'm here to just share ponderings and such. Also to read, I have it on good authority that there are some pretty good authors here.Note on my username, if you're curious: I was listening to a song called Crop Circles when creating my account here and my favourite line is "The crop circles are talking to me (circle something, circle something)" it stuck in my mind and I just had to use it. It raised a smile for me, anyway. Slight note about my writing style: Here is where I'll likely write with the two extremes of my personality. The first being happy things: love, longing, want, crazy, silly ramblings (mostly that). The other is slightly more dark, but surfaces on occasion: fear, loss, desperation. Dark stuff. We all have it and sometimes it just has to have a vessel. Also, I write the way I talk. You'll see stuff that you won't in "classical English", but that's just my voice.
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? <img src="/images/emoticons/help.gif" alt="help"> 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 - sederAlso, 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!
Cripes, Andrew! Deceptively simple doesn't even start to describe it, you cheeky ******* (affectionate term that sounds like "harsted" but deleted because you know I love you).Begin ---> ReignDoes this work and fall under the terms of the game? I changed one letter, switched out the order - that means a letter was left out AND one added.I'm not sure I'm getting this right, mate. <img src="/images/emoticons/eusa_doh.gif" alt="d'oh!"> Nope, I totally got it wrong. Add a letter, or subtract a letter, and mess up the order of same. So an acceptable word would be of six or four letters for the first response. Right?<img src="/images/emoticons/help.gif" alt="help"> So, however you do it, the gist is basically to make an anagram with an extra letter in the word, or a letter taken away from the word. You can anagram then add/subtract, or subtract/add then anagram, whichever works, really. Oops, gusss I should play, too!Ingrown > Rowing.
Snackin' like it's going outta fashion, I've got a smile, it's flashing. I'm happy as fuck, hear me play with my rubber duck! I got hit by a truck! Still snackin', just through a tube, at this rate, I'll lose the moobs. When I make a recovery, I'm gonna grab some boobs! ...
Added 14 Dec 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 188 | 3 Comments
Four hundred and twenty potatoes. A client asked me to take a picture of that on my Exacta 66 camera. I contemplated as I sipped my dirty martini. I do get a lot of absurd requests, but this takes the cake. Speaking of cake, let’s get baked. I forgot what I was going to say now. Whatever, just saying... ...
Added 07 Oct 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 243 | 10 Comments
Pain, pain, go away, Fuck me up never a day. An hour or more is all I ask, Is that really such a task? I wear a mask of brave facedness, But inside, my lies are bare faced. Nobody sees because I hide, For what else do I do, lest I slide? So, here I go, it's a difficult time, Where is the reason, where is the rhyme? It'll fade, given time. But when in time, will my mind be mine? If my...
Added 10 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 261 | 3 Comments
There's a house at the top of the hill. Haunted, of course. It doesn't want to kill, or even chill. Benevolent, of course. It used to be a mill. Abandoned, of course. They made twill. Aeons ago, of course. Now the house sits lonely and old. Awaiting its new masters. It's earned a reputation, ill-begotten. The house, alive, just wants company. It remembers, you see, it's...
Added 05 Dec 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 315 | 3 Comments
I’m not entirely sure I like you. Everything here is too bright and too dark. It’s a fucking paradox and it doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t even make paradoxical sense. Like, why am I sitting here typing this? My hands are betraying me. The wind is harsh, yet comforting. Why’m I even drunk? Am I sober? Do I exist? Ugh, questions! Like, I could just write this out like some...
Added 10 Sep 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 357 | 2 Comments
The ideas are here, but so’s the pain, it’s making me feel rather wan. It’s not a perfect rhyme, but give me time. Why do poems have to rhyme? A poem doesn’t have to rhyme, just as long as it makes the reader spend time. Time is great, but waste it not. Rather, make haste, and buy a yacht. I’ve no idea where I’m going with this, my hands are fucked, my brain is worse. Why the fuck do I...
Added 28 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 361 | 2 Comments
I want to take a walk through an enchanted forest. Feel the dew drops at my fingers. Sink deep into a magickal cavern. Get lost in the scents and taste the rain. In my magickal daydream, the forest welcomes me. I climb to the highest heights and take a ride. My senses awaken and the forest sighs. A blissful feeling, the forest emits. I can't help but smile. The forest is my happy...
Added 17 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 421 | 1 Comment
I met a crocodile with a smile as wide as a mile. Said I to the crocodile "what are you doing with that mile-smile?" Said he to me "I've just had a tasty tourist!" He looked at me with eyes of wist, "are you a yummy snack?" I looked him back "no, Sir Croc, I'm full of grist!" His eyes of wist, 'came full of mist "I need my dessert!" I smiled at him "how about that woman there? She's...
Added 06 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 370 | 4 Comments
As most of you know, I am a man. I wear nail polish and have my hair long. I occasionally wear makeup and crossdress a little bit. As traditional gender roles go, I’ve eschewed most of them. I don’t see the point of them. When I was wee, I’d play with cars, Meccano, LEGO, dolls and anything else I wanted to because I wanted to. I wasn’t limited in what I was allowed to play with, except that...
Added 14 Oct 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 539 | 7 Comments
I love boobs. They’re fun to play with, feel, suck and look at. Boobs are great fun. That’s not where my love of them stops, though. My point of view about breasts is controversial, though it really shouldn’t be. They serve a biological function. Let’s forget all about the fact that they’re sexy and fun to look at and play with. The fact is, their primary purpose is for feeding babies....
Added 29 Sep 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 557 | 11 Comments
Hello, I'm new here. I am better than you. I'm smarter and kindlier — Cleverer too! You're stupid - you're snooty - You're unworthy of my precious time. As for me, it's plain to see: I'm magnificent and sublime! While I am Secretariat, Or perhaps Seattle Slew, The rest of you, a sorry lot, Are destined to become glue. This may seem rather blunt, But that's just how I am. If...
Added 10 Jul 2011 | Category Poetry | Votes 79 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,663 | 23 Comments
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