I've decided that I'm going to start writing on Tuesdays, unleash my creative juices into this blog. That sounds weird doesn't it? I won't release juices. How about we say, rather, that I'm opening my palms, letting the creative meat flow from my fingers, onto the keyboard, and into this space. Okay, I'll work on metaphors...see why I need to start writing regularly again? Juice and meat metaphors.
What do I call this special, weird Tuesday? Tantalizing, twisted, tactual, telling, teeming...tilapia? I can't think of anything not stupid.
Tentative Tuesday.
Terminal Tuesday. No.
Textual Tuesday? That's dumb.
It could be Tipsy Tuesday.
Tolerable Tuesday.
What would happen if we named it Pterodactyl Tuesday...because, did you know? That word is derived from the Greek word "teron," which means "wing" and "daktylos" which refers to the way the wing is supported by a large finger. Yeah that's awkward, maybe, but it makes me think of how my fingers have wings when I'm writing all this junk. And, since I rarely make complete sense of these definition-blogs, it's okay that the P conflicts with the T in the alliteration. If you have other suggestions, I'm open to them.
This comic is from Drew over at Left-Handed Toons
Blink 182
You blinked at me 182 times
I counted, because that's what
I learned to do at some point
count actions, count joints
You looked at my lips 17 times
when we were at the dive bar
and you ordered only whiskey
then you just melted into me
You said sorry for doing that
But you probably weren't
I said it was fine, it's okay
since that's just what I say
Then came the 182nd blink
and the room ripped open
me one way, you the other
your drink-mix, your lover
Though I like your beard
your hard liquor knowledge
I can't stand those eye cows,
your Travis Barker eyebrows.
(Sorry, Travis). I guess we'll see if this Tuesday routine will actually work, but you can hold me to it. It's always nice to write with you. Happy Tuesday, goofs.
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