Things That Are Awesome, Portion Seventeen.

June 25th, 2025

A year older but not done yet. I’m so sorry. Have something else instead.

-Boats too big to stay upright.

-Firm apples.

-Hidden vaults and ancient crypts going undiscovered and unlootedd because they were built to look very very boring.

-Shark bagel bites.

-When Dougs dig. 

-The pleasantly cool, dry, and quietly strong sensation of a snake wrapping around your arm before it casually slides into your pants pocket to lift your wallet.

-Warm, friendly crabs that will bring you your slippers and the newspaper when instructed, but out of mutual respect and love rather than learned obedience.

-The impossumbilities of marsupial life.

-Carnivorous apes outside the genus Homo.

-Carnivorous apes outside the genus Homo gently tapping on its windows and asking to come in because it’s very cold outside please open the door.

-Curling dervishes. 

-When the moon misses your eye like a big pizza pie.  That’s too close. 

-Terrible, awful, just inexcusably bad comics. 

-Crumpet ramparts

            -And the boiling cauldrons of strawberry jam used to defend their ice’d parapets. 

            -The hot crass buns defending them, not so much. 

-Nodding and saying ‘yeah.’

-Bigny rabbits. 

-Cloning dinosaurs inside-out

-Shaking your head and saying ‘nah.’

-Grand excavations fuelled by petty concerns.

-Noncurrent weather.

-Psychic mollusks that aren’t squids.  Snails, clams, slugs, rudists, anything.  Other cephalopods are probably okay, but don’t push it. 

-Pretty much anything the archosaurs have done.  Even their stuff after the asteroid is good; it just doesn’t get as much attention.

-Fries that have been fried too much for too long and it’s just long enough. 

-Good looks that are dynamited rather than chiseled, to save time for everyone. 

-Big bucks.

            -Either kind, really. 

-Apathetic berserkers who reject

-Anything you can make with a refrigerator box, a dark purple marker, a pair of scissors, and five minutes.

            -I.e., anything.  Everything.    

-Frivolous frippery. 

-Cats that honk. 

-Birds that meow. 

-Dogs that can’t bark.

-Structures and infrastructures primarily comprised of skeletons, exoskeletons, or sheds.  Waste not, want not, stylin’ hot.

-Energy drunks.

-Squirrels that squabble and squarrel over sqilly sqlights.

-Precooked bean bags.  Just slap ‘em in the microwave for a minute thirty of reheating and you’re set.

-Double-barreled sawed-off shucksguns.

-Imagining what the world would be like if the ‘save’ iconography was a different obsolete piece of technology, like a little quill or pen or a wax cylinder from a phonograph or something. 

-The unbearable tedium, drudgery, sorrow, and burden of being a cat in a world that doesn’t appreciate that.

-Mid-handedness.

-That guy you can always blame.

-The fine distinction between matzoh, mochi, and macho. 

-All those colours you can’t see.  They’re pretty neat. 

-Songbirds.

            -But not wrongbirds.  Never, ever wrongbirds.

-Animals talking that you really wouldn’t expect.  Everyone knows the talking parrots; nobody’s too shocked about the talking chimpanzee or whale; nobody expects the talking whitetip reef shark, or isopod, or

-Evil plans driven by cautious, intelligent, well-planned, and

-Any kind of rain that isn’t rain. 

            -Particularly if they overlap with each other.

-The descriptive quality of the word ‘meatball.’

-The diaphanous and flimsy garments known as windmenders.

-Nefarious clutches.

-Blasts.  The flavour kind is good, but others have their place.

-Asking if someone is birbin’ hard or hardly Bourbon.

-The crock pot as an instrument of science.

-The Secrets of the Suburbs.

-The Jewelled Skull of Condominia.

-The Lost Coal Plant.

            -All available for less than $3.00 apiece from Bantam if you mail in this card.

-The immensely deep and unspoken bond now existing between the name ‘Frank’ and a creature formed from surgically assembled human corpses animated by lightning.

-Mild and fleeting, moderate and concerning, and great and terrible dooms.

-Satisfyingly unexpected truths that still disappoint you a little.

-Food that bites back.

-Backs that bite food.

-Popping bubbles.

-Not as good as sealing bubbles though.

-The sensational ism.

-The missing link between lunks and louts.

-Mapping.

-Coffins for the inanimate.

-Juliet and Romeo.  More alphabetically pleasing.

-Dinosaurs in unexpected places.

-Monkey bores.

-They shrink in diameter after the monkeys switch to iron shot from stone; but they remain neat.

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