I Found a Penny Today, So Here's a Thought
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Yes, Google Maps blurred the face of this giant mascot, because giant mascots are entitled to privacy, too.
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Is it just me, or does this dedication page, in a book about an orphan, seem to gloat over the fact that the author is not herself an orphan? From The House of the Red Fox by Miriam Byrne, 1907.
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We encountered a charming wizard's song in "What If a Witch?" by Elaine McQueen (Ethos, 1964).
I came from there
and now I'm here
and tomorrow I'll be
I don't know where ...
I'm a flunk at ghosts
I can't make toasts
and instead of boiling
my cauldron roasts ...
My name is ___,
a wizard by whim.
I spin magic marvels
when daytime grows dim ...
But you're all so friendly
I'll try to be good
and put all my magic
away in the wood.
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The moon is actually …
- an egg that won't hatch for a long time.
- a big TV.
- older than the earth.
- not made of green cheese but rather mozzarella.
- a small planet.
- darker than the sky.
- a hollow alien spaceship.
- smaller than any star.
- a god.
- constructed of styrofoam.
- Hell.
- more strongly bound to the sun than to earth.
- silver.
- an oval.
- falling like a stone.
- a rather poor reflector.
- semi-transparent.
- orbiting within Lucifer’s atmospheric envelope.
- rather pleasant.
- anything but a boring place.
- making our day a little bit longer every thousand years.
- the place of departed spirits.
- a museum world.
[Tidbits gathered through the course of our research. See the remarkable collection, entitled Bullet Lists.]
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Unusual to see a byline shared with elm trees. Yet who better than hedge-row elms to know about the countryside? And Mr. Woodward is aptly named, for whether we head woodward, hillockward, mountainward, rivuletward, or valleyward, we'll undoubtedly learn to enjoy the countryside. From How to Enjoy the Countryside by Marcus Woodward, undated.
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They don't write 'em like Dark Shadows anymore. These three are all from episode 245:
"I guess some of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life have been microscopic views of hideous malignancies."
"It’s the peculiar magnificence of the human spirit that’s required to provide the potential for such corruption."
"After all, blood is the life force. It reaches into the deepest recesses of both the heart and the brain. It is the familiar of our complete being. To surrender even one drop of it is to suggest a partial surrender of one’s utmost self."
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As we've mentioned, the famous six-word story popularly attributed to Hemingway, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn," can't compete with the two-word Southern expression, "Mama tried." Hemingway's is a short story while "Mama tried" is an entire Southern Gothic novel. Pictured: Professor Oddfellow.
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