CRAIG CONLEY (Prof. Oddfellow) is recognized by Encarta as “America’s most creative and diligent scholar of letters, words and punctuation.” He has been called a “language fanatic” by Page Six gossip columnist Cindy Adams, a “cult hero” by Publisher’s Weekly, a “monk for the modern age” by George Parker, and “a true Renaissance man of the modern era, diving headfirst into comprehensive, open-minded study of realms obscured or merely obscure” by Clint Marsh. An eccentric scholar, Conley’s ideas are often decades ahead of their time. He invented the concept of the “virtual pet” in 1980, fifteen years before the debut of the popular “Tamagotchi” in Japan. His virtual pet, actually a rare flower, still thrives and has reached an incomprehensible size. Conley’s website is OneLetterWords.com.
If Wordsworth had said this to me, I'd have invited him to absent himself from my presence (using only words from The Dictionary of Ugly Words) so that my reading could continue undisturbed and my growth continue to double. From Mary Washington's 1916 yearbook.
As you see, one of these books is from the mirror world. There's an easy way to determine which world you are in: look at the cover of the book you're reading; in the mirror world, the author's name is less important than the title.
Not very good news: though infinite, God only thinks 101 amazing things about you. In the context of boundlessness, your worthiness of being thought about doesn't chart. From 101 Amazing Things God Thinks About You.
Here's a good exit line, from Dark Shadows episode 801. "Perhaps I'll be back in a little while; then I'll undo some of the mischief I shall be blamed for."
Today they are derided, but here's a tin-foil hat as part of a fashion ensemble. From "The Daze of Ancient Rome" by Paul Sillivan, in Duquesne Monthly, 1922.
What did I expect the front page story to be, when it's from the home of mesh bags? A rather fetishistic tribute to the fascinating gleaming silken texture of mesh bags. From Wadco News, 1922.
Yeah, we've had that meal ... only they never did bring any of those little moist finger towels, and we were like, WTF? From The Unicorn Window by Lynette Muir and illustrated by Pauline Baynes.