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That's right! How often have you thought when reading this page with entries about butterflies, house pets and the blogger's tedious reflections on dirt road life "I wish I could leave a comment, but I have nothing to contribute about blackberries or software, garden weeds or newts."
Be honest. It happens more times than you probably realize.
So, this post is for you. Comments need not bear on anything ever said on this Meander Through the Mundane that is Fragments. Speak out! (Honestly: I will need something to read from the computers at the Jesse Peterman Library in Floyd this morning as I browse the stacks, snooze and people-watch while Leo figures out why my truck keeps stalling and the A/C blows hot air.)
Wide open. Go for broke. Knock yourselves out. Entertain me. Feed me grapes. I gotta go.
Comments
Now you've got me stumped. With no suggested subject matter, I can't think of a thing to say. I remember this happening only once before, back during the Korean War...no, maybe it was in the late '50s...no, it was during the Korean War. Anyway, I was just sitting at the kitchen table thinking about nothing really, and Mama, who was at the stove cooking up a mess of collards, looked around and said, "What's the matter? Cat gotcha tongue?" We both started laughing so hard I thought we'd die, she's so funny, you know, but soon we noticed her dress was on fire. She was in the hospital four or five weeks. I went to see her one time and took her a Captain Marvel funny book.
Posted by: Reno | July 21, 2004 9:32 AM
Well this just proves my theory. Had not this empty post and this empty comment box provided the opportunity, we'd never have known momma liked Captain Marvel. Small world, are it? 'course, I was thinking we was gonna hear more about the collards...you know, fatback, lard, with/without vinegar in the potliquor...that sort of fascinating detail. Maybe next time?
Posted by: fred1st | July 21, 2004 9:45 AM
I have recently found that I cannot seem to get the word "molybdenum" out of my head. It lurks there, like a belch waiting to happen. Or like those giant bubbles that come bursting out of goldfish all of a sudden as they're just swimming around. I've become worried that perhaps I will soon, uncontrollably, begin blurting out "molybdenum" for no good reason at inopportune and embarrassing moments. MOLYBDENUM! See? There, it just happened!
Posted by: Artichoke Heart | July 21, 2004 11:50 AM
"Everybody wants to be fed grapes; nobody wants to pick 'em."
How's that for spontaneous wisdom?
Posted by: Trey | July 21, 2004 3:07 PM
Free associating on grapes: if you get some grapes, and get tired of just eating them plain, here's an idea. Stir them into yogurt flavored with honey and Drambuie, chill, and you have a nice summer treat. Great dessert after you finish your collards!
Posted by: Mrs. Random | July 22, 2004 5:46 PM
Free associating on the grape dessert after collards - one might experience the molybdenum effect!
Posted by: Jack Frost | July 22, 2004 7:28 PM
I can't post a comment!
Posted by: Da Goddess | July 22, 2004 11:56 PM
Okay, I lied. I just couldn't post one on your butterfly post...
And the answer to that question (how many pictures of butterflies are enough?).... Four Hundred and Twenty Seven. Because, apparently, numbers are naughty.
Posted by: Da Goddess | July 22, 2004 11:58 PM