Socks Not the cat.... You know this, already. No cats allowed at SloWord. This one is dedicated to actual socks, the things you wear on your feet. Like this one. Contrary to what you may be thinking, I am perfectly sane. Socks are mysterious creatures. They are prone to a half-life without the…
Since I hear no clamor from publishers wanting to publish anything written by me, I have decided to publish my "poetry" here. I suspect it will make them look quite silly. That is, if this blog is on their reading list. Most of these lines appeared as throwaways on assorted Facebook groups. When…
Ok, I think this blog could do with a bump in readership. Now food, recipes and kitty cats improve the stats but I don't like cats (What? You had no idea? Hmmm ... you must be new around here.) So here are some simple recipes. I cannot promise you that these sandwiches are…
He’s a good friend to me, he is. Wherever I go he goes before me. In a public urinal when I go to piss He alerts me to dally not, but pee quickly and get the hell out. He has not gracefully aged Grown a forest, wooded and mossy. Discharged fluids so far…
This is the first ever award I've ever handed out. It goes out to the reader who has left the most comments on this here blog, SloWord, since it's birth 3 years ago. This soon to be prestigious award will be handed out at random intervals, but always based on solid data. Our…
This is the 200th post on SloWord and yes, I’ve inflicted your timelines, your readers, your email inboxes 199 times already. Luckily, you’ve managed to ignore me successfully 199 times. Good for you! Now, however, this here 200th post is upon you. You can ignore it too. I mean, why spoil a perfect record of absenteeism? Wordpress also reports that this blog has been in existence for 3 years this month. So that’s another reason to mark this out as something special.
When I started blogging in earnest it was for a very particular reason. (more…)
August is almost upon us. August brings with it the day the body that owns the authors on this blog was born. Yessirreee, The SloMan, The LastWord, LeggieLefty and the PeevedPunjabi were born in August. In order to celebrate, I am offering you an easy way to wish me well.
Instead of me writing a self-congratulatory birthday post, as I usually do, I am (more…)
Since that day, 5 years ago, The SloMan has seen much activity. Over 2 years ago, he merged (more…)
Introduction This is the story of a peeper, a peeping tom who chose us as a subject of study. Read on! A small ground floor flat (apartment, if American) is what we loved in and lived in. As a newly married couple in our mid-twenties, we both worked for "computer companies" where we…