My interview

The good folks at Pens, Paws and Claws decided they should run an interview. They scouted around for a suitable candidate and, lo and behold, they found me! Thus, hence, ergo, therefore and so, my answers to the questions they posed now appear on the blog - Pens, Paws and Claws. I must say this was quite an experience. I've never been interviewed before. Other than about 8 million job interviews, 7.995 million of which I successfully…

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The SloWord Interview

Well, it's new. This blog has moved here to its permanent residence, after nearly ten years of living under a temporary shelter. Vee hopes you are loving ze purple tinge!! To celebrate and implement this change we took SloWord aside and gave him ( them? ) the fifth degree. Yes, the fifth degree is considerably more complex than the third degree. The third degree simply involves lighted matches under the toes. The fifth degree involves much more.…

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A Couple of Choices – Free Sample

As you know, by now, I wrote a book. Which isn't quite the same thing as "I had okra masala for lunch". Nothing is! It is, however, quite an achievement of sorts, I'm told. In any case, it's there on Amazon to be admired, mocked, bought, read and otherwise digested. So far, the reviews have been positive. In my helpful way, I provide a sample. I like the style of narration - a play format. No over-boarding…

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A Couple of Choices

I'm still here. Been busy as a bee. And I need your help. But before we get to that... we have to digress a bit. <Digression Alert: But why are bees always represented as being busy? Why not busy as an ant? Have you ever seen an ant lying around goofing off? No, right? But bees get all the credit for being busy, when, in fact, all they do is buzz around, pollinating flowers. Well, I guess…

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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 means of radioactivity. They are excellent at camouflage, merging into the texture of life without any provocation. And they do that with only half of…

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An Anthology of Personal Poetry

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 you read them you will know why they were thrown away. Don't say I didn't warn you. "Oh Alright," you say, "Let me read…

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Zero to Six in Five and a Bit Minutes.

You already know that I was born. "Well, duh!", you say, "how else would you be writing this rubbish?" Yes, your head is screwed on right and all those wires and things are mostly connected right. However, the mere fact that you're still continuing to read this means that all is not well. I mean, come on, would any right thinking person actually read this? They would? You insist you're completely sane and normal? Well, you'd say…

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A Post About ME

I started off by writing a major told-you-so post about #Trump and #Elections2016. Wanna read what I wrote? Head over to the bottom of this post. I'll put it there in italics. Not that it matters. We can only look ahead now. No use, as no one in my family used to say, whining because there's only soup and cheese toast for dinner. No let's talk about something interesting. Me. I mean what could be more interesting…

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The Second Annual Birthmonth Festival

As you may remember, most of you very carefully and diligently ignored the First Annual Birthmonth Festival. Now here is your chance to do so again. Yes, there is a difference. The last time around your indifference lasted a whole month. This time around, given that the world's collective attention span is shorter than Trump's fingers, I've decided that you get a week ( or 3 - well, maybe 4 ) to celebrate this August moment. August, the…

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Little Red Writer – 1

One day, Little Red Writer decided to write poetry. Now, poetry is very hard to do. Little Red Writer was little and unschooled. He had some words in his bag and he wanted to show his words to his granny, Facebook. Little Red Writer knew that poetry has rules. These are to be followed and sometimes broken. LRW, as he was called by his dog, knew just enough rules to think he could hack it. LRW knew that poetry…

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