Dancing with Words

The Hee-hee Dictionary

Liberty Fleurjibberty would like you to take a peek at the words she fabricated for the first, and likely only, edition of the Hee-hee Dictionary. Each entry begins with the word in bold, followed by a free-spirited definition, and then a sample sentence in italics. If you're worried about my multiple personalities (Polly Reed, and… Continue reading The Hee-hee Dictionary

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ASMR & a Mop

Over a bowl of saucy pasta I tell my fellow diner that the late Bob Ross is apparently an accidental ASMR star: his quiet, soporific voice paints bliss on the canvas of overwrought, stressed souls. My companion blurts past a mouthful of spaghetti, eyes wide, What do YOU know about ASMR? WHY do you know… Continue reading ASMR & a Mop

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Pop-up Stanley

To dispense with our need for human interaction and touch, the future will usher in pop-ups. All items will be ordered online and require no installation. My wish list? A pop-up partner. The online store will have a Character & Features menu like those in video games. I'll lift my couriered flat Stanley out of… Continue reading Pop-up Stanley

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Driving Ms Crazy

The creepy-calm Google Maps voice gets me only so far. From there, it's a case of Driving Ms Crazy. I have DDPD (Duel Driver Personality Disorder*). I'm a good driver (Ms Sane) stuck in a bad navigator's body (Ms Crazy). A treacherous, cruel joke. It means I look good going - smooth gear and lane… Continue reading Driving Ms Crazy

Dancing with Words

Faffing Around

Faffing around with words and graphics lights me up. I twinkle-twinkle like a little star and stop wondering how you are. Or how I am. Or how anything is. The sun sets, the house darkens. Curtains are not closed (in my opinion, this is the only unnerving consequence of my intense absorption - I don't… Continue reading Faffing Around

Dancing with Words

Kurly’s Kitchen, Fred’s Fish

I'm heeding the advice don't put all your eggs in one basket by making an omelette gallery/slideshow for my dabbles in alliteration (aka Alliteration Anarchy), and for my tendency to play with my food (aka The Food Tabloid). This is a safe kitchen, despite pregnant zucchinis and amorous onions. The Food Tabloid Alliteration Anarchy xxx… Continue reading Kurly’s Kitchen, Fred’s Fish