Duality

The majority of fans know of Smarty Pants.

A lot of fans know of Boulder.

Several fans recall Tom the rock.

Some remember Fernando.

But does anyone remember Bloomberg?

Work it. Make it. Do it. Makes us.

Pretty low on energy still...

   Sigh. At least my parents have gone on their way now.

DARLING WHERE ARE YOU? IT'S BORING WITH JUST @The_Gobo AND @Duality. 

People.

People, stop.

I have found the word I didn't know I was looking for my entire life.

It's 'paraprosdokian'.

Sure, it doesn't look like much (except in terms of character count), but its definition is what truly resonates with me.

It basically means 'a sentence that ends in an unexpected way'.

Paraprosdokians are one of my top three favourite types of humour, right up there with 'irony' and 'Sir Terry Pratchett', even though I never knew what the word for such witticisms were until today.

Allow me to demonstrate:

"If I could just say a few words...

"If I am reading this graph correctly...

"I haven't slept for ten days...

"I don't belong to an organized political party...

"On the other hand...

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening...

"I like going to the park and watching the children run around screaming...

They're brilliant, I tell you.

Absolutely brilliant.

The majority of fans know of Smarty Pants.

A lot of fans know of Boulder.

Several fans recall Tom the rock.

Some remember Fernando.

But does anyone remember Bloomberg?

I'm so glad that labor day weekend is almost here. This three day weekend is well needed right now.

Now here's something for @Totally Lyra  

People.

People, stop.

I have found the word I didn't know I was looking for my entire life.

It's 'paraprosdokian'.

Sure, it doesn't look like much (except in terms of character count), but its definition is what truly resonates with me.

It basically means 'a sentence that ends in an unexpected way'.

Paraprosdokians are one of my top three favourite types of humour, right up there with 'irony' and 'Sir Terry Pratchett', even though I never knew what the word for such witticisms were until today.

Allow me to demonstrate:

"If I could just say a few words...

"If I am reading this graph correctly...

"I haven't slept for ten days...

"I don't belong to an organized political party...

"On the other hand...

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening...

"I like going to the park and watching the children run around screaming...

They're brilliant, I tell you.

Absolutely brilliant.

I'm so glad that labor day weekend is almost here. This three day weekend is well needed right now.

It's 2 am here what am I doing send help

Here's a pointless status update. Now give me your karma points. Um, I mean brohoofs.

I said everypony yesterday. 

I am now a true pegasister, everyone. 

Here's a scary fact that some of you still don't know. (somehow)
I have a twin o3o

And, no I don't mean character-wise.
I mean an actual twin.

Today was the first time I have tasted catfood.

     ...I was curious, okay?

            Never before Have I so wanted to saw my own tongue off! The commercials make it look like hamburger gravy! Dog food is fine n' chewy, but we feed that acidic slop to an actual living creature? It's like licking a wild tropical fish! One with spines!

Here's a scary fact that some of you still don't know. (somehow)
I have a twin o3o

And, no I don't mean character-wise.
I mean an actual twin.

Finally on break!

Here's a scary fact that some of you still don't know. (somehow)
I have a twin o3o

And, no I don't mean character-wise.
I mean an actual twin.

People.

People, stop.

I have found the word I didn't know I was looking for my entire life.

It's 'paraprosdokian'.

Sure, it doesn't look like much (except in terms of character count), but its definition is what truly resonates with me.

It basically means 'a sentence that ends in an unexpected way'.

Paraprosdokians are one of my top three favourite types of humour, right up there with 'irony' and 'Sir Terry Pratchett', even though I never knew what the word for such witticisms were until today.

Allow me to demonstrate:

"If I could just say a few words...

"If I am reading this graph correctly...

"I haven't slept for ten days...

"I don't belong to an organized political party...

"On the other hand...

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening...

"I like going to the park and watching the children run around screaming...

They're brilliant, I tell you.

Absolutely brilliant.

 So, a short, bloggy story for you all.

  I guess hanging out with the poor examples of humanity that count for my parents (why yes, I do have my acerbic moments.) doesn't have to be all bad.

  My father never got too much into reading. Sure, he can read the newspaper just find and picks up books for recreation, but its always been a running gag of mockery as long as I've known him that he fuddles things up when it comes to that. Do think that he only learned to read late in life when things were too poor to afford such a skill, so much so that I don't think he would ever willingly read in front of anybody else.

  Ironically enough, think my father's distaste for reading lead directly to my love of it.

  I used to read my father to sleep often. (and yes, gives you a little insight into my odd family dynamics there.) My mother never had the time or patience to do so, nor could my father ever keep up with my own reading skills, and... what with the massive age gap, my folks couldn't stay up much late themselves anyhow. So, in my bibliophilic enthusiasm, I would pick up where my own father had to stop. Say what else I may about the negatives of my childhood, but it does do some wonder to see another be soothed & relaxed by your own efforts.

  Today... I had managed to pick up a small copy of the childrens' book Ferdinand, the Bull. We were waiting on my mother to get out of the store, (as usual, *mumble grumble*) so I handed him the little chip of my childhood nostalgia. His first impressions were of dismissive concern, that it was just a childrens' book meant to be simple tripe (... okay, maybe not the best word to dredge up considering the titular character...) and clearly, the unspoken concern for not being good at the whole reading thing. While he still skipped around words in his mumbling, even turning pages two at a time It still did my heart good. He lit up at the artfully crafted pictures, chuckled at clever wordplay that he didn't have to stare at & register first. Probably for the first time in a while it didn't seem like he was making others wait while he caught on to something others already knew.

    I felt proud. Watching somebody else enjoy something I had for the first time. Letting them feel their own way around. It's like watching your child ride their bike for the first time, and becoming aware of their own capabilities.

    ...

      ....Kinda a messued-up dynamic when ya think of it, but...still!

 Tonight's Random Thoughts

 So, character development is a big thing with me.

  Kind of wonder just how big you can go with a character? Take that as a challenge! No magical interference or abilities, just their natural state of being! I'm thinking of a sort of Mountain Crab!

  Just one day, two huge pinchers slowly unravel out from under Canterlot Mountain and a comparatively small set of legs after it set off to scuttle across Equestria with the entire capitol on top of it.

    Luna: Do you think we should... try to talk it into putting us down?...

    Celestia: You really think that's a good idea at this point?

   Alternatively, kind of obsessed with having a character roll into a ball or elsewhile solid shape. Be it specially designed armor or a large armadillo. Maybe I'm a defense-centric fellow or I just really like Electrode, I just love the idea of an ability to literally clam up!

People.

People, stop.

I have found the word I didn't know I was looking for my entire life.

It's 'paraprosdokian'.

Sure, it doesn't look like much (except in terms of character count), but its definition is what truly resonates with me.

It basically means 'a sentence that ends in an unexpected way'.

Paraprosdokians are one of my top three favourite types of humour, right up there with 'irony' and 'Sir Terry Pratchett', even though I never knew what the word for such witticisms were until today.

Allow me to demonstrate:

"If I could just say a few words...

"If I am reading this graph correctly...

"I haven't slept for ten days...

"I don't belong to an organized political party...

"On the other hand...

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening...

"I like going to the park and watching the children run around screaming...

They're brilliant, I tell you.

Absolutely brilliant.

 So, a short, bloggy story for you all.

  I guess hanging out with the poor examples of humanity that count for my parents (why yes, I do have my acerbic moments.) doesn't have to be all bad.

  My father never got too much into reading. Sure, he can read the newspaper just find and picks up books for recreation, but its always been a running gag of mockery as long as I've known him that he fuddles things up when it comes to that. Do think that he only learned to read late in life when things were too poor to afford such a skill, so much so that I don't think he would ever willingly read in front of anybody else.

  Ironically enough, think my father's distaste for reading lead directly to my love of it.

  I used to read my father to sleep often. (and yes, gives you a little insight into my odd family dynamics there.) My mother never had the time or patience to do so, nor could my father ever keep up with my own reading skills, and... what with the massive age gap, my folks couldn't stay up much late themselves anyhow. So, in my bibliophilic enthusiasm, I would pick up where my own father had to stop. Say what else I may about the negatives of my childhood, but it does do some wonder to see another be soothed & relaxed by your own efforts.

  Today... I had managed to pick up a small copy of the childrens' book Ferdinand, the Bull. We were waiting on my mother to get out of the store, (as usual, *mumble grumble*) so I handed him the little chip of my childhood nostalgia. His first impressions were of dismissive concern, that it was just a childrens' book meant to be simple tripe (... okay, maybe not the best word to dredge up considering the titular character...) and clearly, the unspoken concern for not being good at the whole reading thing. While he still skipped around words in his mumbling, even turning pages two at a time It still did my heart good. He lit up at the artfully crafted pictures, chuckled at clever wordplay that he didn't have to stare at & register first. Probably for the first time in a while it didn't seem like he was making others wait while he caught on to something others already knew.

    I felt proud. Watching somebody else enjoy something I had for the first time. Letting them feel their own way around. It's like watching your child ride their bike for the first time, and becoming aware of their own capabilities.

    ...

      ....Kinda a messued-up dynamic when ya think of it, but...still!

Wake me up when September ends. 

I'm so glad that labor day weekend is almost here. This three day weekend is well needed right now.

SO WEIRD

AND YET SCIENCE

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