nablopomo

nablopomo

Hyperbaton– There are many forms of hyperbaton, a point which is no doubt wasted upon you, ye of such quick internet connections. One of these (OF COURSE) is parenthesis, which is essentially nothing more than jamming some words in the middle of an otherwise perfectly good (ALBEIT BORING AND WHATNOT) sentence. It’s the equivalent of sticking your foot in the OTHER PERSON’S mouth, particularly if she has some sort of weird aversion to feet, which, let’s face it, should be a warning sign, because we ALL HAVE FEET, WE ALL OCCASIONALLY MAKE TWOSIES, AND WE ALL DO THINGS AS REQUIRED BY OUR BODIES THAT DON’T MAKE A LOT OF SENSE WHEN IT COMES TO TRYING TO ATTRACT THE OPPOSITE (OR SAME) SEX.

• Although I remain somewhat unclear as to what always and without fail prompts people to espouse the hotsy-totsyness of their nerdy whippy-leather fucking games whenever I type the word “sex” in a blog post, and although I am admittedly without much in the way of my own cunt-whipping credentials, my inner culture critic is moved to remark—all patriarchy-blaming aside— that sadism strikes me (ha! ha-ha!) as a rather pedestrian hobby. From ‘In Which The Author Pronounces On A Popular Hobby’ – Twisty
  

• As the film opens, the viewer is presented with a real showdown of powerhouse acting: Halle Berry (a psychologist--oh boy!) is talking with Penelope Cruz (a ca-razy person--oh God!); From ‘These Eyes’ – Skot
  

• Last night I went to a coffee shop (like all the cool kids with red-hot Saturday night plans) and just as I sat down with my tragically hip laptop (the weapon of choice for all the cool kids with red-hot Saturday night plans), I noticed a somewhat cute boy sitting at a computer a few feet away. Trying to play it all cool, I bought a cup of tea, sat down at the largest and most important-looking table I could find (the Champagne Room of this coffee house), flipped open my laptop, and just as I was about to pretend to be preoccupied with VERY important work that could probably ruin nations, I went to cross my legs and actually kicked an entire cup of hot tea over. From ‘Do You Love Parentheses? Have I Got A Post For You.’ – Couch
  

• This is the aspect of obsessive-compulsive disorder that aggravates me the most, because for all my roundabout thinking and goofy mental wordplay my brain is at heart (ha ha ha ha ha! get it?) a pretty logical organ. And if you've ever heard me crank about work you know that I deplore inefficiency and stubbornness in others, and am always looking for the smartest (not hardest or fastest) way to work. From ‘Surrendering our consensual hallucination to the regime’– Mimi Smartypants