I believe the national day for poetry has come and gone without me posting anything – mostly because I’ve been in a mad rush to stock up on DIY materials before all the stores are shut down.
And with each day, my sense of dread and doom increases as I see no escape from the rising wave of COVID-19. We’re all gonna get it. What’s more scary, we might already have it and are asymptomatic. We might have given it to someone by touching a handle. We might have inadvertently caused someone to give it to their elderly nana or their young’uns.
So I’m clapping at all the people who self-isolate, who can stay the fuck at home, who are responsible enough not to touch anything all while scrubbing my hands every chance I get singing “Staying alive” by the Bee Gees.
If you don’t suffer from Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (Fear of long words), you might find yourself at a loss of words, literally, during a writing assignment. Nothing sounds worse than a sentence like this one:
I wanted to buy the next iPhone.
Now try saying it with one of the synonyms below. In the mean time, I’ll go watch some brainwashing mechanism used by the government to misconstrue and mold the weak, childish mind into become evil communist minions 🙂 I love the minions, nothing wrong there!
The Old Norse noun víking meant an overseas expedition, and a vikingr was someone who went on one of these expeditions. In the popular imagination, the Vikings were essentially pirates from the fjords of Denmark and Norway who descended on medieval England like a bloodthirsty frat party; they raped, pillaged, murdered, razed villages and then sailed back across the North Sea with the loot.
I’ve learned loads from the show, but I think you know more than I do