Just whatever people feel like writing.
Continued.
The rain that started in Part 1 of the monthly random thread just keeps coming down. The forecast: cloudier, with scatter-brained showers giving way to torrential downpours.
(Thanks to Red-Tailed HAWK for the banner image.)
The craziness continues.
Continued from Part One.
The last batch (SSSS, v. 2007.1) was great. Now the saga continues, with bunnies added to the dramatis personae.
Continued.
An uncharted island has been discovered by Museicians: Pie Isle.
Here’s a place to tell what’s happening there.
We closed the old HTML Practice thread because it took too long to load. You may continue your experiments here, but no more smiley armies, please.
Closed. Continued above.
Go on — get it out of your system.
Continued on Part 2.
Shadowkat says she needs a little mayhem to relieve her ennui. Thread granted, but please keep the carnage contained, all right?
Continued.
This amazingly effective procrastinatory device first appeared on the blog more than a year ago in Triangular Sentences and Other Typographic Tricks. As before, they’re starting to overrun other threads. Post them here, please.
Prarilius Canix’s idea is so weird that we just had to try it. His description:
A thread to discuss wungs. What are wungs, you may ask? Animal, vegetable, mineral, subatomic particle? Nobody knows. Yet. This thread could be a place to post recent wung sightings and theories, and to cross-check them with other people. I know it’s crazy, but this could be the next big thing. Plus, we’ll eventually figure out what they are. Maybe.
Continued above.
Somehow we never get tired of these. Let’s get the jump on the New Year with a fresh batch.
(Newcomers may want to glance at SSSS, version 2006.2.
Continued.
It’s on Sunday the 10th. Ms. Dickinson wrote:
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
She also wrote:
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?