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Glass Half Full, Glass Half Empty

Following my post about typecasting, I’ve always sided more with pessimists than an optimists. I’m defined to be a pessimist, and given my approach on life for most of my years, it does make sense. 369 more words

The Brontë Mugshot

If this is a photograph of the Brontë sisters, then my name’s Anthony Trollope.

What’s that, Consuela? Oh shut up!

Satire

Thomas Stickler (1689-1750) and the ‘proper’ way to dissolve sugar in tea.

Nothing irritated me more, when I was a girl, than to be told by an adult that I was stirring my tea the ‘wrong’ way to make sugar dissolve. 963 more words

Satire

Diary of a glass-half-empty person, continued

What’s big here today, in my little teepee in the Sidlaws? The Pluto fly-by? The copy of Harper Lee’s new novel I just bought? No. Consuela (my Tejana maid) is spending her spare time practicing on her accordion, that’s what’s big here today. 232 more words

Satire

Glass Half Empty or Half Full?

Last night’s tormenta shook huge palm trees like feather dusters. The room lit up with flash after flash of lightning as a thunderstorm raged overhead. It was enough to wake the dead. 274 more words