December 2011
“She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.”
“The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.”
“Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.”
“Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.”
“Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.”
November 2011
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.