Posts by Kearth

Flibbertigibbet. That’s all I have to say, really. I think that’s all I have to say. How can I say anything else? Why would I say anything else? What else can I say? What else would I say? What else? I wonder. I can’t think of anything else to say. Nothing else. Nothing at all. Nothing. Well… Maybe one thing. Maybe just one thing. The thing is… I can’t think of anything else to say. There. I said it. I just went ahead and said it. So...

The other day someone said to me, “You can go bother…er…spend time with someone else for a while. That would be just great.” I take that as a compliment, because they meant I can both spend time with and do great things for someone. That’s what I think they meant. Maybe they said it differently than I would, but I know what they were trying to say, even if they don’t speak quite as ultra-eloquently-like and non-unclearly as I do. When...

Have you ever had a cold? I mean, really had a cold? Of course you have. Well, at least, you probably have. Most of us have, if not all. I think. I’m pretty sure of it. Yes. Who knows…you may even have one now. If so, so sorry to hear that. As I write this, I have a cold. An unpleasant, annoying, frustratingly rip-roaring cold. The fact of the matter is that I dot a toad and I’m all tuffed up (translation, if absolutely necessary: “I...

Let’s talk about cloaks. Yes, cloaks. You know, those long-and-dramatic-yet-epically-useful creations of heavy fabric. I’m here to tell you that cloaks are awesome. “Why so awesome?” you may ask. Go ahead and ask…I’ll wait. I’ve waited long enough. Let me just go ahead and tell you why. Cloaks are awesome because they are. Imagine this: You walk into a room. No, scratch that—you glide into a room. Your cloak billows behind you and you...

Do you ever find yourself thinking about how tired you are? I do. In fact, I think about it a lot. Maybe too much. In fact, I realized something the other day, and maybe you’ve realized it yourself: The more you think about being tired, the more tired you become.  In fact, I wholeheartedly believe that tiredness begets tiredness. (And I use the word “begets” because I just don’t get to use it often enough, plus it sounds like...

I like flying wagons. I genuinely like them. I like them because they haven’t been invented yet. I like things that haven’t been invented yet because then I get to think about inventing them and especially the fact that I may be the first or even only one who has ever thought of them, ever, not that that matters, really, but it matters to me. Really. For example: Flying Wagon—I start with that because of course one should be invented....