Kearth’s Korner


Greetings fellow adventurer! This is Kearth, and this is my Korner…er…Corner. Actually, I like Korner. Rol mentioned “Rol’s Ritings,” but that doesn’t make any sense at all. Plus, I got here first. More plus, I’m a better riter…er…writer.

This area is all about what I want to say—just me. And sometimes what other people want to talk about. But mostly what I want to say. Unless I invite them to say something, and then I am still in control, because this is my Korner, and that’s the write (ha!) thing to do.

I have so much great information to share that it would take a whole pile of websites to hold it all. That makes sense, doesn’t it? Of course it does. Anyway, enjoy…


Who is The Fool?

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As I reflect on the celebration of today, and society’s long-standing, storied history of playing tricks on The Fool—whoever that may be in any particular case, or even anyone and everyone that one may meet, all day long—I greet this day with all of the seriousness and respect due to a one-day period of time in which subterfuge and chicanery of the highest sort are accepted and even applauded. Practical jokes have been played throughout the ages—from kings and queens to knights and rooks and pawns (I just made that up…I really don’t know if...

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Ant and Giant

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I was thinking the other day about a couple of words that confuse me—ant and giant. See? They just confused you, too, didn’t they? How can they be so different and yet so similar?  And which came first? Did someone name an ant “ant,” and then see something much bigger and since they were on a roll with naming they called the bigger thing a “giant”? Do you know what I mean? Does it make any sense to you? Do you wonder why I ask so many questions? I mean, can you just take the two letters “g” and “i” and put them together in front of a...

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Sense, Scents, Cents

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Did you ever realize how some words are so similar in so many mysterious and wonderful ways? I came up with a joke the other day and sometimes I crack myself up, and sometimes I don’t, but in this case I did, and here’s how it went… I was talking with someone in the village square in front of some stores and for some odd reason, which happens fairly frequently actually, they said, “You don’t make any sense.” I thought for a moment and looked around and—here’s the funny part in case you aren’t paying attention—I said, “You’re right…the odor...

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Impersonations

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I realized the other day that I’m really good at impersonations—you know, pretending like you are someone else and doing what they do or say or wear or even how they sneeze. Your face kind of looks like their face. When I do that, someone looks at me and thinks I’m someone else, and they are quite amazed and think I’m oh so clever and funny. The problem I have—a conundrum, even—is that I just don’t know who I’m impersonating. It’s like an impersonation in search of a person. A face waiting to be recognized. Does that make sense? It doesn’t...

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Conundrum

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I have a conundrum. My pet cat’s name is Conundrum. If the name seems funny, it is because it is…and isn’t. I like the name, and the word actually officially means something like a question or problem that is difficult or confusing, or both, or all of those at the same time. So it’s not really funny. It’s just my cat. The thing is, it’s not really my cat. And that’s a conundrum all by itself. It’s just a cat and I’m not sure it—actually, he—belongs to anyone, but he stops by for a visit now and then to ask for a little food, and some petting,...

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Don’t Wash Your Clothes

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I’m just kidding. You need clean clothes. So just clean your clothes, stop complaining so much and trying to read posts to find a way out of doing what you should, and don’t avoid things that are good for you. Which is what this is about. I wanted to get your attention with the enticing title and know that I did because you are reading this. It’s called mind control, but that is a story for another day. Today I want to talk about not avoiding things that are good for you. Why? Because it has been a hobby of mine to avoid things that are good...

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Starlight, Star Bright, Starry Night, Bigfoot

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I looked up at the sky last night. Wow. I couldn’t believe it. It was so clear, yet so dark, yet so bright with stars. I couldn’t believe it was all of those things at once, but it was. I was there. I can prove it. Well, I can’t actually prove it. How could I? I was just me and the stars, and the stars don’t usually talk…much. But I was there. And I saw the stars. I saw them like I was seeing them for the first time. Except that I wasn’t, because I remember having conversations with some of them last week. And then I saw a strange creature...

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Money, Money, Money

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Don’t you like the way that sounds? “Money, Money, Money” And you have to capitalize the words because it makes them sound more important. “Money, Money, Money” is way better than “money, money, money”—am I right? Why is it so important that the words sound so important? Well, it isn’t. Important, I mean. I just wanted to get your reaction. And you reacted just the way I thought you would although I couldn’t see you and can’t see you because you are there and I am here and it just doesn’t work out for me to see you the way I would like in...

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Clouds and Other Nonsense

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Weather or not you know it… Let me just stop right there. You did realize that I spelled it “weather” and not “whether” right? Just checking. Where was I? Oh, okay, now I remember. I was talking about the weather because the other day I was looking at clouds and I realized that they should have names. Now you might be thinking that clouds don’t deserve names because they don’t do anything, really, and about the time you pick out a nice, fitting name for one it radically changes shape—maybe from a bunny to a featherwingle—and then may...

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Drying On

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I remember that one time last year I took a bath and how clean I got. I remember thinking that I wouldn’t need another bath for a long time. I remember townsfolk chasing me around a month later with buckets of water and brushes because they said I was causing their flowers to wilt. They couldn’t prove it, but that’s what they said. All of them. They must have something against me. The thing about baths is that they take up so much time. I mean, think about how wet you get and then you have to dry off. Really? In the time it takes to dry off...

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