A good time to crawl under a rock

You know those days when it feels like nothing is going your way? Some parts of the day are pleasant like little rays of sunshine breaking through a rain cloud. But the rest... I write this sitting in my (recently acquired) car that won't start. I'm not a mechanic and (as much as I hate...

Copywriter clog

A short excerpt about a brain-blocked blogger. I called up Google the other day and typed in "Copywriter clog." Just before I hit the "Search" button, I realised my error and changed the "c" to "b" and got the kind of blogs I was looking for. This got me thinking though... I'm not a very...

AD :: DICT :: ATOR

Dear Readers, Look closely at all of these pictures. I hope you get what I've done here. This is something I'm passionate about and, in fact, it's my job to work in this frame of mind. Kindest regards, The Writer.

Office orchid

Plain and dimly lit before fluorescent bulbs force light into a dry-walled entrance introducing see-through walls of glass panes (pains) and you scan the -- Vivid violet on a stem but keep moving to a hustle-bustle shuffle as today is business as usual.

Dead fish and greasy hands

Apparently fish are a little more high maintenance than we think. It's probably for this reason that your average Joe, when faced with the dilemma of what pet to buy next, will buy a fish. It's also for this reason that Joe's fish will die within a month and he will be left feeling incompetent...

Attention! Calling all bloggers!

I have a problem. Wanna know what it is? Some of you may think it's the greatest thing a blogger could ask for, others of you may agree that it is in fact a problem.   The problem is that I am inspired to write so much about so many things that I never get...

Unveiling Finale: The Full Monty

This is where it all started - a work lunch: I felt completely retarded on this occasion, and thus began the Chopstick Challenge. I admit to downloading an illustrated "How to use Chopsticks" guide, and this was my first learning experience: So far you've seen/heard me eat a burger, smarties, peaches, a rusk dipped in...

|Broken|

I imagine I imagine that's how children must feel when they first discover that Santa Clause isn't real, or that it's actually mom and dad that hide chocolate treats in the garden at Easter - not a fluffy white rabbit. (How would it carry all of them anyway?) Broken. I imagine that's how a child...