We’ll never know for sure. However, some folks believe that she needed help to fend off her knuckle-dragging, rib-challenged garden mate. The evidence points to a powerful potion inscribed on an alchemist’s parchment.
jaci Lopes dos Santos via Compfight
The full list of ingredients is lost to antiquity; however, these fragments were recovered:
“Not tonight, honey …”
If you can solve this cryptic puzzle, let me know.
- Decipher the Post Title (Google Cryptic Crosswords but keep in mind, I usually violate the rules in the interest of having a catchier title!)
- Look at the Picture!
- Look at the Caption below the puzzle!
- Remember, these are wordplay puzzles.
Try to catch me on Google Plus
(If you still see a status linking to the puzzle, you probably won't get the answer that day.)
The more people who
bug me request the answer, the more likely I will cave in!
I'd love to hear from you! No email address required (feel free to leave it if you really want a reply.)
I just installed EasyAzon. Whew! Setup is straightforward but getting to that point can be tricky.
For whatever reason, I couldn’t log in to the EasyAzon Website until after Tech Support set me up.
Once that was cleared up, I downloaded the files and followed all the steps.
Let’s see how this looks:
I am reading the second book in a series by Cary Caffrey. The Girls From Alcyone is the first one and I loved it!
I think a popup is supposed to show when you hover over the link above (it didn’t work for me.) For my next test, I’ll add an image of the second book!
Actually, I used an Info Block, which should be more, well, informative.
As always, I’m looking forward to playing with this new toy!
[Edit: I use AdBlock Plus on Chrome. The book image did not show up until I disabled it for my site. Oops, right?]
Games are everywhere. Yet, playfulness goes beyond boards, dice and funny money. Play-acting, tinkering, doodling and clowning around give folks creative outlets to explore.
Thomas Hawk via Compfight
When I have time, I like to tinker with my blog layout. One of the most time-saving tweaks I’ve ever done was to add a Flickr image search tool called Compfight. Finding the perfect image for a post is fun!
Thanks to Lisa Irby’s blog post about Amazon’s Publisher Studio, I decided to play around with a related blog plugin called WebSimon. I love this nifty table-maker! Take a look:
Over the years, I have hard-coded a few tables in HTML.
|Table||Post Description||Read it!|
|Creating an editorial calendar is more fun than playing 52 Pickup. I show how I brainstormed a year's worth of blog posts - even though more than half of them never got written.||52 Ideas|
|Everything I know about chemistry, I learned from Walter White. That explains the weird preamble to what is basically a list post of domain names based on the Periodic Table of Elements.||Chemical Domains|
The difference between thanking people and honoring them is embodied in the sentiment of a handshake versus a hug. You thank the mail carrier; you hug your poppa for the check he sent with your birthday card.
This post uses a marquee to scroll a table of images.
If I wanted something really nice, though, I made it in Photoshop and took a screen shot.
|Screen Shot||Post Description||Read It!|
|A post that talks about talking. That may sound like a blog about blogging but the article is a bit more esoteric than that. A skeleton slouched in a chair attests to that.
Ironically, the post comments are closed!||Conversation Starter Pistols|
|Bold self-challenge that many readers found tedious. You have been warned. Just enjoy the little graphic to the left and move on...||Million Product Challenge|
|An outdated rant on the state of the browser. The table is my all-time favorite.||Web Browser Wheel of Torture|
Time will tell if WebSimon becomes as useful as Compfight.
The mountains do not own the stage. Deep in the valley, a forgotten race prepares for the harvest with a gory ritual that offers no compromise to a demanding deity. Shek Mola has until sunrise to escape.
Jón Ragnarsson via Compfight
Bound between two saplings, the brave young man barely has enough freedom to twist his limbs. Yet, possessed of a strength born of desperation, he pulls the trees together until he can grasp the thick vines around his left arm with the spindly fingers of his right hand. The fingers become a unified claw – there won’t be a second chance at this.
Shek pulls the vines to his teeth. His muscles protest – they are more used to throwing rocks and chasing girls. His strong jaw gnashes the bitter vegetation. Too late, he realizes that the elders have foreseen this; his mouth begins to burn from the sap of poison ivy.
Still, with fierce determination, he chews through his bindings until, at last, they break away. He is left with the trivial task of freeing his other three limbs, while drawing harsh breaths through swollen lips and itching tongue.
As the last vine drops to the valley floor, the sun peeks over the rim. Shek fears he has lost the race against time, for an actual apparition solidifies before him. She is dressed in white. Henna fangs are drawn on her chin. Incongruously, she holds a clutch of wildflowers.
Embarrassed by his nakedness, Shek strains to recognize this person. Praying to another god, he hopes that she is from the far village. His prayer is answered. The lovely stranger glides up to him and presents the wildflowers. It is the universal romantic gesture of a wedding proposal.
He is to be a sacrifice, after all.
The vignette above is based on a writing prompt from LissThomas.com
I chose these five words: sacrifice actual person romantic compromise
Stories exist everywhere. Compelling, boring, inspiring and tiring. True and fanciful, harsh and heartening. Stories permeate societies.
Terje Skjerdal via Compfight
Good stories entertain. Great stories endure as myths, legends and folklore. Bad stories expire – buried in the toxic cloud of background noise.
I leave it to you, gentle reader, to determine the toxicity/entertainment ratio of my tapestries. Pass each one through the Feynman Filter* and, if the strained content is still pleasing, do come back for more.
* Richard Feynman wound up in my own filter, as I read about obfuscation
The physicist and storyteller Richard Feynman describes a time when he took part in a conference discussing “the ethics of equality”. Feynman was at first apprehensive, having read none of the books which the conference organizers had recommended. A sociologist brought a paper which he had written beforehand to the committee where Feynman served, asking everyone to read it. Feynman found it completely incomprehensible, and feared that he was out of his depth — until he decided to pick one sentence at random and parse it until he understood. The sentence he chose (to the best of his recollection) was:
The individual member of the social community often receives his information via visual, symbolic channels.
Feynman “translated” the sentence and discovered it meant “People read”. The rest of the paper soon made sense in the same fashion.
Feynman Anecdote, from Wikipedia