Daily writing prompts from June 9th, 2008 to December 31st, 2022
Thursday November 2nd, 2017
The exercise: It has been too long. Let us do some more unfavorable comparisons. ... yeah, you know I'll be joining in on this one in the comments as soon as I'm able to.
Her birthday party was more like a funeral. A very poorly attended funeral. And those who did come were sorely disappointed to find her still breathing.
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Whenever Donald tried to inspire us it always brought to mind a general urging his troops into battle while wearing flip flops and a toddler's plastic helmet, camouflaged in pink and purple.
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Anna's teaching style was best described to me by a good friend in the following terms: she talked like she had a mouthful of peanut butter, her handwriting was on par with a newborn's, and her knowledge of the subject she was meant to be an expert on was... lacking. In the same way that a beheaded zombie could be said to be lacking ears.
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An author? Is that what he's calling himself these days? Hmm. Well, I'd say he's more like an incoherent madman who has somehow figured out how to type, but only while using someone else's fingers to do so. And you'd be better off not asking where the rest of the body is...
I was slightly surprised to see that you've managed at least one unfavourable comparison post a year since the blog started -- I'd no idea that they'd gone that far back. Nor that I seem to have contributed to most of them. Since I've (re-)read them all now I'll note that you've been pretty consistent with yours all the way through which makes me suspicious you get a lot of practice at this when the rest of us aren't there to hear it.... But that's also a compliment since they're not that easy to do! There's some excellent imagery in today's batch, and I had a little trouble choosing a favourite as both 1 and 3 attracted me. But in the end I decided that the last one is actually my favourite, but only just :)
Unfavourable comparisons The new vicar's sermons make you wonder if he's really a twelve-year-old gamer. He'd gets very red-faced while shouting at the congregation that he's better at God-mode than them, competitive over the Eucharist, and his 'Yo Mama' jokes about Mary made the Bishop pull his mitre over his ears.
--------------- His wine tastes like he heard about Kopi Luwak and decided to apply the process with grapes and eagles. Oh, and if you find feathers in the bottle he wants them back.
--------------- Her bedside manner was last seen in Vietnamese torture chambers, and commended as a "significant improvement" in information gathering strategies.
--------------- I wouldn't call him greedy exactly, but the last time he entered a competitive eating event he ate two of the other competitors as well the food, the table and his own shoes.
Greg - what can I say? I have a lot of mean thoughts. They need an escape route out of my head every now and again :)
Hah, yours are difficult to choose between as well! I love the picture your first paints, but the last does a fine job of that as well. I shall call it a tie and move on, I think.
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Her birthday party was more like a funeral. A very poorly attended funeral. And those who did come were sorely disappointed to find her still breathing.
* * *
Whenever Donald tried to inspire us it always brought to mind a general urging his troops into battle while wearing flip flops and a toddler's plastic helmet, camouflaged in pink and purple.
* * *
Anna's teaching style was best described to me by a good friend in the following terms: she talked like she had a mouthful of peanut butter, her handwriting was on par with a newborn's, and her knowledge of the subject she was meant to be an expert on was... lacking. In the same way that a beheaded zombie could be said to be lacking ears.
* * *
An author? Is that what he's calling himself these days? Hmm. Well, I'd say he's more like an incoherent madman who has somehow figured out how to type, but only while using someone else's fingers to do so. And you'd be better off not asking where the rest of the body is...
I was slightly surprised to see that you've managed at least one unfavourable comparison post a year since the blog started -- I'd no idea that they'd gone that far back. Nor that I seem to have contributed to most of them. Since I've (re-)read them all now I'll note that you've been pretty consistent with yours all the way through which makes me suspicious you get a lot of practice at this when the rest of us aren't there to hear it.... But that's also a compliment since they're not that easy to do!
There's some excellent imagery in today's batch, and I had a little trouble choosing a favourite as both 1 and 3 attracted me. But in the end I decided that the last one is actually my favourite, but only just :)
Unfavourable comparisons
The new vicar's sermons make you wonder if he's really a twelve-year-old gamer. He'd gets very red-faced while shouting at the congregation that he's better at God-mode than them, competitive over the Eucharist, and his 'Yo Mama' jokes about Mary made the Bishop pull his mitre over his ears.
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His wine tastes like he heard about Kopi Luwak and decided to apply the process with grapes and eagles. Oh, and if you find feathers in the bottle he wants them back.
---------------
Her bedside manner was last seen in Vietnamese torture chambers, and commended as a "significant improvement" in information gathering strategies.
---------------
I wouldn't call him greedy exactly, but the last time he entered a competitive eating event he ate two of the other competitors as well the food, the table and his own shoes.
Greg - what can I say? I have a lot of mean thoughts. They need an escape route out of my head every now and again :)
Hah, yours are difficult to choose between as well! I love the picture your first paints, but the last does a fine job of that as well. I shall call it a tie and move on, I think.
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