Showing posts with label destructive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label destructive. Show all posts

April 7, 2008

The Last Paragraph in Pinky's Latest Short Story

Suddenly the rain and thunder stopped. Dora tiptoed to the stove, which was now covered in grease and filth and stench, and looked into the pot. The grease was gone. Most of the okra was gone. But at the very bottom, against the side, was one perfectly fried piece of okra—delicately browned, crisp, but with a jeweled green shining through the cornmeal. Dora knew that soon her husband would return, followed by the Sumners with the citizens of the county in tow. Angry.Pock-marked. Maimed. Destroyed. In that one final moment of private regret, she popped into her mouth the most delicious fried morsel of okra she had ever tasted or tasted since.

November 16, 2007

Pink Prayer to God (and Readers) about Hate


Here is a post from a couple of years ago. Pinky is too busy this morning planning for this evening's pancake and margarita supper for some secret organization that he can't be bothered with creativity:

Dear God and Pink Listeners, (Actually, Pinky's gonna go out on a limb here (since he's obviously not on speaking terms with The Man) and make this a prayer just to the followers of himself.


Here's an idea. Since God doesn't seem to be making the pink changes Pinky has so respectfully requested, he thinks the humans of this celestial plane need to take charge. Now, living here in Texas, he knows that there is still an active KKK. He does not know anyone who is a member, but feels if he tried hard enough, he could root a couple up (call in some chips, if you know what he means!). Also, Pinky suspects that modern klansmen might not be into the robes as much as they used to be. But he thinks they are still out there and possibly still worn on secret occasions. What if each of you snuck into one klansman's house with a tub of Rit dye and colored his robe pink? It would almost be as good as if God did this and scared the beejeebus out of the racist bastard. In fact, it would be better, because God is not playing this pink game. Pinky realizes there may some legal issues here, but Pinky is a big fan of social disobedience when necessary. And face it, seeing klansmen swishing around in pink outfits is somehow very satisfying! If you feel you cannot participate for practical reasons (not knowing who's KKK and who's not, or fear of getting your head blown off by an automatic weapon), then Pinky suggests you spend a few minutes of your daily meditation imagining that you are doing this. Remember, PRAYER CHANGES THINGS! Before you know it, you will be giggling to yourself, walking with a lighter step, and exuding a pink love of the world. Thanks for your love and understanding. Your humble servant, Secretary to P. Diablo, Miss Paulina Heffengreiner

April 29, 2007

Pinky had No Idea About the Agressive Tendencies of Peanuts

internecine \in-ter-NESS-een\ adjective

1 : marked by slaughter : deadly; especially : mutually destructive
*2 : of, relating to, or involving conflict within a group

Example sentence:
When Pinky put the two peanuts together , it didn't take long for the internecine feuding to begin.

Did you know?
"Internecine" comes from the Latin "internecinus" ("fought to the death" or "destructive"), which traces to the verb "necare" ("to kill") and the prefix "inter-." ("Inter-" usually means "between" or "mutual" in Latin, but it can also indicate the completion of an action.) "Internecine" meant "deadly" when it appeared in English in 1663, but when Samuel Johnson entered it in his dictionary almost a century later, he was apparently misled by "inter-" and defined the word as "endeavouring mutual destruction." Johnson's definition was carried into later dictionaries, and before long his sen se was the dominant meaning of the word. "Internecine" developed the association with internal group conflict in the 20th century, and that's the most common sense today.

*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.

April 18, 2007

When Books Go Bad


You can always tell which books in Pinky's library didn't hold his attention.