TYRANNOSAURUS SMUDGE
@tyranosaurossmudge.bsky.social
Epiphanies and mundanities from a language arts type.
I’ve woken up at five am to find Dad is making food for “the kids,” but he’s got enough untoasted bread with jam on the counter, in perfectly even rows, to feed an entire classroom of kids.
January 21, 2026 at 11:21 PM
I’ve woken up at five am to find Dad is making food for “the kids,” but he’s got enough untoasted bread with jam on the counter, in perfectly even rows, to feed an entire classroom of kids.
Q: how did I come to live with my parents? It is a little murky and came in stages, but I believe the first stage was this.
January 20, 2026 at 10:09 PM
Q: how did I come to live with my parents? It is a little murky and came in stages, but I believe the first stage was this.
Old Person: when she's afraid she might lose her balance and fall, she instead says, "I'm afraid of the dark."
Old Person: he says “future” instead of “clock” (or maybe "time.") “It’s 8:30," says the old person, "I can see the future right there.”
Old Person: he says “future” instead of “clock” (or maybe "time.") “It’s 8:30," says the old person, "I can see the future right there.”
January 20, 2026 at 4:17 PM
Old Person: when she's afraid she might lose her balance and fall, she instead says, "I'm afraid of the dark."
Old Person: he says “future” instead of “clock” (or maybe "time.") “It’s 8:30," says the old person, "I can see the future right there.”
Old Person: he says “future” instead of “clock” (or maybe "time.") “It’s 8:30," says the old person, "I can see the future right there.”
– Something’s missing.
– Lydia’s missing.
– Yes, she is.
Dog wandering in and out of the room looking for Lydia.
Heartbreaking. She's been hospitalized.
– Lydia’s missing.
– Yes, she is.
Dog wandering in and out of the room looking for Lydia.
Heartbreaking. She's been hospitalized.
January 20, 2026 at 1:42 AM
– Something’s missing.
– Lydia’s missing.
– Yes, she is.
Dog wandering in and out of the room looking for Lydia.
Heartbreaking. She's been hospitalized.
– Lydia’s missing.
– Yes, she is.
Dog wandering in and out of the room looking for Lydia.
Heartbreaking. She's been hospitalized.
Lucid Grandpa: I asked him to explain their lack of progress in furnishing this house. He said they couldn’t agree on anything, and what they could agree on – for instance, the dining room table – were frequently mistakes.
January 20, 2026 at 1:35 AM
Lucid Grandpa: I asked him to explain their lack of progress in furnishing this house. He said they couldn’t agree on anything, and what they could agree on – for instance, the dining room table – were frequently mistakes.
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For #GoodMemoryDay here's a picture of "Mnemosyne Genos" and "Kleio Play" with a detail from the Antioch mosaic depicting a funerary symposium attended by Mnemosyne and the personification of banqueting (AIOXIA) from the Worcester Museum (worcester.emuseum.com/objects/2763...)
January 19, 2026 at 6:53 PM
For #GoodMemoryDay here's a picture of "Mnemosyne Genos" and "Kleio Play" with a detail from the Antioch mosaic depicting a funerary symposium attended by Mnemosyne and the personification of banqueting (AIOXIA) from the Worcester Museum (worcester.emuseum.com/objects/2763...)
Me trying to remember my dream is my dad trying to remember his morning. “There was a guy in the dream named Paul,” he says. “You’re not him?” He reports that he doesn’t dream when he sleeps anymore. His dream is his life now.
January 19, 2026 at 2:07 PM
Me trying to remember my dream is my dad trying to remember his morning. “There was a guy in the dream named Paul,” he says. “You’re not him?” He reports that he doesn’t dream when he sleeps anymore. His dream is his life now.
Old Person. “Alright, I’ll see you in the basement.” (He goes into the closet.) Old people: one is putting a box of unopened crackers in the trash while the other is carefully supervising.
January 18, 2026 at 3:25 PM
Old Person. “Alright, I’ll see you in the basement.” (He goes into the closet.) Old people: one is putting a box of unopened crackers in the trash while the other is carefully supervising.
Cognitively impaired person: It’s absurd that a person as capable as you are is working in a coffee shop.
Attendant: Well…
Impaired: I mean it’s almost criminal!
Attendant: It’s the way of the world. Lot of people work in jobs beneath their skill level.
Attendant: Well…
Impaired: I mean it’s almost criminal!
Attendant: It’s the way of the world. Lot of people work in jobs beneath their skill level.
January 17, 2026 at 9:10 PM
Cognitively impaired person: It’s absurd that a person as capable as you are is working in a coffee shop.
Attendant: Well…
Impaired: I mean it’s almost criminal!
Attendant: It’s the way of the world. Lot of people work in jobs beneath their skill level.
Attendant: Well…
Impaired: I mean it’s almost criminal!
Attendant: It’s the way of the world. Lot of people work in jobs beneath their skill level.
“I like old people,” customer said. (This was the Liberian customer “PD” who later told me he had “fantasized” about taking care of my folks.) “Me too,” I said. And now a young customer, whom I like a lot, is yet reminding me of how much I prefer my old people.
January 17, 2026 at 1:09 PM
“I like old people,” customer said. (This was the Liberian customer “PD” who later told me he had “fantasized” about taking care of my folks.) “Me too,” I said. And now a young customer, whom I like a lot, is yet reminding me of how much I prefer my old people.
This morning, I came across my notes from when I was taking care of my cognitively impaired parents, and there is some funny, weird stuff here; so I think I will make it my bluesky project to share some of those notes.
A word on the dramatis personae…
A word on the dramatis personae…
January 16, 2026 at 7:17 PM
This morning, I came across my notes from when I was taking care of my cognitively impaired parents, and there is some funny, weird stuff here; so I think I will make it my bluesky project to share some of those notes.
A word on the dramatis personae…
A word on the dramatis personae…
@charlayn.bsky.social do you really feel that "like" or "as" is the only distinction between a simile and metaphor?
"Achilles is a lion" sounds to me identical to "Achilles is like a lion," while "the winter of our discontent" seems in a different category.
"Achilles is a lion" sounds to me identical to "Achilles is like a lion," while "the winter of our discontent" seems in a different category.
January 14, 2026 at 3:31 PM
@charlayn.bsky.social do you really feel that "like" or "as" is the only distinction between a simile and metaphor?
"Achilles is a lion" sounds to me identical to "Achilles is like a lion," while "the winter of our discontent" seems in a different category.
"Achilles is a lion" sounds to me identical to "Achilles is like a lion," while "the winter of our discontent" seems in a different category.
Django Reinhardt & Stephane Grappelli - Minor Swing
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January 10, 2026 at 3:56 AM
Think the approximation is more humorous than just.
Ajax vs Hektor, Iliad 7. Colorized.
BIG FIGHT AT POLAND’S WROCLAW ZOO!!!
January 10, 2026 at 2:31 AM
Think the approximation is more humorous than just.
Very idly wondering if Times reporter Valerie Hopkins was thinking of Pynchon when she wrote the opening sentence to her article today: “The message came screaming through the skies at 8,000 miles per hour.”
Gravity’s Rainbow’s opening is: “A screaming comes across the sky.”
Gravity’s Rainbow’s opening is: “A screaming comes across the sky.”
January 9, 2026 at 11:04 PM
Very idly wondering if Times reporter Valerie Hopkins was thinking of Pynchon when she wrote the opening sentence to her article today: “The message came screaming through the skies at 8,000 miles per hour.”
Gravity’s Rainbow’s opening is: “A screaming comes across the sky.”
Gravity’s Rainbow’s opening is: “A screaming comes across the sky.”
Laundry that is warm in a basket that is broken.
Everted socks, a null undergarment, a sleeve.
I will again stand deciphering, with warming hands,
These simple, largely unfashionable puzzles,
Making of the warm clean mound a clear tall stack,
Everted socks, a null undergarment, a sleeve.
I will again stand deciphering, with warming hands,
These simple, largely unfashionable puzzles,
Making of the warm clean mound a clear tall stack,
January 8, 2026 at 11:42 PM
Laundry that is warm in a basket that is broken.
Everted socks, a null undergarment, a sleeve.
I will again stand deciphering, with warming hands,
These simple, largely unfashionable puzzles,
Making of the warm clean mound a clear tall stack,
Everted socks, a null undergarment, a sleeve.
I will again stand deciphering, with warming hands,
These simple, largely unfashionable puzzles,
Making of the warm clean mound a clear tall stack,
Perception that Cervantes was more a believer in God and faith than was Shakespeare, with maybe Montaigne as a mean. Into the liquor store: man ahead of me requiring an actual shopping cart. Wrote a text message: if she could imagine the street lamps she passed beneath as being
January 7, 2026 at 3:31 AM
Perception that Cervantes was more a believer in God and faith than was Shakespeare, with maybe Montaigne as a mean. Into the liquor store: man ahead of me requiring an actual shopping cart. Wrote a text message: if she could imagine the street lamps she passed beneath as being
To consider: the idea of “having compassion” for people who are better, wiser, smarter than you are, as opposed to “having compassion” for those worse off in these respects.
January 3, 2026 at 3:30 PM
To consider: the idea of “having compassion” for people who are better, wiser, smarter than you are, as opposed to “having compassion” for those worse off in these respects.
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"A physician is worth more than several other men put together, for he can cut out arrows and spread healing herbs."
(Il.11.514)
(Il.11.514)
January 1, 2026 at 3:57 PM
"A physician is worth more than several other men put together, for he can cut out arrows and spread healing herbs."
(Il.11.514)
(Il.11.514)
Maybe the only trick to writing is to say what you feel. Course, the problem then is that you have to feel something first. This continues the non-adventures of Sharon and Ray "A Romance in My Mind." Poor Ray...
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A ROMANCE IN MY MIND
I’m a little surprised that Sharon’s never offered to cut my hair. She has a line in one of her songs about how she’ll only cut the hair of “the ones she loves and the ones she does” and while I kn…
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December 27, 2025 at 4:23 PM
Maybe the only trick to writing is to say what you feel. Course, the problem then is that you have to feel something first. This continues the non-adventures of Sharon and Ray "A Romance in My Mind." Poor Ray...
allpurposeblog.com/2025/12/27/a...
allpurposeblog.com/2025/12/27/a...
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"Eris whose fury never tires, sister and friend of manslaughtering Arēs, who, from being at first but low in stature, grows till she raises her head to the sky ... She it was that went about among them and flung down discord to the waxing of sorrow with even hand between them."
(Iliad.4.440-445)
(Iliad.4.440-445)
December 19, 2025 at 7:43 AM
"Eris whose fury never tires, sister and friend of manslaughtering Arēs, who, from being at first but low in stature, grows till she raises her head to the sky ... She it was that went about among them and flung down discord to the waxing of sorrow with even hand between them."
(Iliad.4.440-445)
(Iliad.4.440-445)
I'm sort of opposed to such patently political content as I'm presenting here. What interests me is that I feel like the action against Venezuela *reallly is* what a lot of people thought the Iraq War was, back in the day.
December 19, 2025 at 2:00 AM
I'm sort of opposed to such patently political content as I'm presenting here. What interests me is that I feel like the action against Venezuela *reallly is* what a lot of people thought the Iraq War was, back in the day.
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Encountering the ghosts of Christmas past is what Facebook is for. BlueSky is for lying on the grass and staring at fluffy clouds rolling by.
December 17, 2025 at 10:57 AM
Encountering the ghosts of Christmas past is what Facebook is for. BlueSky is for lying on the grass and staring at fluffy clouds rolling by.
And it doesn’t pertain at all to Thought (Thought is like math) or to Perception (which is like a florid verbal description of the sort you could never write yourself, the author is so talented)
December 16, 2025 at 11:09 PM
And it doesn’t pertain at all to Thought (Thought is like math) or to Perception (which is like a florid verbal description of the sort you could never write yourself, the author is so talented)