This morning on my way to work, I almost ran over a mallard duck, which was standing stupidly in the road.
On the way home, I saw a frog hop right into the spot that my tire was about to occupy. I doubt he made it.
It was a bad day to be an animal in my way, I guess.
I keep seeing the same license plate numbers. I always make words out of license plates - you might call it a hobby - and at least five times in the last few days I've been behind a "bch." I make Bach, bitch, blech, and beach. I don't make broach, birch, or brunch, though I could. Which of those things do you like best? I do enjoy brunch. Birches are good, too.
Another one I have been behind a lot is BFG. There is a Roald Dahl book called The BFG. I think it stands for.... god, I don't know. I think "Big Fuckin' Giant" in my head when I read it to my students (I hope that's just in my head). I'm not sure what the F really stands for.... Freakin'?
I haven't read The BFG to this class yet. Maybe the license plates are giving me a message.
Come to think of it, maybe I was also getting messages today when I was behind "KLL DCK" and "KLL FRG."
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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What I'd like to know is what kind of a name is Roald? Did his parents forget to add a constonant? like an N maybe? Its always bugged me about him.
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