Names

You may have noticed I've got a thing for names.  Names are fun!  But it's more than names--I love words.  Words and meanings and descriptions and the taste of it as you say it.  Names are just words of a specific sort.

So it makes me really happy when I see that a name of something is actually true:

Elm Street actually has elms on it.

There's a lake on Lake Shore Drive.

And yes, that was a deer running on Deer Run.  Boo-yah.



I will also tell you of the creepy possum I saw last night.

Haiku for a Creepy Possum

Oh Creepy Possum
Unusual sized Rodent
Stop staring at Me.


It was sitting in the middle of the road and I almost ran over it because, well, it was just sitting there--so I swerved around it and all it did was turn its head and watch me go as if it was saying 'Yeah.  You better run.  My creepy stare would kill you if  you stuck around any longer.'

No creepy possum.  In the game of car bumper vs. creepy possum stare the car bumper wins.  Every time.

Except when I swerve around you. That's sort of a tie.

But it really reminded me of The Princess Bride and the ROUSes.  The possum is probably the largest rodent in North America and the possum I saw definitely wins the 'I'd tear off your arm and eat you alive' creepy rodent award.

Gaaagghghh.