It’s just a silly little love song. No. It’s a contest.

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Do you remember playing Mad Libs when you were a kid?Mad Libs

It’s an incomplete  story- missing verbs, names, nouns, etc., that you (and your friends) fill in and then read together.  The stories we create are  invariably hilarious.

Well, my friend, Alice Gerard, a gentle soul with firm resolve, decided to challenge folks to a game.  Kind of the opposite of Mad Libs.   Her game involved a  proposed series of antiquated words with which we must prepare a story.  The goal was to use (most of?  all?) the words on her list.

Alice Girard's Challenge

Not being one to avoid a challenge, I responded on the spot.  As I mentioned on her blog,  I had certain posts already in my queue that couldn’t be moved, so I wrote my story as a comment to her blog- and it would have to wait for a few days until I could oblige her by posting the story here.

And, today’s the day…   Here is my ‘formal’ response to Alice’s challenge.

I always like a contest. It’s an aliment for my soul.

It seems that Alice is getting bored already up in Shuffle-off territory (a.k.a. Grand Island-Buffalo, NY) , and has an appetency to engage fellow bloggers in a contest.

No restrictions at all! Aught! Nothing should tear us asunder from the contest.

Having spent the week (and devoting Friday to complete the task) describing microbes- that’s bacteria, not an animalcule- and how they resist the apothecary’s ability to eradicate them, I will have to first post this as a comment to her challenge. In essence, an ambuscade on her own territory.

You see, it’s important for those of us who write serious blogs- talking about medicine, health, water, the environment, technology, and- heavens to Betsy- taxes, to demonstrate that we have senses of humor.

After all- the way the world is going, without a cultivated sense of humor, we would truly be doomed.

 

 

 (When I moved the posts inmy queue around, I didn’t realize this was the postscript, so it’s a day late.  A dollar short for Zan, too.)

By the way, yesterday was the date that I became a Virginia resident.  Oh, so many decades ago.  And, also the birthday for the women that stole my heart  over the years.   Happy belated birthday, Z!

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12 thoughts on “It’s just a silly little love song. No. It’s a contest.”

  1. Oh, no! I have no humour. Am I doomed? I don’t remember Mad Libs but I did enjoy reading others’ and your responses to her contest. Does that count for a sense of humour? Congrats on being a Virginia resident. Happy birthday to all the women who stole your heart. 🙂

  2. We would truly be doomed without humor. And it isn’t at all true that scientists have no sense of humor, something both of us already knew. The scientists in my family (which include an uncle, now 95, who is a retired organic chemist, and a cousin who is a retired electrical engineer) are some of the funniest people I know.
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