Been doing a lot of crosswords, a frequent going-to-bed routine with D these days. Plus the one in the paper at work, and online at the WP, unless it's a Bob Klahn. (I won't play with him. He cheats.)
I've been mentally working on what I call "crossword words." Or, Crossword compiler's favorite word list. Variation on this post. D has more or less gotten used to this convention, but he's not happy about it.
Favorite cookie, Oreo.
Favorite director, Elia Kazan.
Favorite plant/cosmetic ingredient, Aloe.
Favorite state, Ohio or Iowa.
Favorite lake, Erie.
Favorite emotional state, Eerie.
Favorite aircraft, SST.
Favorite spread, Oleo.
Favorite cereal, Oats.
Favorite color, Ecru.
Favorite animal, Ewe.
Not a comprehensive list. Not even close.
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Anyone who has ever had a cat knows they have vivid imaginations. They have to have, else why would a cat play for hours with a simple piece of tissue paper, waiting at the 'entrance' of a non-existent mouse hole for the invisible rodent to appear. How Zen of them.
And how simple minded am I to enjoy watching them, for hours, waiting for nothing?
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Crow,
The athleticism, the intensity, the epic misses, incredible grace, expressive ears and tails, endlessly entertaining. Cats are the embodiment of zen.
As mentioned before, Moby is our household god.
I would have to form preferences in order to come up with a favourite list. That sounds like too much effort.
It's not really about preferences, it's about the right groups of letters.
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