Jim says things that make me smile. Here's a few things he's said recently that had me giggling (they may not be amusing to all, but I found them absurdly funny). (and yes, our conversation do tend to run into the absurd at times):
"There is no such thing as a 'clean' octopus."
"Look, I'm all out of hedgehogs - can I send you a moose instead? He's a rather svelte, muscular moose - he won't take up much room, and will look good in any dark corner you may have."
"No.... I would not recommend trying to fold a moose."
I know I posted earlier, but I'm feeling rather inarticulate right now. After having read other people's stuff this morning (yes, a bit, before my phone crapped out on memory) -- I feel inept and inadequate - like the words and the language are no longer mine - not so much that English itself is feeble, but that I am feeble to use it. It feels like I'm faking it -- limping along, dilettante, in a tongue that is not mine (and that's weird, because I don't usually feel that way in Spanish or Polish... but now I feel it quite keenly, in English).
Whether I really am articulate or not is irrelevant - it's how I feel right now. Ick. I do not have the words to say what I want to say - and it's not the words who're at fault; it's me. It's times like these that I wish I could play an instrument, so I could play what I want to say. Somehow, I think a violin or piano could say what I want so much better than any spoken words right now.
I want to just sit and watch the words today, and play or paint what I want to express, without words.
And I want to stand mute and surf, and just read what others say. *sigh* Perhaps sometime soon, I will.