I've been waiting very patiently for something marvellously profound (and hopefully, beginning with O) to fall into my brain since I last posted. It appears my brain has either fallen out, combusted or possibly just stopped functioning. (Did it ever? Haha. Quiet there in back.), because here it is a week later and I got nothing.
So, I went where any decent geeky technology fanboy would go. TO THE INTERNET!
I typed in, "O is for."
And this is what was at the top of twenty-five gazillion results:
You get your Obama, Barack J:
And your oil (it's a greasy liquid):
Let's not forget the obtuse angle:
The okapi (a nocturnal, giraffe-like mammal from African Rainforests):
Or the very wonderful oropendola (in this case, the crested one, although it appears to be crestless). It makes long, pendulous nests, which I would truly like to see:
Had enough O yet? I DIDN'T THINK SO!
Guess these beauties:
Yes, that's the very fallic obelisk, olive, overalls (because very small boy does not start with O), oar (because spoon starts with S), our (This is our beach ball. We share it. We also share drugs), origami (got that one, surely?).
And my two favourites: old people, and ogre. Bet you didn't know that ogres actually look like crustaceous gingerbread men.
Well now you do.
In writing news, things are going well, I'm over my word count target for March. Yay, me. I also have just finished reading Tawna Fenske's Believe it or Not, which was fabulous.
I'm off to see what P is for...