Snails
I know what your thinking, "What could Rombus have against the ever wonderful creature - The Snail?" The answer is absolutely nothing. However, this is not where the rant ends. After it rains, and there has been plenty of that lately there is quite the abundance of snails around my front door. Now to me this is a more visually appealling site than the ton of worms one usually has to tiptoe around. The thing that saddens me is that there are usually a couple that have been crushed by unknowing students in a rush to go wherever they must be. Admittedly, I probably have been the cuplrit on more than one occasion. Why does it sadden me? Well, unlike the worm, the snail actually tries to protect itself, however futile it may be, by having a shell. What a sad existence. Having to lug around that shell that doesn't do much in the way of protection.
To put this into perspective, it would be like one of us walking around in a 150 lb suit of armor. Here we'd be thinking' "What a bitch this fucking suit is to carry around all the time, but at least I'm safe". Then a Mack truck slams down onto you. And even if your lucky enough to avoid this Mack truck that fell from the sky, there are going to be numerous other Mack trucks dropping all around you for the rest of the day. For those who don't get metaphors, the Mack trucks are analgous to our feet. Mother Nature can be a cruel, cruel mistress. So next time you come over please watch your step. Save a snail!
Geez when did I become such a bleeding heart for slugs with helmets? Sometimes I just get too into these things.
On another note I'd like to welcome back the sun from its 2 week vacation. Cheerio!
posted by The Rombus @ 5:43 PM
7 Comments:
snail-hugger
Not to be an ass,
but you used a simile as opposed to a metaphor. A metaphor is a comparison between two thing without the use of like or as. "...it would be like one of us walking around in a 150 lb suit of armor."
With the use of like you have effectively made this a simile.
p.s. please disregard the beginning of this post, I full well meant to be an ass.
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Dear anonymous,
Please refer to the disclaimer in the upper left corner of the blog. Poor grammar, or other atrocities to the English language, are staples of this blog and are quite unnecessary to point out. However, thank you for posting and please post again.
YES! My comment got replies! and an angry one to boot. Atleast, that is what I assume, as one has been deleted. I hope it was all, "Shut your face and die, you should eat a bowl full of razor blades and then drink a gallon of vinegar or that was really mean, meanie."
Your rants are quite hilarious, I do enjoy reading them, especially when I should be doing work. I look forward to posting in future.
Good comment! Although I think it important that we get back to the important topic at hand, the snails. Keep it up anonymous.
Kind regards,
Razor blades and vinegar,
Cheers,
anonymous
Hi there,
This is my first time reading your blog. I thought I would share one of my own rants with you since you were involved in keeping me from having to rant once today. So here it goes...
On any given day at university, I run into at least a million people that I know/have seen before/saw once before and they remember my name. (That's right, at least a million.) Anyway, it is impossible to always be in a mood to talk to everyone and although I wasn't necessarily in a bad mood when I saw you today, I acknowledged you, but I just didn't feel like talking to you. (HA! that sounds so mean but it was just a thing. I don't hate you - FYI.) I'm pretty sure you saw me too and neither of us really felt the need to have a big conversation and carry on like we had lots to say to each other cause we see each other almost every day and don't know each other all that well. That's not to say that I never want to talk to anyone, its just there are times that talking isn't required. You can always tell when that is, I think. SO, before I go way off topic, thanks for not pretending to be my best friend and for letting me walk home in peace.
Jess
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