boynton just walked herself in the third person with her dog who is beloved btw and a labrador ;) up to her favourite retail outlet - which we won't possibly refer to by its name, but by an old folkoric familial nickname: my shop...She saw several retro things that were quite desirable, and therefore clearly impossible to obtain, as that would challenge her everyday fatalism, even though they would only set her back a few gold coins.
because of boynton's burdensome third person conceit she almost got tangled in her pronouns as she walked back home sentimentally along the street, noticing again the way the sun catches the weeds in non-descript suburban gardens. Alas, had she called them triffids she could have linked to this non-amazonian site, to garner some cheap writerly cred.
She could now link to a series of stock images that may or may not approximate her mood, but she heavily suspects that this may not hold the greatest of interest for her readers. There is way too much blue already happening in this sentence. All that is left on this glorioussparklingday is to incite the blue heeler into some show of minor delinquence from which we may be able to extract a funny italicised angle
By dang, boynton, not a Parka in sight?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at October 18, 2003 11:08 PM
Funny you should mention that, Scott...
when I found the "cottage" (see link:)
of Rev. Melb P Boynton, you can imagine my surprise when I discovered The "P" was for "Parker".
Posted by boynton at October 19, 2003 11:39 AM
Posted by Tony.T at October 19, 2003 09:16 PM
hmmm I can see the likeness
Posted by lady p at October 20, 2003 11:25 AM
Car-naby Street it is then m'lady.
Posted by Tony.T at October 20, 2003 02:19 PM
Posted by lady p at October 20, 2003 04:52 PM