Dismay
I decided the only thing I wanted to blog about today was: dismay. But then I realized I had no idea what I wanted to say about it. So I googled it.
First came up this page about Celtic music, called Celtic Music and More - Wild Dismay.
That wasn’t quite right.
The next page on google gave me the Dictionary.com reference, which was somewhere, but not fully there yet.
Next came Poems of Death & Dismay, which I definitely did not want to read, but quite liked the dread feeling of.
And finally, google’s fourth entry was this one: The New York Times > National > 2 Reporters Express Dismay but Say ...
Say…what? I don’t know what they say, but I like the idea of changing “2” to “1” and thinking that somehow google knew that there was a reporter out there/here somewhere who just needed to express dismay and say something, even if she doesn’t know what it is.
Thanks, google.
3 Comments:
i'm glad at least one of us is thinking globally.
awww come on, turn that frown upside down...just kidding. I think the best way to solve dismay is to kick someone in the shins. It doesn't particularily matter whose shins, just so long as the person is a nuisance at the time. Other wise, just go visit the pink elephants.
can i love people i don't know? cause kicking someone in the shins while a little bit tipsy is just what i needed. damn.
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