Welcome to Hotel Malaprop

In what ways do you communicate online?

If you feel good dance, a flamingo.

But this may be a pigment of my imagination.

When it comes to marriage I believe in monotony. It is obvious I meant monogamy but that’s how things are online.

A Very Short Boring Story -An etude.

That was in 10th grade and I told a short story or a joke during a presentation. I was just starting to find my voice. I noticed when I told the story some people laughed initially. Then a few seconds later, more people started laughing, then another 15 seconds later more people start laughing.

It was then and there I decided that was my audience. They were the people who could read between the lines and let this nuance sink in.

And there were people who had no idea what I was talking about. I was going to have a hard time getting through of them..

Guilty Muse

One thing about social media that I find intriguing is people boasting about trips, promotions, successes in life. Not everybody uses it that way. There are a lot of people who are struggling out there and don’t want to hear this. . Sometimes I think that is where the mantra, piss off a Lib comes from.

A Wrap

Like I said in a previous post, I nibbled around the edges hopefully with enough subtlety. Hopefully I use just enough humility and not everybody’s going to get it. My wife is a school principal so I have to be careful. She doesn’t even know what I’m talking about. Sometimes I talked about this previously here.

I hope this post finds you in the most jocular of moods.

Or as Mike Tyson once said.

I might just fade into Bolivian (oblivion).

One response to “Welcome to Hotel Malaprop”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    This piece is wonderfully self-aware, playful, and quietly incisive. What makes it resonate is how it embraces miscommunication not as a flaw, but as the point.

    The opening lines immediately set the tone—language slips, puns, and autocorrect mishaps become a lens for how we actually communicate online: imperfectly, asynchronously, and often unintentionally funny. “Dance, a flamingo” and “pigment of my imagination” aren’t just wordplay; they mirror the way meaning mutates once it leaves our heads and enters the digital world. The humor is light, but the observation underneath is sharp.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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