I am a cranky old curmudgeon with little tolerance for people who abuse our language. Cobbled up though it is from words begged, borrowed and stolen from a dozen or more other languages, it is still capable of expressing a wondrous variety of sentiments, feelings, or emotions- call them what you will.
While I will undoubtedly be a thorn in the sides of those who write pretentious or simple-minded drivel and call it poetry, I will also be available and happy to help aspiring writers who truly wish to learn and improve in their craft. Also, if anyone needs a pun for a special occasion, I will do my best to supply one that is guaranteed to cause the unworthy clods and dolts to groan, but will cause the truly appreciative, literate person to smile, and sigh in satisfaction.
I am now on duty, and will remain so until further notice, or until the management of this site sees fit to silence my virtual pen.
My passion is ...
Exercising my thorny nature- you have been warned.
I know too much about ...
Helium- and the way it's supposed to work, but doesn't
My parents always told me ...
Don't grow up- we like you just the way you are. I obliged.
My childhood ambition ...
I had none, still don't, which eliminates a lot of stress.
My favorite memory ...
Executing a highspeed motorcycle maneuver that saved my life.
Why I write ...
To make folks laugh until the tears come. Sometimes it works.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
The women in the apartment across the street- (but they don't know it.)
My first job ...
Planting yams
My best moment ...
Planting my last one.
My inspiration ...
Rika
Owen Stone
Member since: February 2008