The sun fails to rise in the morning
It never ceases to amaze me how much my brother and I are alike yet completely different. If you met us on the street -- or more likely -- at a brewfest -- you might see some physical similarities. But we're about as Country Mouse and City Mouse as you can get. He's a more than a little bit Country, and I'm more than a little bit Jazz. He likes hunting, working the land and watching The Outdoor Network. I like reading, working the keyboard and basically only watch FoodTV.
That said, we're both blessed with the language gene. It really wasn't until today that understood how richy gifted my dear brother really is. We'd had gotten into a discussion about the word queue. For us Computer Science junkies, its commonplace. In his line of work, its likely not. He wrote:
I'm devestated. I have been de-thoned. I was once known as "word boy".
I've tried to recover quietly on the issue, however it's been two days now and the sun fails to rise in the morning, only darkness now.
That's a Zenslap. Here's another, from a subsequent exchange.
Dance on my grave you heartless malefactor.
Two of them in one day. Awesome.