The Rain is Here

The weatherman- sorry, "person"- said during this morning's newscast that we were in for a chance of rain. He/she/it was correct; it is pouring out. Have you ever heard the sound of rain on a skylight? Let me rephrase: have you ever heard the sound of rain on a skylight directly behind you while you are at work, so that it constantly sounds like someone is coming up behind you while you type away at either a blog, Facebook, or an eBay purchase, and you nearly snap your own neck turning around quickly while- at the same time- blindly moving the cursor to another window, so your boss doesn't see you bidding on an adult-male-sized Tinkerbell costume (slightly used) only to have no one there but the pitter patter of raindrops?

Because that has been my day.

In a slightly unrelated topic of discussion, that above intro paragraph reminds me of one of the most under-appreciated yet most-loved (by me and me alone) tools of writing today: the run-on sentence. When used properly, it is a thing of absolute beauty. All at once sharing the writer's uncontrollable need to spit out every thought and every instinct one after another, faster and faster, with little to no regard of how the "." key feels on the keyboard. It reeks of a maturity far beyond its years; a maturity that is both childishy-playful and borderline learning-disability in adults-ish at the same time. It has the power to make adults weep, and cause migraines in small children. Run-on sentences are awesome.

In short, I love run-on sentences. I love them so much I am going to give them a more proper name: Sixes. That is in honor of Blossom's best friend on that TV show "Blossom", who would talk so fast and with such disregard for even the most simple and antique of punctuation marks- I have to admit- she would turn me on. Just a little. Think young sapling on a windy day. That's how it looked.

I use that comparison because the heavy rain has now turned onto full-on thunderstorm. That does not turn me on. It frightens me. Just a little. So I am going to finish this up, so that I can hide under my desk for the remaining 45 minutes of the day.

Hold me,

Adam "The 'House" Woolhouse