Metaphor for the Moon

Mmm. Tonight, I am full of corned beef and still grinning from seeing cute kids (and talented older kids) do Irish dancing at the Seattle Center. I bring to you a link, and also a new edition of Fun with Google: Unnecessary Metaphors.

First, the link. I am not the only person to talk about about how narratively interesting reality TV is. Here talks about the Food Network show Chopped, and how it applies to writing.

Now for Fun with Google: Unnecessary Metaphors. You may recall that after “metaphor for cheese” randomly started showing up in my website stats as a search result that had brought people to the website, I started courting it. Metaphor for cheese and all its variations has been surpassed for that last few months by metaphor for bears, though that one was a slow build that I thought might not take off. But it’s time for a new one. Thus!

Metaphor for the Moon:

The moon is like an expensive restaurant, in that it gives everything an indefinable sort of romantic ambiance, and you think wow, this is awesome, and also romantic, and everything’s soft and glowing and then you realize that what use is ambiance when you can’t read the goddamn menu or see that root sticking up in the path on your moon-lit walk and so it’s great to gaze at, but not as much fun to try to find your way back to the cabin when all the trees look the same or actually eat there when you can’t see what you’re eating.