Gnome (nome or no’-mee): One of several terms describing short, pithy sayings. Others include adage, apothegm, maxim, paroemia, proverb, and sententia.
“If you can’t find your whey, try cream cheese.” My hobby is making pithy sayings. They had to be “brief and forceful” to qualify: “If you can’t stand the heat, stick your head in the freezer,” Another home run! “Drink the whole bottle of gin if you want to die,” I lust saved another life. I’m on a roll. “If you can’t read a map, stay home.” You won’t get lost now! “It only takes one match to burn your house down,” You won’t hear sirens now!
I’m writing a book. It’s called “A Garden of Gnomes.” It contains 14,000 pithy sayings I’ve written over the past 2 months. I’m so good at writing sayings I call myself “The Saying King” on the dating site I frequent, “Muskrat Love” named with permission after the song of the same title. It makes the little muskrat sounds when you log in.
So far, in six months, I have dated one woman. She stole my computer and TV and disappeared. I have video monitors all over my house, so I got her image leaving in the middle of the night with my computer and TV. She slept fully clothed on my couch, so she was able to leave without arousing suspicion. The images I gathered did not match her headshot on “Muskrat Love.” I had a couple of good images from my cameras and ran them through my facial recognition software. I entered my zip code and started the program. An alert signal went off! The program had found her.
She was the “Egg Lady” who sold eggs by the side of my road. Freda Chernobyl. She had moved here from Russia last summer. She was unmarried. I called her on the phone and told I knew everything. She gasped and asked me not to tell the police. I told her I had taken pity on her and she could keep my computer and TV on one condition: that we go on a date again & that she bring a dozen eggs. Actually, that’s two conditions.
She showed up at my door wearing a balaklava. She told me she didn’t want anybody to know she was dating me. I let it pass. We went to a Polish restaurant and had a good time, and maybe, a little too much Polish beer and vodka. We had to take an Uber home.
It was about a 15 minute drive. Her house was just down the road from mine—a five-minute walk. I turned to go and she told me to stay for awhile. Inside, the house was filled with appliances stacked along the walls. I pointed it out, and she said “Oh that. I rent out storage space to make extra money. Eggs aren’t all that lucrative.” That sounded plausible to me. (“Plausibility is 9/10 of the truth.”)
When I woke up on her kitchen floor, the house was empty and Freda was nowhere to be found. I got to my house just in time to see a Ryder truck driving away. (“When your truck is loaded, drive it.”)
Freda and her boyfriend Alexi were apprehended before they got out of town. Freda was not a real egg lady. It was a front for her criminal activities—it was a big yolk. Ha ha. Freda and Alexi are in jail for 6 months each. Freda was put in charge of the chicken coop where she supplies the mess hall with eggs. She also supplies black market eggs to inmates to throw at their enemies. (“An egg in the nest is worth two in the chicken.”)
I signed my book contract today. I will get $1.00 per book for the next ten years, thereafter, I’ll get $1.75. There was a $5,000 set up fee. I think I got ripped off. (“All that glitters is not glitter.”)
I’ll end with a few more choice gnomes:
“Itch where it scratches.”
“Fire and water make hot beverages.”
“When it’s dark, turn on the light.”
“If life gives you lemons, throw them away.”
“Truth is a slave-master. Lies will set you free.”
“If you don’t like the way you look, stop looking.”
“If you’re going like a house afire, get a hose,”
Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)
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