Diary: A complaint that is meaningless

[degringolade]

 
The folks in the village use dried corncobs to start a fire

 

 

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This current post came unbidden into my head this morning as I failed yet again to guess the damn “wordle”.  I missed in the way that I hate the worst, having three letters in place early and then going through guessing which of several good choices is the one and going through the guesses with great choices but still “losing”.

Yesterday's pisser was the march through: adieu, laser, panel, camel, label, hazel and not getting to gavel.

Language is hard enough, but I am beginning to think that the simplistic 26 letter sequences that we refer to as words complicates the situation even more.  Couple this with the way-too-flexible usage of the letters to emulate the sounds we grunt as a means of communication and it is a wonder that we manage to accomplish anything at all.