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I was doing some editing here last night and finally noticed a comment left by an individual which I had somehow missed. Rather than think that I am ignoring you I will post thy comment here:
***I drove past the WASHINGTON: 9mi. sign twice last night, and would have been one of the people who slowed down to check out your ramshackle carpentry, but a twenty-mile side trip seemed a little excessive.
I recall seeing some pictures of Mt. Doom on this thing at some point, so I feel relatively secure in my beliefs that you are capable of digital photography. Enough description! Enough prosody! The people demand visual evidence of your mad w00dworkin' s***
Pretty sure I knew who the individual was even though h3 didn't sign his name, but in any event I looked up "prosody" to make sure it was even a word and came up with this:
pros·o·dy 
( P ) Pronunciation Key (pr
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-d
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n. pl. pros·o·dies
- The study of the metrical structure of verse.
- A particular system of versification.
So there you have it. Back to the comment at hand, I will prosodize some more. I think, if you were so close to Washington as to be at the 9 miles sign, there is no excuse for not coming to see the behemoth of monstrous plywood in person. You can't get any closer to Washington than that. Without being here, I mean. The blame for this missed opportunity lies solely on you and the car you were driving, which could have led you down the road despite your wishes though, most likely, it didn't want to shake apart its frame and die from pothole over-exposure.
More to the point: Pictures. First I wanted to make sure the structure was finished. Then I lost the camera. Then I needed batteries for the camera. Then it kept being dark out when I thought of taking a picture. But yes, I am capable of digital photography, after a fashion. And so here, for the millions of readers out there, is the Washington Shooger Howse.
Okay, so I didn't use the word "prosody" within the strict boundaries of
its actual denotation. I consider the willful manipulation of language to
my own ends to fall within the boundaries of the "rights, honors, and
privileges thereunto" of my B.A. in Poetic License. So there.
Response
to the photos #1: It's taller than I expected.
Response to the photos
#2: The flag definitely makes the whole thing work.
PS: My nam3 shows up above my comments, so I've never felt the need to sign them.
I fully understand the need to modify the English language to fit the
circumstances, though I suspect you didn't get a B.A. in Poetic License. I
suspect you had to take extra tests to get the License, and also be
fingerprinted and such like. And I stand corrected on the supposed
Anonymous comment. I was in Administration mode when I saw the comment
though and the poster apparently doesn't show up there. Aren't you proud
of me that I could figure out who you were anyway? :)
Its tallness is by accident. It was also alittle annoying since neither of us are very tall and the snow makes ladder climbing precarious. The flag is the Maori Tino Rangatiraranga flag of sovereignty.