Fenchurch

The thought that I should try this meme (I don't do memes) crept into the back of my head, wandered around for a bit and then bounced up and down on my cortex before slithering off for a cup of tea and a relaxing shower.

Just to keep it quiet and give the other voices a chance I decided I should try it out. Apparently:

I write like
Douglas Adams

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Edited to add: Just to test the accuracy of the analyzer, I tried some Dimpler Towers text. People have told me that there is a Vivian Stanshall vibe going on there, others have suggested something between Pratchett and Wodehouse. The analyzer tells me it's more like Dan Brown.

Thank you and good night.

Fenchurch

The thought that I should try this meme (I don't do memes) crept into the back of my head, wandered around for a bit and then bounced up and down on my cortex before slithering off for a cup of tea and a relaxing shower.

Just to keep it quiet and give the other voices a chance I decided I should try it out. Apparently:

I write like
Douglas Adams

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Edited to add: Just to test the accuracy of the analyzer, I tried some Dimpler Towers text. People have told me that there is a Vivian Stanshall vibe going on there, others have suggested something between Pratchett and Wodehouse. The analyzer tells me it's more like Dan Brown.

Thank you and good night.

Fenchurch (ii)

The fun of anything with coding in it is that you can subvert it. I tried another piece of text and was told that it was in the style of Raymond Chandler. I can live with that as much as I can live with the earlier result that suggested I write in a style not dissimilar to Douglas Adams

( But then I edited the code... )

Fenchurch (ii)

The fun of anything with coding in it is that you can subvert it. I tried another piece of text and was told that it was in the style of Raymond Chandler. I can live with that as much as I can live with the earlier result that suggested I write in a style not dissimilar to Douglas Adams

( But then I edited the code... )

Gastropod

A little rain then, and THEY come.

The detritus of previous visitations was there to see already: sad little shells scattered in the earth in the flower beds, but no snails. A plant here or there, leaves reduced to frames, but no sign of the little buggers themselves.

It's been sunny, see. Sunny and hot. They don't like that, they prefer it cool and damp. That's THEIR time, probably more so after dark...

So we eat our dinner and realise it's raining outside. Not heavily, but rain nonetheless. It's cool and quite pleasantly overcast. And THERE, there on the lettuce, SNAILS! Scarfing back succulent leaves in a gastropoidal, snailish feeding frenzy. Further down the garden is an ocean of rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. But NO. Rocket will not do: it has to be lettuce.

Well, my friends, no more. They were unceremoniously removed, releaved of their free repast and cast down the garden where they can cull the rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. Far more than they can possibly eat.

Still, they didn't get their maws on the tomatoes or the chillis.

Gastropod

A little rain then, and THEY come.

The detritus of previous visitations was there to see already: sad little shells scattered in the earth in the flower beds, but no snails. A plant here or there, leaves reduced to frames, but no sign of the little buggers themselves.

It's been sunny, see. Sunny and hot. They don't like that, they prefer it cool and damp. That's THEIR time, probably more so after dark...

So we eat our dinner and realise it's raining outside. Not heavily, but rain nonetheless. It's cool and quite pleasantly overcast. And THERE, there on the lettuce, SNAILS! Scarfing back succulent leaves in a gastropoidal, snailish feeding frenzy. Further down the garden is an ocean of rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. But NO. Rocket will not do: it has to be lettuce.

Well, my friends, no more. They were unceremoniously removed, releaved of their free repast and cast down the garden where they can cull the rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. Far more than they can possibly eat.

Still, they didn't get their maws on the tomatoes or the chillis.