1. Feed for livestock, especially coarsely chopped hay or straw.
2. Raw material, as for artistic creation.
3. A consumable, often inferior item or resource that is in demand and usually abundant supply: romantic novels intended as fodder for the pulp fiction market.
It's true that anything can be used as material for my blog. Mr. Farklepants was home for all of 20 minutes when I retired to the
computer upstairs and left him in charge of our minions. The following is what was heard from down below:
BANG! BANG! KERPLUK! BANG! BOUNCE!
Mr. Farklepants: (straight to yelling do not pass go do not collect $200) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?
Girl-Child: (enthusiastically!) Playing handball!!
Boy-Child#2: (assessing the situation) Playing handball?
Mr. Farklepants: (incredulous) WTH?! Stop it! You don't play handball in the house!
Tootsie: (upstairs and muttering to herself) No. No you don't play handball in the house. He's right on that. Never mind that you [Mr. Farklepants] were playing football in the house with them just days ago. I can't understand where'd they get an idea that indoors is good enough for any kind of ball.
Friday, February 8, 2008