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  1. fergusandthedruid · April 1, 2014

    A/n can mean “abbreviation”, so I suppose something following that internet slang reference, is an abbreviated form of some kind. It can also be acryonym, but I don’t think that’s it… In the first sentence following “A/n:”, the subject is “random thoughts”… most of the other words in the sentence are generic and aren’t likely to stand for anything, except perhaps the verb, “share”. And the second sentence suggests blabbing, or blurting… which goes with the verb in the previous sentence, which makes me think perhaps it does have some value as a clue… curious. I guess I could play Sherlock and pretend you are Moriarty… it’s not like I don’t do that all the time anyway with people… I love mysteries, and trying to solve them. I await further thoughts shared πŸ™‚ I will say though, I totally suspect this may all be a joke, and that what may be given clues about may not be true at all in the end… today is “Don’t Take Anything Interesting Anyone Says Seriously Day” (aka April Fool’s Day) after all!

  2. fergusandthedruid · April 1, 2014

    Ah, “A/n:” also means “author’s note”, which may be what you actually meant by it, as I suspect in just reading your previous post and seeing you used the same notation for something in it. Anyway, fun fun! πŸ™‚

    • anumshafique · April 1, 2014

      LOL, it does mean author’s note… πŸ˜› Hahaha

    • anumshafique · April 1, 2014

      Mystery solved. πŸ™‚

      • fergusandthedruid · April 1, 2014

        Ah, I thought so. Sorry I solved it so fast. In truth, I’ve been reading your blogs for awhile and suspected I was reading poetry written by Lady Moriarty for some time, but was uncertain how to approach the subject of your identity and if it was something that would be welcome, as ladies who veil themselves are either:

        1) Getting married and focused on the celebration
        2) Mourning and focused on the loss
        3) Hiding themselves from the prying eyes of the world for religious or personal reasons.

        I suspected I was right, and that it was for the latter reason of the third, and sought to respect your privacy. Still I commented the other day, as you wrote on a topic that pained my heart, and I took it as an opportunity to possibly converse with a plausible Moriarty freely as if you were not her, in hopes we could converse harmoniously and mostly naturally without your cover blown, and without you struggling with the pride we spoke of and us both grappling with pride in what we know and can prove and what the other can’t, or rather with what I suspected, not what I actually knew… I wanted to be humble, pride is a beast I don’t like to release, but often do with people who don’t make an idol out of truth as I do… It’s very sad, our Elementary (tv show) history… I sought to take my own advice from this haiku I wrote last December in that conversation:

        “Only Sow What Ye Seek Reaped (Haiku)”
        by Ry Hakari

        The golden rule through
        serving silver as platinum,
        all friendship’s precious

        Make all friendships new
        drawing nearer those held dear,
        strangers, as jewels

        Gilding friendships gold,
        is not returning silence
        with quiet echoed!

        I am surprised that you have posted as you have today though, and have been so bold as to say I have solved the mystery… I am a tad suspicious that you may actually be an associate of Moriarty, and that this may be an April Fool’s joke…. but, as I confessed I suspected that possibility from the start, thus I sacrificed my right to be indignant should I find that Sherlock has been played in a game of cat and mouse, and the mouse tracks I have followed were actually a decoy, and you are actually a lioness that has led me into a den of illusion… I would only have myself to blame, but perhaps the curious cat I have played, has 9 lives worth of fight and agile prowess to match a mighty lioness, and may not only know there’s more than one way skin a cat, but also know dozens of ways to avoid every way known.. I am satirizing myself for fun, talking with you is taking a very fun turn, and I am not actually on the defensive, just poking fun at the idea that an alley cat like me could be so pretentious to think I’m the king of the urban jungle… my street smarts are liable to get me skid marks in the street, if I actually had such an attitude….

        I am just playing off your request for allegories, metaphors and wordplay to be shared in comments, as per the “Author’s Note” from your prior post at https://atopsyturvyworld.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/atlantean-betrothal/ πŸ™‚

        β€œLife is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.”
        ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

        • anumshafique · April 4, 2014

          Wow, that comment was more entertaining to read than my post! Thank you for such thorough use of the theme! πŸ™‚ As far as the ‘mystery’ is concerned, the post and the A/n: are sort of separate entities. The mystery in the post is unfortunately not for anyone to solve, and if indeed that no one does solve it, then I guess being caught is only fair. πŸ˜›

          Take care!

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