A friend sent me this notice by email this week with the subject line: “not worth the time, but still interesting”
On Wednesday of next week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00in the morning, the time and date will be:
That won’t ever happen again.
You may now return to your (normal ?) life.
Who, I ask, has the time to sit around and think of this stuff? It’s like the list of English palindrones I had gathered a few years ago. Palindrones are phrases which are spelled the same going backward or forwards. Here are a few for your entertainment and amusement. Some of these are just too good to be coincidence! (Wonder why they didn’t name them palinilap or spalinilaps or palindronesenordnilap?)
Step on no pets.
Oh no! Don Ho!
Rise to vote, sir.
Dammit, I’m mad!
Draw, O coward!
Sex at noon taxes.
Yaweh. The way.
Madam, I’m Adam.
Lager, sir, is regal.
Neil A. sees alien!
Was it a rat I saw?
Put Eliot’s toilet up.
Do geese see God?
Enid and Edna dine.
Never odd or even.
Won ton? Not now!
Not a banana baton!
Ned, I am a maiden.
Ma is a nun, as I am.
Too bad, I hid a boot.
Todd erases a red dot.
Flee to me, remote elf.
He lived as a devil, eh?
Poor Dan is in a droop.
Rats live on no evil star.
Panic in a Titanic, I nap.
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.
Ah, Satan sees Natasha.
Evil, all its sin is still alive.
Sit on a potato pan, Otis.
Stab nail at ill Italian bats.
Al lets Della call Ed Stella.
Sore was I ere I saw Eros.
Able was I ere I saw Elba.
Madam in Eden, I’m Adam.
Yawn a more Roman way.
Amy, must I jujitsu my ma?
Gustav Klimt milk vats. Ug!
Star comedy by democrats.
Ten animals I slam in a net.
Plan no damn Madonna LP.
Yo, Bob, mug a gumbo boy!
A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
O, Geronimo, no minor ego!
Eros? Sidney, my end is sore.
Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut.
Dogma in my hymn: I am God.
A dog, a plan, a canal: pagoda.
Golf? No sir. Prefer prison flog.
A tin mug for a jar of gum, Nita.
Draw, O Caesar! Erase a coward!
No, Sir, panic is a basic in a prison.
Damn! I, Agassi, miss again! Mad!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.
Go hang a salami. I’m a lasagna hog.
Dog as a devil deified lived as a god.
Cigar? Toss it in a can, it is so tragic.
O Memsahib, Bart! Rabbi has memo!
Egad! A base tone denotes a bad age.
Yawn. Madonna Fan? No damn way!
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus.
No, Mel Gibson is a casino’s big lemon.
Yo! Beg a clam in an animal cage, boy!
Marge lets Norah see Sharon’s telegram.
Aha, Monica met a mate, Mac, in Omaha.
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
” Ma,” Jerome raps pot top, “spare more jam!”
Go deliver a rat for a tar (oft a rare, vile dog).
Straw? No, too stupid a fad. I put soot on warts.
Elapsed or esteemed, all Ade meets erodes pale.
“Reviled did I live,” said I, “as evil I did deliver.
“Name tarts? No, medieval slave, I demonstrate Man!
No, I save on final perusal–a sure plan, if no evasion.
I, madam. I made radio! So I dared! Am I mad? Am I?
Are we not drawn onward, we few? Drawn onward to new era?
Doc, note. I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on Cod.
Dennis and Edna sinned.
Dennis, Nell, Edna, Leon, Nedra, Anita, Rolf, Nora, Alice, Carol, Leo, Jane, Reed, Dena, Dale, Basil, Rae, Penny, Lana, Dave, Denny, Lena, Ida, Bernadette, Ben, Ray, Lila, Nina, Jo, Ira, Mara, Sara, Mario, Jan, Ina, Lily, Arne, Bette, Dan, Reba, Diane, Lynn, Ed, Eva, Dana, Lynne, Pearl, Isabel, Ada, Ned, Dee, Rena, Joel, Lora, Cecil, Aaron, Flora, Tina, Arden, Noel, and Ellen sinned.
T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad. “I’d assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot toilet.”