Butt Crackn.: The small opening at the top of the car window allowing smokers to dislodge the ash from the tip of a cigarette What words do you secretly use to describe things?
Here’s a pointless game. I’ll use song lyrics to ask a question, and you try to find lyrics from a different song that fit as an answer to the question. Here’s an example to get the creative juices flowing. “If I was a dancer, where would I dance?” ( Psychosis , The Refreshments) “In a happy little foreign town, where the stars hung upside down…” ( We Danced Anyway , Deanna Carter) The first person to answer the question can then add a question of their own, to be answered by ensuing comments. Assuming anyone actually tries this, I’ll try to publish the comments immediately to make things less confusing. Okay, here’s the question. I’ll make it an easy one: “Who do you love?” ( Love, Come Lighten My Load , Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers) [answer:]"I'm in love with Stacy's Mom." [next question:] "Everybody loves a clown, so why don't you?" [answer:] "Send in the clowns." [next question:] "Why do birds suddenly appear, ever...
I just had an age-old unsolved question brought up by Brooke . She asked me how my name is supposed to be pronounced, which is something I occasionally have pondered with no clear answer. Is it one syllable or two? I do know that if it’s two syllables you’d better emphasize the first one, because I’m not a girl. But is the vowel just a long O sound, or is it a diphthong morphing from the O sound to a “wuh” sound? At any rate, I decided it’s my prerogative to mandate the pronunciation of my name. So what should I do? One syllable, two syllables, plain O sound or “jowuhl”?
I'm fascinated by the way people are afraid to disagree sometimes. For example, sometimes I hear someone voice an opinion, and I'll offer a contrasting one—not to be argumentative, just to explain that I see things differently. Then the other person will sometimes try to agree with me or come up with something conciliatory to say. This also happens with food. It's perfectly fine if my wife doesn't like smoked gouda. She doesn't need to apologize about it (but sometimes she does anyway). I mean, it's nice that we don't want to offend other people. But we have every right to our own opinion. If you hate this post, that's great! I want to hear all about it.
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v.: To avoid a police officer you know is going to pull you over for speeding by switching lanes and exiting the freeway.
n.: Joel's latest blog entry.
banana wax: the gross stuff that remains on your teeth and mouth when you eat a banana that is not ripe enough.
snain: really wet, rainy snow coming down fast, but not necessarily with wind (which would be sleet). (in jen's dictionary)
the forbidden hour: 4:00am. Too early to wake up, and too late to still be up.
wait, is that what i call it? forbidden? why? hmm.. i'll have to think about that one.
I think I have many, many more, weirdly.
http://www.artisfree.com/jenslog/2006/02/ill-chew-on-pineapple-bone.html