I have coined a new idiom:
I havenʼt decided what it means yet, but on the surface is sounds both clever and marginally offensive. Iʼll have to come up with a way to work it into polite conversation.
I have coined a new idiom:
I havenʼt decided what it means yet, but on the surface is sounds both clever and marginally offensive. Iʼll have to come up with a way to work it into polite conversation.
It's called a “tech stack” because of how easily it falls over.
I got a new Atari cartridge today. Itʼs the Sears version of Warlords.
Iʼve never played this game, and have no connection to it. But I bought it for three reasons.
A drop in the level of the uterus during the last weeks of pregnancy as the head of the fetus engages in the pelvis.
That doesnʼt sound like a very fun video game.
At Wal-Mart, pipe cleaners are now called “fuzzy sticks.” Iʼm not sure what to blame for this change in terminology. Perhaps:
I guess all of the new people don't know about Sherlock Holmes.
When I lived in Houston the first time, there were many streets in Midtown that still had their historic tile mosaic street signs intact. In the decades I was away, the streets of Midtown were rebuilt, and the old curb signs removed so that the sidewalks could meet A.D.A. standards. Fortunately, the City of Houston decided that instead of throwing away the historic mosaics, it would embed them into the face of the sidewalks to preserve them.
The results is bad. Really bad. What you see above is the result of two things I've observed:
The first point I've learned from actual people. Iʼve met a number of people with this “good enough” attitude, and lack of pride in the things they do. One guy who thought this way bought his wife a used iron from eBay because he thought it was a “good enough” anniversary present.
The second point, I discovered while trying to explain the situation with mining rights on the checkerboard sections of the Navajo Nation. The person I was speaking with had no concept of what I was saying until I showed her what it looked like on a map. Until then, she had no reference for “checkers” or “checkerboard.”
I suspect what happened to the sidewalks of Midtown was a combination of a lack of pride in one's work, combined with a lack of basic knowledge. The result is that it makes the City of Houston, and its people, look stupid to anyone who uses a sidewalk in Midtown.
It seems that my choices are to:
Maybe Iʼll enter my personal financial information later, when Amazon.comʼs system is a little more stable.
The most annoying thing about the 1970ʼs: People who would call Atari cartridges “tapes.”
Today I learned that yellow fever used to be called “American plague,” and syphilis was called “French pox.”
Which is not in any way racist, though “China virus” totally is.
I think the reason that many people on the internet incorrectly put punctuation outside of closing quotation marks is because they donʼt read books.
If you read, youʼre used to seeing it done correctly, and are familiar with it.
This is correct: “Word.”
This is not correct: “Word”.
Donʼt believe me? Open any book.
“China flu” — Racist
“U.K. variant” — Somehow not racist
Fill a bunch of goblets with wine, and youʼre gonna have a good night.
Fill a bunch of goblins with wine, and youʼre gonna have a bad night.
I think itʼs very telling that our society calls immediate video delivery “on demand.” Back when VOD started in the 80ʼs, we called it “on request.” Now itʼs no longer a request, itʼs a demand.
Our society has not improved over time.
Someone doing a survey phoned me today. She asked for my opinion about COVID.
I told her Iʼm against it.
Maybe people wouldnʼt think the world is flat, if journalists went back to saying “around the world” instead of “across the world.”
I guess itʼs just like “fly” goes back to Victorian times. Nothing is new.
I’ve read that pretty much 50% of the idioms in the English language is owed to Shakespeare and the Bible.
Todayʼs coffee is Essence of Santa Fe, from Pinon Coffee.
It supposed to have “subtle hints of creamy caramel and vanilla [to] transport you to the heart of New Mexico.” When I think about coffee in Santa Fe, I think about the seven-foot-tall barista who wrote “Stupid effinʼ latte“ on my cup at breakfast one morning.
The caramel and vanilla are subtle. Almost barely detectable. I tried it both hot-ways and cold-ways, and hot was best. But that may be because I like my coffee the way I like my women: warm and full-bodied. Itʼs good stuff, but I will buy it again if other varieties are sold out.
How bad is political correctness in Britain? A Wikipedia entry mentioning pirate broadcasters calls them “undocumented radio stations.”
Up next: Burglars are “undocumented homeowners.”
The best thing about internet video is that it finally stopped Canadians from pronouncing “DOS” the way Spanish people pronounce “two.”
There should be a word for when youʼre taking a leak, and the cat walks between you and the toilet with his tail raised high, and you end up peeing on your own cat.
I mean other than “Eeeeew.”
There are only two occasions in life when you get to use the word "bevy." Quails and bathing beauties.
Guess which one ran in front of my car today.
Since I live in Las Vegas, the answer may not be as easy as it seems.