I’ll be back soon. I’m in the middle of a huge project at work, so I haven’t had any time to write.
It’s Sunday, and I’m at work at 9:00am! How sick is that?
I’ll tell you. It’s pretty damned sick.
New stuff in the next couple days…
See you then.
Bye for now.
This is my 100th post.
That is all.
Justis’s Valentine’s Day “To Do” List:
1. Shave my back.
2. Buy quality chocolates - the big bag with Krackle® and Special Dark®.
3. Get a bottle of fine wine - freshness counts! 2001 vintage or newer!
4. Find Air Supply’s Greatest Hits CD.
5. Dress nicely - clean jeans without holes.
6. Leave little surprise love letters for her to find throughout the day (e.g., on the refrigerator door, the vacuum cleaner, dishwasher, etc.)
7. Tell her I’d marry her all over again - even if her visa hadn’t been about to expire.
Dear Mr. President,
As war with Iraq approaches inevitability, I still find myself confused over a few minor matters that I was hoping you could clear up before the killing starts:
1. Where is Osama bin Laden?
2. Who was behind the Anthrax mailings of Autumn 2001?
3. Why are we more worried about Iraq, a nation that may have an emerging nuclear program, than we are about North Korea who already has nuclear weapons, and has threatened to use them against other nations, including the US, and is currently testing a missle capable of delivering a warhead to the US mainland?
4. Why are we more concerned about Iraq, a nation that may have links to Al Qaida, than we are about countries like Eqypt, Syria, and Saudi Arabia who are known to have links to Al Qaida?
Anyway, Mr. President, if you could get back to me on that in the next few weeks, that would be great. Please excuse me if you are too busy writing the Patriot Act II, which I have no doubt already violated by writing this letter.
Sincerely,
Justis
People suffering from Temporal Lobe Epilepsy often exhibit symptoms such as sexual disinterest, hypergraphia (obsessive compulsion to write), and zealous interest in religion and/or morality.
By examining the enamel on one’s teeth, it is possible to determine where that person spent his/her childhood.
From Reuters (via CNN):
“Different ratios of oxygen isotopes form on teeth in different parts of the world”
By evaluating this signature of isotope ratios, it can be determined where a person lived while his/her adult teeth were forming.
Since I’m on the whole subject of words lately, I started thinking about words I dislike. These are common words that I hate to say or hear said. I have no explanation for this.
Bequeath
Creamy
Lather
Luxurious, Luxuriant
Meal
Normalcy
Organic (when describing anything but a carbon-based compound)
Panties
Scrumptious
Smoothy
Succulent
Sumptuous
Synergy (Syngeristic, Synergize)
Zany
Zesty
America has a problem with foul language. It’s tearing at the very fabric of society, turning us all into a nation of rude, self-righteous bastards.
It’s not that we are cursing too often or gratuitously; not at all. It’s that we’re not cursing often enough. Yes that’s right. I urge you all to go out and start using the A-word, the B-word, the C-word, the D-word, and the rainbow of colorful E through Z words that comprise the vulgar vernacular.
“But, Justis,” you say, “if I did that, why I’d be no better than those potty-mouths on the MTV and the rock and roll music!”
Au contraire, mon petit concombre! Mais Non! Pas du tout.
Please, excuse my french, but I’m really passionate about this. The problem is not with the foul of mouth, but rather with those of us who are offended by it. Words, in and of themselves, have no power. I could stand at the top of the world and scream the F-word at the top of my lungs and nothing would happen. The F-word has no innate power. The only power it has lies in the minds of others. In fact, merely by calling it “the F-word” I just gave it more power. The mystique continues because I won’t print the word fuck on my website.
Now that I wrote it, your eye is drawn to it. In fact, your mind probably picked out that word before you even finished reading the sentence. It’s not a particularly long word. I didn’t write it in bold or italic print. But still it jumps out at you clearer than the word “bucket” for example. I just typed out a simple four-letter word, completely free of any derogatory context of any kind. But I guarantee that at least one person who reads this will wish I hadn’t.
Perhaps some historical context will help explain my point a bit further. See, most words we consider “bad words” entered the english language with the Norman invasion of England, circa 1066 CE. The Normans considered themselves a higher class of people than the resident Anglo-Saxons. As the Normans comprised the upper caste, Norman terms were considered polite, while the Saxon words were considered base and crass. So, everytime you get upset upon hearing a “curse word”, you’re actually just perpetuating racism based on a medieval class struggle. That makes you a big ol’ Nazi.
And nobody likes a Nazi.
I’m just sayin’…
Bye for now.
Godspeed, Columbia:
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