Archive for August, 2012


August 14, 2012

Man alive it’s strange not being around here as often as I used to be. I can’t quite pinpoint what the cause is; maybe just enjoying some summer evening laziness? Maybe not feeling creative? Maybe not feeling like I want to be snarky and condescending? No, that can’t be it.

Well, let me bring you up to speed a little. Camping is going as per usual, with just the right amount of rain to make us have to open everything back up when we get home.

As I’ve been observing the days becoming noticeably shorter, I made an admission last night I thought I’d never hear coming from my lips, but I announced that I’m somewhat disappointed in the garden this year. It could be the way it was laid out, or the fact that something (I’m thinking squirrel) ate the rest of my corn. I just hope it was as tasteless as the last few ears remaining I tried to recover and ended up throwing away. Next year, no corn!  Cucumber is the boom crop this year and we have jars and jars of them pickled in a variety of ways as well as bread (and more to come) and we’ve used them in countless other salad-y combinations. The tomatoes are slow to ripen and are getting bored through by whatever also enjoys fresh tomatoes. Even the squash is saying uh-uh, I ain’t a-growin’ this year. But the cantaloupe is sweet and delicious.

Well, it has been announced that Merriam-Webster has updated its word list for the latest edition of their Collegiate Dictionary. Even though some online dictionaries and reference sites already include some of them, Webster’s is just now including them. “F-bomb” is one such entry and even beat Oxford to the punch, who is still considering its inclusion in a forthcoming edition.

Some other words that made the list are: Aha moment (which, if you ask me is a phrase, and not a word, thank you very much!). Sorry Oprah, but this dates back to 1939. Bucket list (2006) which means a list of things to accomplish before one dies. Earworm (1802) had been updated from a blight on corn crops to that annoying song lyric you can’t seem to get out of your head. Energy drink (1904); I’m sure you get what that is. Flexitarian (1998) describes one whose normally meat-free diet might sometimes include meat or fish. Gastropub (1996) which I heard for the first time this past weekend, describes a pub-like establishment with higher quality meals. And this one I can’t believe made it into the tome–Sexting (2007) and means the sending of sexually explicit messages and/or images via cellphone. Man cave (1992) is another. You know, a man’s own space. And reflecting the current financial status of the country there are the following three entries: Systemic risk (1982)–the risk that the failure of one financial institution would cause others to fail and harm the economy as a whole; Toxic (1664), 4: relating to an asset having lost so much value it cannot be sold on the market; Underwater (1672), 3: having a mortgage loan for which more is owed than the property is worth.

I will submit my sister’s word, Stupiotic for the next edition. It kind of means what you think it does and the 2nd definition describes the choices dictionary editors consider words.

There! Now I feel better.

And because I like to help, this is a sure-fire cure for any earworm you have. That, and I just enjoy posting this whenever I can.

Where Will It End?

August 1, 2012

Well, here I am, back after yet another long break One reason is because it’s August 1 and I have a new feature image and monthly quote on my main web page. Check it out! And any new readers feel free to rummage around in there. There’s lots of stuff to see like some of my early writings, the first chapter of my as yet unpublished novel and a serialized account of my family history.

And because I’m back, I have some stuff to get off my chest.

Okay, this Chick-fil-A debacle. People, get over it. So the CEO doesn’t like gay people. And maybe his profits go to organizations against gay rights, but really, if you don’t agree with what he’s doing or like what he stands for, eat somewhere else! Some people don’t like mushrooms, or the color red, but everyone else seems to move along from that. And don’t forget that old misconception from, well, ever, that homosexuals are out to “recruit” people. Well, if this fight with Chick-fil-A continues the way it’s going, it’s going to seem like that’s what’s happening. And since when does the CEO of a fast food restaurant dictate how the rest of society lives?

Mayor Michael Bloomberg…this guy’s a corker. First you know he wants to limit the sale of soda to no more than one 16oz helping per visit to a fast food restaurant to curb obesity. How about a ban on selling video games that keep kids indoors incessantly? How about mandatory daily exercise? How about a personal escort from fast food joint to fast food joint to make sure only one soda gets drunk. I just saw an article that stated that this ban would cut only 63 calories for a single visit. Is that worth all the hullabaloo? I think there are bigger fish to fry.

Now Bloomberg wants a ban on the distribution on baby formulas in hospitals for newborns to promote breast feeding. Not that formula won’t be available on request–it will be distributed like an aspirin would be, but it will be kept under lock and key. In a sense, it kind of takes a woman’s choices away. And babies must be names Michael or Michaela (Michelle only by special permission).

When, oh when, will this governmental interference in every single thing end? Never, as long as the American people keep agreeing to be sheep and follow along with everything that’s handed to them.

And when will some news media outlets stop announcing the winning results of the Olympics before we have a chance to watch them? They know they don’t air until nighttime. Half the fun is in rooting for your team or favorite athlete without knowing the outcome. Otherwises it’s just like watching a movie you’ve already seen before and hoping in some off chance the news report was wrong.