Neologisms: shimper(ing), shrimper(ing)
To shrink down or make oneself small out of fear or discomfort. (Molley shrimpers down to be petted, or begins shimpering to go outside.)
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To shrink down or make oneself small out of fear or discomfort. (Molley shrimpers down to be petted, or begins shimpering to go outside.)
Filmmakers too often (usually) just play off stereotypes. They are not overly intellectual or analytical; they work in pictures mostly. They usually go for the utterly intuitive response. (Sells more tickets.)
Nebbish detective Tom Hanks gets more than he bargained for in a partner with the over-the-top if aging Charo. (Is she still alive?) His new partner moves in ("This is not your room!") and empties the fridge, but to wear it on her head in a tasteless dance number.
This blend of Conspiracy Theory, Sling Blade, and Bubba Ho-Tep would be the bastard spawn godchild of the Dumb and Dumber film dynasty.
This movie would be about a curvaceous, pink, red-haired woman who takes lots of bubble baths, spending half her time in the tub and half out of it (sans robe). Targeting the 18-30 male demographic, it wouldn't need a script. [Thanks, LK]
Infinite Regression: Drunk on Text: "Books have a powerful sway over me. For one thing I generally believe and am influenced by the well-written good ones, so you may say that they exercise some control over my mind. Secondly, I also compulsively purchase used books. I have to have more books. You could say that my economics are in part textually oriented. (the good thing here is that I rarely buy new books, the covers are too colorful and you spent as much on a paperback as what you might spend on a nice used hardback in perfect condition). A lot of the words I use, whether writing or speaking, are in my mind because of books. My moods are even influenced by the atmospheres created by the texts I continually immerse myself in."
Magazine Antiques: Absinthe and its artifacts: "The green fairy. The green goddess. The green muse. The parrot. Melted emeralds. Ambrosial poison. These are just some of the metaphors that have been used for absinthe--that green-colored, bitter-tasting, anise-flavored, high-alcohol liqueur that was the 'national drink' of France during la belle epoque. This was the period from the end of the Franco-Prussian War to the beginning of World War I, during which Western Europe experienced relative peace, and both the arts and industry flourished. Absinthe drinking was the inspiration for many literary and visual works of art, and it spawned a huge agricultural and manufacturing industry. But its health and social effects were anything but beautiful. Outlawed in France in 1915 and still not legally consumed there today, (1) absinthe left behind a fascinating story as well as a trail of unique artifacts (now termed absinthiana) that in recent years have become highly collectible."
Wired 13.11: The Mystery of the Green Menace: "Nouvelle-Orléans is just one absinthe formulation Breaux has mastered. He also makes re-creations of pre-ban bottles. He shows me one that he just distilled, based on an Edouard Pernod absinthe, and I'm dying to taste it. Breaux begins to prepare it in the traditional French manner, a process as intricate as a tea ceremony. First he decants a couple of ounces into two widemouthed glasses specially made for the drink. A strong licorice aroma wafts across the table. Then he adds 5 or 6 ounces of ice-cold water, letting it trickle through a silver dripper into the glass. 'Pour it slowly,' he says. 'That's the secret to making it taste good. If the water's too warm, it will taste like donkey piss.'
Accidental Hedonist - The History of Absinthe: "The golden age of Absinthe can be considered to occur between 1870 and 1900.
ADJECTIVE: Inducing the expulsion of gas from the stomach and intestines.
Hazing [by friends] can be good, but (as in all my life) I will choose which hazes to rise up to and which ones to decline. (I don't do cigar bars, for instance. Wait a minute, that could be a bad hazing joke, couldn't it?)
Great minds think alike--but they don't actually say that cliché and laugh as if it were original with them, or funny.
NOUN: 1. An occupation, a trade, or a profession. 2. Work or activity for which a person is particularly suited; one's specialty. See synonyms at forte.
Pronunciation: 'rIt
Pronunciation: 'a-br&-"gAt
Yep, meatspace is a yucky cyberword--like wetware (which the Oxford Compact Dictionary doesn't have). Geeks have such a poor bedside manner, don't they?
So much to do, so little time warp available! (I'd like the one that turns 24 into 48 hours, please.)
I was just letting out Twerpette when I thought I saw something in the top of the clipped myrtle at the edge of the yard. I approached the tree and saw a small (burrowing? elf?) owl. He didn't flee, he did his 360, he was cool.
You have got to be insane to expect lay people to document such a compendium as you state below. No mere mortal will ever do so! So your new approach to tech support is to scare people away now? It's easier to turn Luddite and give up computing than to comply with your draconian data devices below.
Seriously, it seems like half of the entire stock of American Greetings cards at CVS are premised upon poop jokes. How juvenile. (Oh, wait: Greeting card writers are virtually juveniles, since most of them are in their early to mid-twenties -- which these days sometimes amounts to the same thing. Does this make me an old fart?)
Well that's often the purpose of a fair-sized dog then! To make a stranger feel like he's only so much hamburger. ;-) Whereas my dog generally provides only comic relief. :-)
The control-oriented intelligent ones play on the fears of the masses. There are plenty of intelligent but freedom-loving people; in fact, they are the entire reason that society survives despite the despots.
(I've always enjoyed the archaic phrase "to bruit about" or "to bruit far and wide." I now see that not only did I learn the pronunciation wrong -- the Anglo-Saxon brew-it, not the Anglo-Norman brewt or brew-EY) -- but the word in its modern sense describes all those gurgly sounds your throat and stomach make.)
Human sacrifice is not cool. They probably had a priesthood who picked the victims. See what happens anytime an ideology or theology is placed above the welfare of the people who hold it?