The British call it pancaking. Squirrels call it life enhancing. Others call it heat dumping. Most of the big dictionaries don’t define it, yet. However, it is thought to be of recent coinage, which is nice. Etymology is such a gas. I, myself, stumbled across the term in, of all places, the Washington Post. Apparently, … Continue reading : splooting explained :
: blame it on corn sweat :
It’s a real, honest-to-goodness thing. Corn, the kind that grows on tall, spindly stalks in endless rows of dirt, sweats. It stands quietly in the sunshine exhaling water into the atmosphere through a process called evapotranspiration. Less scientific types call it corn sweat. One measly acre of ripening corn (there are millions in Illinois) can … Continue reading : blame it on corn sweat :
: better days ahead :
Yes, we’re on the backside of summer. Yes, upsetting nonsense keeps happening. And, yes, we’re weary. But, cheer up, buttercups. Better days are headed our way. A whole bunch of them, one right after another, like a convoy of happy. They’ll be here any day now — or soon, at least. I promise. Look at … Continue reading : better days ahead :
: to recogitate :
On first sight, I read recogitate as regurgitate and winced. There’s something truly off-putting about the word regurgitate, don’t you think? But, come to find out, there’s something equally off-putting about the word recogitate. The meanings are frightfully similar. Regurgitate = to spit something out that was partially digested. Recogitate = to think over again. In … Continue reading : to recogitate :
: who should I believe :
My eyes or common sense? I’m suspicious of both, since neither one is reliable. See, I recently received a couple of ‘likes’ on my twitter account from someone purporting to be David Letterman. Remember him? The guy from Late Night — Stupid Pet Tricks, Top Ten lists, Larry “Bud” Melman — that David Letterman, the … Continue reading : who should I believe :
: the thoughts of a neutrino :
That’s me. I’m the neutrino, which is Italian for ‘little neutral one’ and science describes as a little whisp of almost nothing. Add bad hair and that’s me to an absolute t. However, in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t it seem as if we’re all turning into neutrinos? I mean, we’re incredibly abundant critters, … Continue reading : the thoughts of a neutrino :
: a bloody good time :
Guess what I did this morning. I gave blood. It’s one way I can be helpful. So, with spring having arrived, I decided to walk to the Red Cross for my appointment and actually arrived early. Minus my I.D. So I walked back home, grabbed my driver’s license, and walked right back again. To my … Continue reading : a bloody good time :
: an unexpected battleground :
Remember when we used to get on an elevator and everyone stared straight ahead? In awkward, uncomfortable silence? I do. I miss those days, they were good times. Quiet, peaceful, we all minded our own business then. Or pretended to. Sure, there was an occasional sneer. A heavy sigh or two of impatient disgust. A … Continue reading : an unexpected battleground :
the whirly girl 