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Name: Jason
Birthday: 2/21/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Sailing, Metric tons of chocolate, love, Alexander Supertramp, Alaska, Newness, Mclaren ESI, God, Seeing God, mustaches, movement, Extravagant Love, Abundance
Expertise: playing games, going overboard, atlatling, dreaming, Tecmo Super Bowl, the Future, Hershey's Kisses, time & space
Occupation: Student
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Word of the day Sunday August 26th, 2007
sotto voce
1: under the breath : in an undertone; also : in a private manner
2: very softly, used as a direction in music
I'm not wearing any underpants," whispered Nate sotto voce, "but I'm not telling everyone yet so please don't say anything."
The day after learning the meaning of sotto voce I came across it while reading an article, then 2 days after that I saw this store.
Reason enough isn't it?
Question: What practical application does the word of the day calendar have for your life?
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| Answer: Red Poop Livin' the dream: Yesterday I went to eat a Turkish restaurant. It was the most amazing experience of my life. Not because of the food, but because the toilet seat was heated. Forget having a urinal in my future house, now it’s a heated seat all the way! Broham’s Wife: The other night I was at a conference at church. The speaker instructed us to greet someone we didn’t know, so I went over to an old lady sitting by herself and this happened… Me: Hi, I’m Jason. Old Lady: I’m Sara, Abraham’s wife he he he… Me: Ha ha, so how’s he doing? Sara: … Me: … Me: Where you at the conference last night? I know Rick was speaking, but I was wondering if he spoke on the History of Morningstar, I really want to hear that. Sara: I was here, but I don’t remember. Me: That’s ok. Sara: OH! Rick, Rick spoke last night. Me: …oh…thanks… Vielen Gluck: Last night one of my roommates asked a girl out. It’s not uncommon for that to happen. She rejected him which, to say the least, is not uncommon. It was your standard rejection spiel, I’ve got a boyfriend in Germany, I really respect that you were bold enough to ask me, our personalities don’t mesh, you’d be annoyed with me, etc. In a last ditch effort at consolation she said “Good luck finding a girlfriend better than me.” Yeah, that didn’t come out right at all. Question: What happens after consuming half a watermelon? | | |
| One of the best thing about dogs is they like to be tricked.
What dog doesn't go crazy when it see's a tennis ball in your hand?
At that point the best thing you can do is windup and fake a throw.
Few experiences are better than watching Rover chase down the nonexistent thrown tennis ball.
Honestly, I don't think Rover minds.
He just likes the attention, he just wants to be wanted.
I've been doing school work at the computer. To keep myself entertained I decided to pound on the wall, which simulates the sound of someone knocking on the door.
The next thing I know, I hear one of my roommate's doors open, followed by excited footsteps parading down the stairs to the front door. The door opened, there was a pause. The door shuts and dejected footsteps echo up the stairs.
This has happened twice in the past 45 minutes.
Roommates want to be wanted.
Roommates like to be tricked.
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| "You're out of your element Donny!"
What If:
What would happen if the lint catcher in the dryer was never
cleaned?
Would it catch on fire, blowup, get lint all over your
cloths, stop drying your clothes all together?
I wonder if anyone has ever dared to try. I bet the type of person who takes the tags
off of mattresses could be convinced to try this.
$3.45:
That’s how much money God owes me.
Today I took my truck to get the radiator repaired and I
just told God I really wanted it to cost less than $300. The total bill was 303.44.
Needless to say we’re not on speaking terms right now.
Hey buddy, you better have my money by the 17th or
I don’t know what.
Podcasts:
Podcasts are great.
You really need to start listening to This American Life, it’s free to download each week’s episode, and
you can easily burn it onto a CD and listen to it in the car.
Seriously, this show is not only funny and entertaining, but
at times deeply spiritual. It’s not that
the producers intend to be spiritual, but they just dig so deep that they can’t
help but hit something true.
I also, download Furled
Sails and Travel with Rick Steves. Neither is as good as TAL, but they’re ok
and they cover two topics I’m rather interested in, travel and sailing.
Wine Joke:
Both I and my roommate Kris work at restaurants that serve a
lot of wine. So we’ve been learning a
lot about it, at times it seem ridiculous.
For example, a good Sauvignon Blanc will have a grassy or cat pee nose
to it.
The other day Kris was in the bathroom peeing and I heard a
loud clanging sound, followed by "Crap!"
I figured the toilet seat had fallen down midstream and Kris pee must
have splattered everywhere. I went in to
assess the damage and saw Kris’s wine key (tool used for opening wine bottles) lying
at the bottom of the toilet. After much
debate and "psyching out" he reached in and pulled it out, followed by a
washing that would have made his mother proud.
Punchline:
"Sir, Why do all the wines taste like Sauvignon Blanc?" 
Word of the day
calendar…an opus:
Given the technically didactic nature of my calendar I have morphed
in a vocabulary cockalorum of magnificent proportions. Oh how I long for a grammatical ombudsman
full of constructive animadversions to doughtily administer intellectual lavations. Am I fey?
Do I encroach upon the predication?
Perhaps the slipshod nature of my turbid syntax lends itself to doggerel
prose. It is only a step as I devise my
emprise, yet still inchoate.
Word of the day
calendar…useless:
Baconian n: one
who believes that Francis Bacon wrote the works usually attributed to
Shakespeare.
I can’t imagine a situation where this word would actually
be necessary. Do people like this even exist? | | |
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