Save the Words

Do you wake up late at night because you can’t figure out how to find a way to live where you don’t feel like one of those goldfish? You know… the goldfish that you win in a carnival and it is in a bowl and it is fine for a while, but then one day you look at the fish and it is at the top of the water with his little fish mouth gaping open, constantly struggling for air…

You are probably just tormented by all the dying words taking up all the oxygen in the air. According to The New Science of the Birth and Death of Words from the Wall Street Journal, words are shriveling up and dying all around you. Most of us are too desensitized by the noise and bustle of the world to notice.

Did you know that more than half of our language is dark matter? Words are struggling at a rapid clip not to disappear for ever into this vast pit of non-use. I can hear them screaming. Worse yet, not even new words are safe. Once a word is born, gets about 30-50 years in the sunlight, and then begins its gradual decline into “marginal utility.”

Have you used the word “Roentgenogram” lately? No, of course you haven’t. Because it is DEAD. Thanks to everyone going around saying “X-ray,” roentgenogram is never to be heard from again. I hope you will recognize your part in killing this word. I for one, am going to do my part to prevent these words from slipping off the cliff into oblivion, by providing you with this helpful t-shirt.

logolepsy n. -an obsession with words

It may be too late for “Roentgenogram,” but I think we can all do our part for “logolepsy.”

Oh golly! Gee, damn! (Or, how to watch a movie with Twitter and vodka)

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So last night was Sarcastic Movie Night. Which you know, if you follow me on Twitter. You probably wanted to kick me in the head last night, actually, if you follow me on Twitter. SORRY. Sarcastic Movie Night! Only fun for people participating!

Here’s the genesis of Sarcastic Movie Night. I tweeted a while ago about whipped cream vodka, which I’d had in a mixed drink out one night with my friend C.

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How to Solve Problems with Internet Piracy

Today, I felt the need to steal as much Internet as possible before the SOPA kicks in. I did post a Goofy t-shirt with an image I stole from the Disney Company, but they haven’t come after me for it yet. I have been listening for the sirens all day. I need to find victims a little closer at hand.

My blog doesn’t have any good pictures in it. Ken has a blog (lahikmajoe) with wonderful pictures in it. He is actually quite the photographer. So, I decided to steal some pictures from Ken’s blog. Imagine my disappointment when I get to his blog with the specific goal of stealing pictures, and all he has on there is some car that apparently had a run in with a slab of meat. I’m trying to STEAL things here. Very disappointing!

So then I think to myself, I will go to Jamie’s blog (I Thought This Would Be Easier). Her entire blog is beautiful, maybe I can lift the whole thing. When I arrive at Jamie’s blog, I realize that there is a blog post about an actual car IN a meat market. But, guess what… she has no picture! I think I see what needs to be done here.

Dear Jamie… here is your missing photograph from the car in the meat market:
where to store your meat « lahikmajoe

windscreen meat

Dear Ken… here is your missing explanation for the meat windshield:
There’s a whole CAR in the meat market!! « I Thought This Would Be Easier

THE BIG ASS BLUE JEEP SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ALL THE ACTION. CRAPS. Epic fail.

Enjoy your stolen Internets. I feel like freaking ROBIN HOOD! Yea me!

SOPA

Uh oh... I'm an Internet Pirate

I got this image from Google and put it up through WordPress. The Disney Company is VERY serious about this whole copyright thing. Don’t go painting Mickey and Donald on your daycare wall. They will make you take it down. I can feel them out there looking for me now.

Dear SOPA… do you know who else censors the Internet? Communist China, that’s who. They do, right? It is really hard to look this stuff up with Wikipedia down.

TWITTER!!!!

Twitter is full and I am locked out. I have no backup plan of where to put all the random crap that pops into my head.

I am IMPORTANT over there, Twitter! LET ME IN!!!

I just realized I can’t even post this blog to Twitter. Somebody please let me in. I’ll be quiet, I promise!

Ants on a Branch

First of all, I would like to say that I haven’t even quoted Steven Pinker yet and he has took most of the brunt for my opinions. Congrats to Steven Pinker, I might add. Also, this has been a very long day ending a very long week, so I might be rather drunk at typing.

That said, my mom was cozying up next to me and saying snacky-snack, while chewing loudly on an actual snack. I told her my laptop was broken and came in here. According to Steven Pinker, she is supposed to be the grandmother supporting the next generation. However, I shell out the bucks for after-school care. Sometimes my only solace is the kind logical words of Desmond Morris calling us the human animal, or Steven Pinker describing the odd logic of the brain.  You know what, Pinker has got bad press lately, let’s go there. Every quote from here on is from his book, How the Mind Words.

Rule 1. You think with your brain.

The truth is, that whether you chose to be creative with them or not, the chemicals in your brain rule you. You think with your brain. Every action you take during the day, and every word you type with you hand, depends on it. Accepting that, the problem with emotions is that they are “designed to propagate copies of the genes that built them rather an to promote happiness, wisdom or moral values.” Emotions can be “damaging to the actor’s happiness in the long run, uncontrollable, and impervious to persuasion.”  Our emotions are not engineered for our happiness, yet we are dependent on them to fuel our daily perceptions of the world.

Rule 2. Your brain was created by DNA

The cold truth is that our emotions do betray us. Our emotions rely on goals to tell us what to do. “Without goals, the very concept of intelligence is meaningless. Of course, the “Brain’s goal is not reproduction itself.” You must have one goal at al time, matched to the likelihood of achieving that goal… otherwise, if it is too much of of reach. You don’t want to lose the state of flow. (You see… I knew being objective would work out for me).

Rule 3. Your brain wants you to like those uppity women at your kid’s day care

The truth is that each “human emotion mobilizes the mind and body to meet one of the challenges of living and reproduction in the cognitive niche.” Emotions train us to be social creatures and adapt to one another.

Our brains are only a part of the DNA that struggles so hard and long to survive. That DNA is creative. It mixes and matches parts at a gamble. You see, Einstein, God DOES play dice with the universe. He will mix and match to the utmost extreme. Even until you become so good at logic, you forgo social interaction. DNA mixes the crap out of stuff just to see what will take. It doesn’t give a shit if we are happy. Emotions are brain chemicals. Brain chemicals are created by the DNA. Created by the very same DNA that wants to produce itself. Who is in control here? We are ants on a branch.

Rule 4. People who distort logic to their own ends will always win.

I just wanted to pick a fight. I’m actually creative myself. You see, I like to make these bracelets with beads. Apologies. Oh, wait… forgot I am making said bracelets to look hot. Back to Rule 1.

One more note from Steven Pinker, “The emotions are mechanisms that set the brain’s highest-level goals. Once triggered by a propitious moment, and emotion triggers the cascade of subgoals and sub-subgoals.” So, maybe it is true you get what you wish for, or think most about. Pick your next goal carefully, your brain may be watching.

Rule 5. If you made it this far, you win.

Onions: Friend or FOE?

First, I would like to thank @debihen for sending me an invaluable article about the benefits and perils of onions. I have been undecided about onions for quite some time now. I like the idea of onions, but sometimes, people get carried away. Especially when they put raw onions in my potato salad without even asking me if I would enjoy having bad breath for an entire day, or being dead. I suppose they are only assuming I have recently been clipping coupons in order to purchase 800 containers of Tic Tacs, or a coffin. This is rarely the case.

As it turns out, onions are saving lives. Or trying to kill you. Let’s look at the facts:

In 1919 when the flu killed 40 million people there was this doctor that visited the many farmers to see if he could help them combat the flu. Many of the farmers and their family had contracted it, and many died.

The doctor came upon this one farmer, and to his surprise, everyone was very healthy.   When the doctor asked what the farmer was doing that was different, the wife replied that she had placed an unpeeled onion in a dish in the rooms of the home, (probably only two rooms back then). The doctor couldn’t believe it and asked if he could have one of the onions and place it under the microscope. She gave him one and when he did this, he did find the flu virus in the onion. It obviously absorbed the bacteria, therefore, keeping the family healthy.

I know you are thinking what kind of doctor carries around a microscope around from farm to farm in the year 1919, but I assure you it was very practical matter at the time. What they did not tell you was that the family was a family of extreme coupon clippers and the wife had just bought 800 onions because they were buy one get one free. But none of this matters. This family was indeed saved by onions; therefore, onions are our friends.

Call off the medical research teams and pull out the chef knives. The key to survival is onions.

Let’s look at the next key piece of evidence.

Now, I heard this story from my hairdresser in AZ. She said that several years ago many of her employees were coming down with the flu and so were many of her customers. The next year she placed several bowls with onions around in her shop. To her surprise, none of her staff got sick. It must work….Try it and see what happens. We did it last year and we never got the flu.

Personally, I have placed cut onions around my desk at work, and I have not caught the flu as of yet. Actually, I didn’t have onions handy from the outset and had to start off with cut rutabagas, but that hardly seems relevant. As soon as any germ carrying members of my office come around, I can see them scurrying away, obviously terrified by the onions. They work great.

However, I have recently begun to worry that the onions on my desk are trying to kill me, and not without good reason:

Lots of times when we have stomach problems we don’t know what to blame. Maybe it’s the onions that are to blame. Onions absorb bacteria is the reason they are so good at preventing us from getting colds and flu’s and is the very reason we shouldn’t eat an onion that has been sitting for a time after it has been cut open!

Take it from Ed:

Ed is a chemistry expert and is involved in developing most of the sauce formula. He’s even developed sauce formula for McDonald’s. (Dear Ed: Mixing pickle relish with mayo is NOT a sauce formula. It is an accident.)

Keep in mind that Ed is a food chemistry whiz. (Granted, I am not sure if Ed was granted this title based on his McDonald’s secret sauce formula, or from other unmentioned accomplishments. However, I am sure he is highly qualified in these matters.)   Someone asked Ed if we really needed to worry about mayonnaise. People are always worried that mayonnaise will spoil. Ed’s answer will surprise you. Ed said that all commercially made Mayo is completely safe and “doesn’t even have to be refrigerated.”

You hear THAT everyone? You have been refrigerating mayonnaise for years… for NOTHING! You could have kept it right by your bed at night all this time for snacking. Suckers!

Ed says that  when food poisoning is reported, the first thing the officials look for is when the ‘victim’ last ate ONIONS and where those onions came from (in the potato salad?).   Ed says it’s not the mayonnaise that spoils in the outdoors. It’s probably the Onions.

He explained, onions are a huge magnet for bacteria, especially uncooked onions. You should never plan to keep a portion of a sliced onion.. He says it’s not even safe if you put it in a zip-lock bag and put it in your refrigerator.

So, there you have it. Onions are certain death. If you want to kill someone, but a zip-lock bag of cut-up onions in their refrigerator. Then you should steal their mayonnaise, just in case. It is apparently going to take you forever to kill them with mayonnaise.

Please wear this shirt to warn others. Unless, of course, you are using onions to kill them.

I feel uncomfortable having the onions on my desk now that I know they are trying to kill me. I am going to stick with the cut up rutabagas. And, of course, the jars of mayonnaise.

Thanks, Ed! We all owe you one.

This shirt is for you, Ed. I am assuming you don't get proper recognition for your accomplishment.

I’m all ranty about Texas

I usually enjoy living out the Texas stereotype. When our friends visit from Canada, we take them to Billy Bob’s to ride the mechanical bull and watch people two-stepping in boots and cowboy hats. Then, we drink some beer out of longnecks and call it a night. It is everything you thought Texas would be.

And, yes, we all have guns. I personally don’t have a gun, but that would be hugely irresponsible for me to have a weapon of any kind. It is a stretch to give me a kitchen knife. My husband has several guns, because you need different types of guns depending on what you are shooting at, apparently. My kid even has a bb gun. That is the type of gun you need to defend your home from empty soda cans.

You might think that what I hate most about Texas is the red-neck bubba attitude that makes people attach plastic models of scrotum to bumpers of their trucks. But, I can handle the rough and tumble, get off my porch or I will shoot you, attitude of Texas.

What I can’t handle very well is the over-zealous bumper stickers. For example, why is it necessary to put a sticker on your truck that says, “It is a child, not a choice”? What is this accomplishing? I am not even pregnant. Now I feel like I need to get knocked up because this isn’t a choice anymore, it is a child. God would want me to go out and replenish the earth right now. Oh, wait. That’s right… I don’t believe in God. Also, the earth is replenished enough already. I think we can rein it in.

So, now this sticker has made me want to run right out and get an abortion. But, guess what… I’m STILL NOT pregnant. See… your stupid sticker has done nothing but cause confusion and delay.

You should have a better slogan for your truck, one that says something meaningful.

This will look great next to your truck balls.

See, this slogan will make people run right out and get a chalupa. There is nothing confusing about a chalupa. Unless you don’t know what one is. If you do not know what a chalupa is, then go out and make something that you imagine to be a chalupa. It isn’t a choice. Do it now.

There, don’t you all feel better now? Happy to have helped.

Also, aside from these stickers, Rick Perry is really pissing me off right now, but I would hate to use this blog to say anything controversial.

No More T-Shirts!

I know some of you are upset about no longer having the self-help t-shirts, but I have decided with a new blog, I need a new direction. Something completely different than imaginary t-shirts. The imaginary t-shirt thing was an ill-thought-out whim that got completely out of hand. So, after careful consideration, I present you with…

So, what do you think?

Special Orders

Fine. Here are your special orders. Just remember, I’m not made of imaginary t-shirts, people!

This one is for Joshua of Vive Le Nerd. I would have actually put the fake vest and bow-tie on here, but I didn’t feel like drawing stuff. Apparently, I am too lazy to draw on these shirts… or even change fonts, apparently. No one is ever going to buy these.

This one is for Debihen of So… I’ve Been Thinking. Congratulations! You are now King of the World.

This is for those of you who might be a little more goal oriented than Debbie. I had to cover my bases because I can’t stay up all night making these things.

This is for those of you who are LESS goal oriented than Debbie.

Just kidding, this shirt is dedicated to @zippy219. May we ALL be lucky enough to get fake books on Oprah’s Show. Wait… is Oprah even doing a show anymore??? Why am I writing a fake book? Damn.

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