Wouldn’t it be awesome if “onomatopoeia” was an onomatopoeia? What kind of sound would that be?
One question: what the hell were these?
These are snippets of various MSN conversations in which I make absolutely no sense at all. These may look like they’re out of place solely because they’re out of context. Au contraire, reader, they look out of place because they simply are out of place. These essentially had nothing to do with anything we were talking about at the time. Quite funny. Rather disturbing. Most of these are from freshman semester.
I love that…”looking for K? Find exactly what you want today”
Experiment:
Dang, it didn’t work
Oh wait! *clicks all links* :P
Plus, I’ll always have Titleist!
Is she mad at me?
Is Aneel mad at me?
Is Aneel even alive?
I don’t accumulate in bone tissue, either…that I know of
Eh…moon, stars, Uranus…
EEGs have shown it
When it’s connected to my head
The inner workings are like a glove
Why? I don’t know
I don’t feel like completing that analogy, cause in fact I just compared pants to a glove
Cause it…
…is fuzzy…
Eh, I’m tired
So I heard Aneel is a pothead now
(like a month later) So I heard Aneel is an alcoholic now
PAMELA ANDERSON!!!
Ah crap, wrong conversation
This was fun.
Quick side note: do you think I can convince the university to let me take 32 credits?
I almost flew off the handle last night until I realized I didn’t have wings…
Ahh, Sean, where would I be without you?
Well, I’d be looking up rarely used words online at 2:00 in the morning all alone, that’s where.
This was fun. It was inspired by our Psych of Emotion class, in which our teacher claimed there was no exact English word for the German word Schadenfreude. It turns out there is—it’s epicaricacy. We found it on this online dictionary full of a bunch of rarely used words.
So here are some interesting ones in my opinion, plus some fun snippets of our conversation.
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: this is a goldmine for confusing people
*hsus says: hell yes
*hsus says: bookmarked
Xenodocheiorology: love of hotels and inns
Acritochromacy: colorblindness
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Tittup
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: To prance
*hsus says: haha
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: I’m so using that in everyday conversation
*hsus says: good luck
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: “Tittup over there and get me those papers!”
*hsus says: wow, you really need to be a teacher
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Haha
*hsus says: ‘cos for some reason that fits perfectly
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Final exam: “Tittup or F in the class. It’s up to you to figure out what that means”
*hsus says: haha
*hsus says: that’s cruel
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: But oh so funny
Adoxography: good writing on a trivial subject
Adscititious: superfluous
*hsus says: “oh, we’re covering this?”
*hsus says: “why, do you think we shouldn’t?”
*hsus says: “well, I’m just saying it’s a bit…adscititious is all”
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Haha
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: “But…but we’re not talking about acid at all”
Sacerdotophrenia: clerical stage fright
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Haha, schediasm
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Impromptu work
*hsus says: nice
*hsus says: that also describes my pscyh papers
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Same here
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: And essentially every other paper I’ve written/will write
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Freud paper? OH SHIT
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Doctorate thesis? OH SHIT
Obdormition: when a limb “goes to sleep”
Steatopygous: pertaining to or characterized by a large buttocks
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Parasigmatism
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Inability to pronounce the sound “s”
*hsus says: awesome
Leibniz Rocks My Socks says: Which would suck to tell someone you have, seeing as it has two “s”s in it
*hsus says: “I have para-…para-…fuck it”
Perissotomist: a knife-happy surgeon
I’m…DECAYING!!!
Trickery regarding sex is fun. And yes, Nick’s name is indeed “Brother Viagra.” That alone is funny. Read each line one at a time to get the full effect of an MSN conversation.
Brother Viagra says: guess what?
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: What?
Brother Viagra says: valarie’s in my room!!
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: Now?
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: It’s 8 AM
Brother Viagra says: i know
Brother Viagra says: lol
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: Oooh, tell me, tell me! Did you guys have some fun?
Brother Viagra says: okay I’ll tell you
Brother Viagra says: but don’t be shocked
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: Okay
Brother Viagra says: we got home from the show at around midnight
Brother Viagra says: she was tired and so was I, but we had been making out at the show
Brother Viagra says: so I go, “I’m really tired”
Brother Viagra says: and she goes “me too”
Brother Viagra says: and then she goes “let’s do something to wake ourselves back up”
Brother Viagra says: so we fool around in the kitchen for awhile
Brother Viagra says: then we go to bed and have some amazingly hot…
Brother Viagra says: steamy…
Brother Viagra says: stimulating…
Brother Viagra says: coffee
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: Haha!
Brother Viagra says: had you going there, didn’t I?
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: Completely.
Brother Viagra says: so we were jazzed up all night and we’ve been up until now.
“noobs;” is a command in SAS!! says: You’re hilarious.
Brother Viagra says: i know
Also this:
Not as good as the Yogi Bear thing, but I still think it’s hilarious.
“What the fuck would Kevin Bacon do?!”
Philosophy Party Primer
Alrighty, here’s a question for y’all: who is (still) interested in having an awesome philosophy party at the end of the next semester? If I get enough people interested (say, 5 or more), I’m doing it!
So, that being said, here are ten possible subjects we can discuss. I was thinking about writing them all down on separate pieces of paper and then drawing them from a jar to get a random topic to talk about, but other suggestions are being considered!
Oh, and if they sound broad and unfocused, it’s because they are meant to initiate conversation. If you guys have any further topics of interest, tell me!
~Consciousness
~Existence of a god figure
~Free will
~Good and evil
~Language
~Life after death
~Morality
~Origin of the universe
~Reality
~Time
Wee! I’m excited. Also, think about which philosopher you’d like to dress up as.
For best results, remove pants
Not a word shall be said.
Except…
AAAH PUSSY!
Shoutout to Misty
You were awesome.
So…what else was I going to blog about?
Seriously, I can’t remember.
I think Aneel’s woman-coat threw me.
Hmm.
I am so incredibly, incredibly lonely. What’s wrong with me?
Haha, these are great
I have recently been made aware of this:
But why wasn’t I ever told of these?!
I am now amused.
Good memories. Good memories.
And Matt, I can’t tell if you’re amused or disturbed during that last one.
“Have a kitty!”
Party all night!
Dear lord.
I’m writing this down sometime on the bus ride down to Boise. Everyone around me’s asleep and I’ve seemed to have woken up for some unknown reason. So here I go with the blog for yesterday/last night/this morning/right now.
What last night entailed:
~Numa Numa dancing
~Freaking out multiple people inhabiting Ridenbaugh (via Numa Numa dancing)
~Quite a bit of lip-synching to Kansas’ “Carry On Wayward Son”
~My spending a good hour on Flash that led to a good 15 seconds of total animation
~Running around shoeless/shirtless in Ridenbaugh
~Running around shoeless/shirtless outside in the rain
~Making fun of Matt’s snoring
~Holly carp
~George Washington hating Maggie’s music
~Yogi bear, bitch!
~Instant messaging gone wild!
~My love affair with a phonebook
~Giving said phonebook a lap dance or two (or three)
~This masterful work:
“Will you wuv me?”
~The beginnings of what I believe will be a weekend-long struggle with losing my voice
Oh my. That’s all I have to say. Did I miss anything?
Nope, no drag related joke for this one
Ah, another drag show! What fun these things are, especially when we go to Denny’s afterward. Misty looked hot, Claude looked hot, and of course, Maggie looked super-hot.
Aneel, why didn’t you like my special dance?!
And the week of super-short blogs continues!
A man sent ten puns to ten friends hoping that they would cause a laugh. No pun in ten did.
Today = good day. As far as I know, I have all A’s in my classes so far. And the drag show tonight was awesome, I thought all the performers rocked.
And so did Matt, Aneel (with his mono, haha) and Amy. Glad you see you guys there!
Hooray! Tomorrow’s gonna be looooooooooong…
“So here is little-bitty song and dance from me, Vladimir Putin!”
Haha, oh my. A fair warning for all of you: unless you actually enjoy my loudness, my obnoxiousness, my stupid jokes, my never-ending laughing at my own stupid jokes, and my…well…let’s just call it my “naivety”, sit as far away from me as you possibly can if you must be on the same bus as me. Just letting you know.
So, today was a rather uneventful day…until the incident(s) with the vibrating phone(s) and the hour-long bus ride to Pullman.
Things we pondered included (most of this you missed, Matt—this is here for you!):
The existential crisis!
My new idea: a blank fortuneteller is an analogy to the human condition. More elaboration on this idea (what I shall call “The Fortune Theory”) in a later blog, once I get it all worked out. Promise.
What birthed Pullman
Yeah. I said something to the effect of, “I wonder what birthed Pullman?” And then came up with this whole idea of a Celestial Mother crapping out Pullman, peeing out Moscow, and various other things for Troy, Genesee, and Potlatch. This was extremely humorous about two hours ago.
How Troy (the Troy in Idaho) got its name
“There was this chick named Helen and the guys were all OMFG horse!”
Low Rider: The Musical
I couldn’t get the song Low Rider out of my head, so Jessie and I, of course, started singing it. I don’t quite know how I got to the point of the song becoming a musical, but I did, and now it shall be, and it will star Millard Fillmore and will include at least one scene from Titanic.
Fun times, fun times.
The ride to Boise will be fun, hehe…
Waiter! There’s four and twenty blackbirds in my pie chart! (Confused? Understandable.)
Today I learned that the short number 119 in our music is, in fact, Sexy Back. I think I frightened Torrey when I starting jumping around screaming, “holy crap, YES!” Plus, if we end up doing a half-time show to Village People music in the near future, it was totally my idea, for the record.
The game came close to being fun for me (“what?” you say. “A football game…fun?!”). I think it was because I was in close proximity to Matt, Beau, Maggie, and Rob. And the two weddings that occurred on the bus helped as well. Matt, if we frightened you, I apologize on behalf of all of us weirdos (Gate Control Theory! Ahahaha… ).
Yeah.
I was going to blog about something else, but I can’t remember what it was. Sad? Yes.
Denny’s Midnight Runners
Apologies to Dexy.
Ah, first football game of the year, and what an absolute bore the clarinet section is this year. Maggie, I miss you. I want to be up with you and Matt and Rob and all the other fun people up in the trombone/baritone section.
But enough about that!
Denny’s will never be the same. Tonight was awesome. Five us of go gadding about at 10 at night to Denny’s in Pullman. I had sugar. Melissa had a video camera. We were all pretty perverted. Fun times were had.
I must say, life is pretty good right now.
Except for math.
Orson Welles, put your pants back on!
So this probably won’t mean a single thing (or be funny at all) to any of you but Nick, since this was a snippet of a rather long conversation in which I get accused of being too wordy (me? Wordy? I know, shocking!). He just wanted me to post this somewhere, so in the blogs it goes.
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: So what’s the deal with you and Melissa?
St. Nick says: we’re done, i think
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Aw
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: I’m sorry
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: What happened?
St. Nick says: oh, she just “happened” to kiss this really attractive male friend of hers who plays the didgeridoo
St. Nick says: wtf didgeridoo
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Haha
St. Nick says: who the hell does that?
St. Nick says: and how does it come up in conversation?
St. Nick says: “hi, what’s your name?” “i’m tom. oh and by the way in case you were wondering cause everybody wonders, i play the didgeridoo”
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: A little bitter, are we?
St. Nick says: maybe a little
St. Nick says: but it’s all good cause this girl i met when i was in montana is actually going to school here and we’re gonna hook up tomorrow
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Good lord, man
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Take a breath
St. Nick says: lol
St. Nick says: i could say the same thing about you and your writing
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: What’s that supposed to mean?
St. Nick says: that message you sent me was three pages long and all you basically said was that you liked your philosophy class
St. Nick says: you know what you’re problem is?
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Oh, enlighten me, Mr. Commander of the English Language
St. Nick says: you’re too wordy
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Ah!
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Absolutely not!
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Never am I too verbose as to get my point across clearly and concisely in a manner that is succinct and to the point while simultaneously being thorough in my explanation of my thoughts and attitudes!
St. Nick says: lol case and point
St. Nick says: best comeback ever lol
I Think it was Socrates Who Said, “Hello! My Name is Socrates!” says: Thanks
Yeah, that’s all. Nick just wanted that last part to be immortalized. So there you go, you weird person, you. And stay away from me at the library.
Matt, you’re WAY out of your element!
But that’s okay, cause I found it for you! Custom made.
Don’t “drag” me down!
Ah, drag shows. How I enjoy them. Claude looked super cool in his new shirt and pants (and “chicks dig me” boxers) and Miss D looked absolutely radiant.
I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Claude looks forward to future drag shows!
Blog 480: In Which I Could List Every Possible Spelling of the City “Coeur d’Alene”
Ooh, major band fun tonight! A group of us trundled in a wonderful little bus up to Coeur ‘d Alene (I should have brought my video camera) and played for a bunch of U of I alumni up there. I’d say the best part was when we were waiting to perform and the gaggle of drunk people came up and starting conversing with Matt, Mike, Beau and I. What fun!
Can’t wait for Boise.
Sometimes I have the answers. Other times I’m just a toaster.
You know our road trip video that I made that was 40 minutes long and took about 400 hours to download and/or play? Yeah. I finally got the brilliant idea that I could chop it up and put it as sections on YouTube. Genius, huh?
Here they are. I am the best filmer ever. Period.
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
I’d say either Part II or Part IV is the funniest, but that’s just me. Hell, you don’t have to watch ’em at all (except for you, Amy and Shannyn, you fools were there and I expect my award-winning filming to be appreciated!).
I used to teach a failing fly-tying class until I realized my efforts were all for knot.
So after a gushing nosebleed that lasted a good half hour this morning (that Amy stopped by banging on the bottom of my feet—don’t ask me how that worked, but it did), we came back from Coeur d’Alene and then went to Shannyn’s party where I learned:
1) I can’t bowl
2) I can’t bowl even when I change my name to a) Voltaire, b) Descartes, or c) Sartre
3) Amy looks good in Gus’s shirt and vice versa
This profile is set to dorky. This user must remove your pants to see his/her profile.
Technically this video was made on the fourth, but I was not near a computer at all on the third in order to post an actual blog, so I’m putting this for the 3rd anyway. Deal with it.
Amy, Shannyn and I go on an overnight road trip to Coeur d’Alene and stay at a creepy motel. It’s grand fun. This video is mainly for them, not because I don’t want anyone else to see it, but because it’s probably boring as hell to everyone who wasn’t there. Plus, because I’m not able to get it on DVD with my computer, I’m giving them this link here to download it to their computers. It’s about 40 minutes long, meaning that the download time is very, very long. So basically, watch it if you want, but beware: it’s probably very boring to you (except the part where I almost take off my shirt completely).
Edit: this is now on YouTube. Read August 7th’s blog and see!
If YOU don’t talk to your child about thermonuclear fusion, who WILL?
Three cheers for me, I’ve finally put the pics up from our Sunday frolics at Ross and in the park.
Actually, you should probably throw stuff at me. What’d it take, a week? Slacker. But yeah, they’re all up there under the “Friends and Myself” album. I’ll probably keep them all up there a week or so, then just leave the best ones to stay.
And even if you weren’t there, they might be worth look.
Yes, I’m picture-whoring.
No, I don’t care.
If a tree farts in the forest, do all the other trees fall over?
Wee! Today was grand fun. I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun trying on clothes as I did today when we (Amy, Candida, Shannyn and I) went to Ross to try on dresses. We were all super sexy! The park rocked, as well. If any of you guys are reading this, thanks for the great time. We need to do it again!
I’ll put pics up ASAP; MySpace picture loader apparently isn’t working for Shannyn and it’s not working for me, either. Gr.
Where do the quadriplegics stand?
Hey people who talk to me:
I am sincerely sorry that I haven’t returned phone calls/Facebook messages/MySpace messages/emails in the past, what, four days? Things got crazy busy very quickly…work, school, this whole issue with a friend of my mom and her sister’s mental health…lots of stuff. I’ve literally had almost no time to sit down and check stuff on the computer. So I did today. And it’s all caught up.
Please forgive me for being a crappy friend when it comes to this kind of stuff. I really try to stay in touch with people who want to stay in touch with me, and I don’t want them to think I don’t care, because I do. I don’t want to alienate you (I’m good at that). This especially goes out to Matt and Maggie.
So here’s my little public apology to you all. Forgive me?
P.S. The blogs being late still aren’t my fault. MySpace hates me and my constant blogging. Just want you to know it’s all current; it’s all written up on the day of the happenings. I just have to wait for MySpace to be cooperative before I can post it. Haha.
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