: ’tis the season :

December 18, 2014 § 8 Comments

For a list of brand new words. Ho Ho Hah.

And, really, what better gift is there than a shiny new word? Okay, who said high value gift card? Was it you? Well, tough, you’re getting words. A whole long, delightful list to decorate your conversation.


These words are among the dozens being added to OxfordDictionaries.com this year. They do this quarterly, add words. In the future, expect to see a lot more words of Australian derivation. The Aussies, apparently, are the new etymologists, having dethroned the traditional Latin. And it’s about time, too. The old words are fine, they get the job done with a minimum of fuss, but the new ones are just plain fun. You could say they’re, get this, the ant’s pants.

Oh, brother.  That sounds so stoopid when I say it. I’m way, way too dweeby and I shouldn’t even try. You, on the other hand, are totally cool. You’ll sound like an insider, cutting edge. I want to be like you, I’m tired of being a mahoosive loser. Hey, did that sound okay? Did I do it right? Yay, I’m air punching al desko, man.

I’ll shut up.

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A Handpicked Selection of New Words for 2014:

adorbs — cute or adorable

wtaf — ‘what the actual f***’ posed as a questioning exclamation

al desko — an act, typically eating, done at your desk (sort of like al fresco)

mahoosive — very, very large

duckface — the pouting, lip-thrusting face made by people posing for pictures

shiny bum — an office worker

ant’s pants — outstandingly good person or thing

idc — ‘I don’t care’

hate-watch — watch a show in order to mock it  or criticize

vape — the vapour produced by an electronic cigarette (Oxford Dictionaries Word of the Year for 2014)

digital footprint — how popular a person is online

air punch — shoving a clenched fist in the air, usually in triumph

Deep Web — the part of the Internet not discoverable by regular search engines

hot mess — someone who’s spectacularly unsuccessful or disordered (right, me)

yolo — you only live once. Translation: go for it.

xmas treeHappy holiday, peeps.

No. Peeps? wtaf? I didn’t say th — crap, where’s the flipping delete button?

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: a guide to the christmas list :

December 11, 2014 § 10 Comments

We’re an acquisitive species, humans are. We like stuff and lots of it; our homes are packed to the rafters. But ask us what we want for Christmas and we’ll trot out the old, ‘I want you to be happy’ or ‘peace on Earth.’ Lovely sentiments, of course, but tough to gift-wrap.

A detailed list works better; Santa isn’t clairvoyant. You should include size and color choice and brand name whenever possible. Be specific. It cuts down on disappointment and there’s little or no need for returns. The gift giver is happy, the gift recipient is happy. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a win-win situation.  A true Christmas miracle.

Here, let me show you the proper format:


What I’d Like for X-mas

1. Tom Hanks
2. A bag of money
3. Curly hair
4. A short, unseasonably warm winter
5. For you to be happy
6. Peace on Earth
7. Goodwill toward men

Not necessarily in that order, though. Except for Tom Hanks, he’s at the top of the list every year. Wait, no, I flirted with the idea of Ed Burns once — a momentary lapse. Nothing came of it, water under the bridge and all that.

Well, there you have it, boys and girls. Tell me, what’s on your list, if I may be so bold?

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: half-baked X :

December 8, 2014 § 16 Comments

xNo. This is not a pornographic half-baked, you perverts. Oh, don’t look so disappointed, it’s #10 in the series — you know, 10? X in Roman numerals? Sheesh, get your dirty minds out of the gutter.

I’m trying to get myself a little more organized here, what with the holidays breathing down our necks and all. Posting a bunch of fabulous and unique gift ideas will be completely useless if I put it off until, oh, March. So I did my browsing earlier, in order to streamline your shopping and planning. Of course, that’s only helpful if you like what I found. Not everyone does.

I had a friend who hated every gift I gave her. She was an art director with very traditional, very formal taste. Me? I love comic books and pop culture and funky stuff. I’m a sucker for unusual packaging and goofy design leaves me weak in the knees. I’m partial to silly. This friend? She was not amused. Not once.

I hope you will be. At least a little.

The Fun Stuff

nerdy. Jewelry — How about a bracelet for that special someone? One bearing the symbols for nitrogen, erbium, and dysprosium? Made of aluminum, it adjusts to fit any wrist and ships in, oooh, a swanky black velvet bag. $20.00




Holiday Decorations – Turn on the charm with this whimsical holiday ornament. It’s aluminum permanently printed with non-toxic inks and includes a merry red satin ribbon for hanging. Perfect for the tree or, gosh, anywhere, really. $12.50


Other Stuff


The Blowgun Cubicle Defender — simply load the foam dart in the barrel, aim, and blow. Darts shoot up to 30 feet and stick to windows, computer monitors, televisions, and, sometimes, co-workers. A piddly $4.98  http://www.eggheadtoys.com/blowgun-cubicle-defender/



Hokey Pokey T-shirt — For the existentialists on your gift list. A terrific t-shirt guaranteed to start more than its share of fun conversations. Also available as a sweatshirt. Ships on 1.22.15


A Couple Great Book Ideas

51nk3ymKlvL._AA160_How to Sharpen Pencils: A Practical and Theoretical Treatise on the Artisanal Craft of Pencil Sharpening by David Rees

Do you love pencils? I love pencils. A lot. This guy, though, makes me look like a rookie. Not only did he write the book on sharpening pencils ($20), he’ll actually sharpen one for you ($40; shavings and a certificate of ‘sharpening’ included). Visit his website for details http://www.artisanalpencilsharpening.com/

UnknownWhere’d You Go, Bernadette? by Maria Semple

Okay, judging strictly by the cover, I expected this to be Chic Lit. I don’t like chic lit, so I refused to even look inside. But then I got bored and ran out of books to read. I picked this up and didn’t put it back down, not even when I’d finished. I read it through one more time. It’s funny and smart and wonderful. You’ll love it, cross my heart. http://www.amazon.com

Well, there you go. I’ll try to get back before crunch time with another fine selection of peculiarities for the holidays. I feel like I’ve barely made a dent. The holidays are always more fun when they’ve got weird and unexpected things popping up. So I’m off … Feliz Navidad!


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: wings :

December 4, 2014 § 17 Comments

Okay, we’re all familiar with the old chestnut, ‘every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,’ from It’s A Wonderful Life.

angelWell, I’m no angel, but ding, ding, ding, I got wings. Mine aren’t the feathery, wispy things that flap. Mine came in the form of a black, four-door sedan with just under 70,000 miles on the odometer. I’m free as the breeze, my huckleberry friends. I can go anywhere, do anything. I don’t even need a tailwind.

You don’t think I can fly, do you? Well, fine, I can’t, I’m still a hostage to gravity. However, I’m no longer subject to car payments. I used the insurance settlement from my recent accident to buy an older, cheaper model. One with significantly fewer miles, I might add. So, believe me when I tell you, I have wings. They just weigh more and have a horn, no bell.

So that job I walked out on? Right before I totaled my car? Who cares. I can squeak by until I find a more lucrative position. Which would be any job in the world, really. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy my freedom — from stress and worry and pressure and regret.

Now, if you’ll pardon me, I must flutter off.

Angel Moon

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: thankful? me? ha, good one :

November 26, 2014 § 12 Comments

haThis hasn’t been my best year, ladies and gentlemen. No, this one officially qualifies as an ordeal. A tribulation (in theological terms). Oh, Hell, it’s an effing nightmare. I’ve been battered and trounced and kicked while I’m down. I’ve taken a pasting.

Yet here we are, on the brink of Thanksgiving, a day of celebration and the counting of blessings. So what am I supposed to do? I’ve nothing left to count. Should I give thanks for the case of shingles I got in October? For my squirmy, screeching upstairs neighbor? The totaled car? A flooded apartment? That kind of stuff? Fine, we’ll be here ‘til Christmas — Valentine’s Day, at the latest.

Wait, I do have one reason to thank my lucky stars. One very good, very compelling reason: I don’t live in Buffalo under seven flipping feet of snow. Hallelujah, thank you, Jesus.

Okay, I know, it’s already melted, but it was there. And it will be back. Again and again and again and again … I, however, will be here. In my own frozen Hellscape, sure, but minus the 84 horrifying inches of snow all at one time.

I can endure the subzero temperatures and the windshield scraping and the bitterly cold wind; I can abide the chapped lips and hat-hair; I can withstand carpet shocks and teeth chattering and, yes, even the violent shivering. But I draw the line at snow. Any snow. Even a flake.

Snow makes everything a job and a claustrophobic one, at that. The entire universe shrinks to the width of a cleared path or a plowed road wedged between towering piles of dirty snow. Normally a colorful and vibrant place, earth looks as barren and forbidding as deep space. And earthlings, that’s you and me, are forced to dress like space travelers — from the outsized headgear to the puffy boots — because of said crappy weather conditions.

So, I’m sorry, Buffalonians, but I’m glad I’m not you. Thrilled, really.

Now, here’s to an early and glorious spring for us all. A happy Thanksgiving, too.

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: earth to neptune :

November 19, 2014 § 2 Comments

Clouds-of-NeptuneThis is Neptune. It’s a lovely blue color. The average temperature hovers around -200º Celsius and it’s 2.8 billion miles from the Sun. Brrr.


iciclesThis is Earth. I’m a lovely blue color and I’m flipping f-f-f-f-freezing, man.

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: mr. monk was right :

November 17, 2014 § 7 Comments

The world, and especially your office building, is a germ-infested cesspool. You can’t see them or smell them, but they’re there. Waiting to pounce. So I feel it’s my duty to caution you: don’t touch anything. Put your hands in your pockets and leave them there.


Seriously. A new study revealed a virus can spread from a single doorknob to roughly half the people and surfaces in a building within a few hours. Hours, boys and girls. Those varmints are fast. And the area most teeming with germs isn’t the bathroom, as you might suspect. It’s the break room. Makes sense, though.

People don’t linger in communal bathrooms. They dash in, take care of business, and dash out. Bunches of us, in fact, flush the toilet with a foot rather than our hands. We use a paper towel to grab the door handle. We operate the hand dryer with an elbow. All perfectly understandable, commendable behavior, because who in their right mind wants to handle stuff in a public bathroom?

Break rooms don’t have the same stigma. No one thinks twice about picking up the coffee pot or opening the refrigerator or flipping on the lights and that, my friends, is where the danger lurks. Danger and about nine zillion germs — common use items are crawling with all sorts of bacteria and spores and microbes and other germy unpleasantness.

Say you pour a cup of coffee, sit down, and moments later touch your face. Well, next thing you know? Ah-choo. Where did you go wrong? Touching your face; it’s a health hazard. You pick up a germ with your hand, your hand touches your face, your face speeds it into your system, and you wind up spending your sick days being sick.

Is that what you want?

Then wash your damn hands and use disinfecting wipes with quaternary ammonium compounds (QUATS) — the combination will reduce virus spread by 80 to 99 percent. So see? Mr. Monk knew what he was obsessing about. Disinfecting wipes are essential in this day of computer keyboards and push plates and the like — keep them close at hand. (No pun intended.)

And, by the same token, stay away from all-you-can-eat buffets. That’s not a sneeze guard; it’s a welcome mat for the Black Death.


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