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Posted: 6/19/2008 3:45:43 PM | gawd that cracked me up, "metrosexual"
a friend sent this to me a while back, thought it might be fun...have to try this.
Hi Folks,
The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.
Here are this year's winners. Read them carefully. Each is an actual word with only one letter altered to form a new word.
Some are terrifically innovative:
1. Intaxication : Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation : Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
4. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
5. Giraffiti : Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
6. Sarchasm : The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
7. Inoculatte : To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
8. Hipatitis : Terminal coolness.
9. Osteopornosis : A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
10. Karmageddon : It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's, like, a serious bummer.
11. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
12. Glibido: All talk and no action.
13. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
14. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider's web
15. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
16. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
edit, oops, like yokoh, I don't like to land on the top of the thread page,..sorry..oh well, it's a neverending page anyway...
edit,2, sorry, I didn't mean never ending, I meant , never bending..;/ | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 6:25:26 PM |    Oh...omhair......I loved these! Lol...gonna work on some of my own! If I find any goodies...will drop em your way! lol too freakin' funny my friend!
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Posted: 6/19/2008 7:11:31 PM | Humor, whoa girl! You wouldn't be a dom in another life, wouldya? 
Ohm, loved the welded words, with Reintarnation, Hipatitis and Karmageddon getting the most laughs here....there's a name for newly made words, can't remember it though....lexicon? meh* If anyone knows the word I'm looking for in my addlepated brain, gift me with it here...
My ex inadvertantly coined a new word I thought was funny, whenever he was going to cook something on the George Foreman grill he was "georging" it...
Don't worry about the new page stuff. I don't. I mean, someone has to go first......
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backyard
it's summer
the bumblebee's
a lazy hummer
heat waves shimmer
highway mirages
hummingbird weaves
and dodges
woodpecker talks from a hickory
when I come out
he talks about me
the swallows dive
for an afternoon snack
while I grab a drink
and sit out back
clematis clings
from a showy vine
the bleeding hearts
are looking fine
lean back languid
on my swing
I'm not lacking
anything
LS 6/09/08 | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 10:51:35 PM | you go there sistah...and brizo whaz is it called...lol!@? loved that one...I haven't had time to work on any...I VWILLLLLLL BE BACK@
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Posted: 6/20/2008 12:34:37 AM |
oh yeah... i'd have posted again, since i don't care if i'm first on a page. what's that about, anyway, ohm? (or anyone)
well, I don't think about it too much, and I don't care about my own threads either, it's a public place, but imagine turning the next page of your diary, (poetry being somewhat personal) and seeing someone has started it for you.
I guess it's just me wanting to be a little respectful to the op's thread/book, is all.
to some, it might be like finding ten fat round fence posts lying in their back yard the next morning..lol
menso= bright people who don't care for mensa
and no, that was not aimed at you, humor. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 5:35:43 PM | hmm, well if you leave off the "fit" part the original could be narcoleptic, but it would still be several letters not just replaced but switched...
Jules, still don't have the frakkin word in my brain...
Om, hope I don't offend when I start the next page....I guess I don't think of it as a fresh new page, since like Yokoh pointed out, many times you're carrying on the hilarity from the last page, and anyone really wanting continuity should probably go back a page....
man, I worked till 7:00 tonight and I'm soooo tired......I could just lay down now, but I know I'd be up at 5 AM wide awake, and I don't want to do that....
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one of my kind
oh we were getting
cozy
helpless tipsy laughter
tingling skin
'twas only when...
that sudden sinking
gasp
sheathed in
we realized
we'd met
impossibly
again
LS 6/17/08 | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 5:41:15 PM | "georging" it...
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I thought that was when you started a war on innocent people, drove your country into bankruptcy, and got away with it? Am I wrong? | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 6:10:19 PM | hmm, isn't that called profiteering? We may be bankrupt but bet your bottom dollar his campaign contributors aren't.
I keep hearing rumors of impeachment proceedings, which would make me happy but for one thing....one thing that breaks me out in a cold sweat....Penis Cheney would be our president...  | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 8:05:42 PM | | I'm up in Georgian bay at a lomilomi workshop and a woman here used the word "butosis". It's when you would do something then, but...and you could, but... and well you want to, but... inflammation of the buts. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 10:26:31 PM | I have forgotten what a holiday is will someone fill me in?
The beginning
eleven days of freedom
starting on the cusp of summer
it hasn't sunk in as of yet
a lomilomi adventure
would surely start the process
if only I was there in person
and not in thought
I would be the perfect subject
to clear all the tangled knots upon
this body is tired
exhausted from being the glue
that binds everything together
let the strings unravel in the melody
the air breathe through me
a limpid pool of cleared out debris
the driftwood on the rivers edge
I'm ready
take me away. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 7:13:34 AM | Ravin, first off, I'm soooo jealous.....heehee.....I've never had a professional massage. I should treat myself at some point. My former chiropractor said he'd encountered iron bars with more give than my back....
When I figured out yoga aligned my spine and kept it aligned better (and was less expensive so I could get off workman's compensation) I just started doing that. I think I also excercised to excess, and my hips and back were taking the brunt of it....
Anyhow, love the new word she made up. I have a severe case of it, which is the ultimate living in the past, eh?
Autumn, promise me you won't be cleaning the whole time....
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*duh* I forgot to post the poem
sold!
Caught in the tangles
of a safety net
stagnating
seemed a sure bet
but now you're debating
missing the zing
even the bling
he gifts you
won't silence the ding
of your inner alarm
the charm is missing
the spectacular kissing
and you're neatly purchased
your heart just lurches
you're tethered
by the opinions
of the tar and feather crowd
if you should leave
so grieve
and sew your shroud
still your wild heart's bleating
for it's only love you're cheating
LS 6/11/08
first, last & Infinite Memories
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Posted: 6/21/2008 9:40:00 AM | ok, ok, ok, no house cleaning I promise - it's off to New York City in a couple of days to explore all the places I never did the last visit.
We only had a couple of days in the big apple
my doctor told us to get away
my baby was given the death sentence
and my ex had been cheating
but off we went like two pretending life was normal
but the churning in my gut didn't say the same thing
fate took us to the trade centre
up top in the window to the world we ate
and in the distance she shone our lady liberty
I couldn't stop looking
she mesmerized me
she was my hope
my salvation
that things would get better
years later the building does not even stand
my daughter passed away
and my ex is on his 3rd or 4th woman now
upsetting his daughters that he wants them to meet
a 36 year old with a ten year old daughter
who gave him a father's day card
that he picked up at church
he is 50 this year and 36 seems so young
My guess is he can't handle a real woman
I should have told my daughter that
when I sat on her bed the other night
and soothed her
that she was still the baby
the cherished princess
and that daddy would come to his senses
or perhaps not
and she would know that she is loved
ok now that was a rant *grin*
New York this time will be perfect
my oldest baby is planning a fun visit
baseball tickets, play tickets
strawberry field, museums
shopping, central park
and with someone who loves me
and enjoys my company
he knows a real woman when he sees her! | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 7:33:35 PM | good my friend Autumn, hope you have a great time....since I can't afford to go much of anywhere, maybe I can go camping with friends....some of them I've neglected for ages. I could go to Harrison Lake, and Round Bottom and maybe even Pokagon with my daughter on the weekend.
confessions of a sh!thead
grandma's got a butane light
hairspray can's gonna fly
like a kite
once when she was a tween
she lighted an m-80 unseen
and threw it into the circular fire
with the metal flue
in the rec center
became the best denier
you never knew
cause she hid under the bridge
watching the exodus
laughs R us
and who tied 20 boxes of ladyfingers
in a braided knot
and lit them off without warning
in the morning
while her friends tripped on their sleeping bags
and tent ropes.....queen of gags
parochial school disgrace
a pyro case
and when the holy rollers
wanted a sign
she threw an apple
off the cuff
on the roof
did the devil make her do it?
say rack 'em up and cue it?
who's to say
she wasn't put in line
by god
speaking through a ten year old bod
spare the rod, please
spoil this child
cause deep in the heart of mild
is wild
but for the little kiddies
stuff that brings the giddies
sparklers, smoke balls
colored snakes
the Fourth to celebrate
cause you and grandma
got a date
for once,
she won't be late
LS 6/21/08
I thought it couldn't possibly be M-80's but I researched and they were made illegal in 1976. I think I was about fourteen or thirteen (1973 or 1974) , so it's possible I got hold of the real thing. Now though they may be called M-80's they're actually 50....it's a wonder I didn't blow off my hand...
oh, and I only throw in hairspray cans when I'm alone. I stopped using hairspray except for very special events, so it could be a year or so before it finally empties.... | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 9:47:29 PM | My baby is taking me to Soho for my birthday
Chance to absorb what I’ve been missing
A wild shopping spree
Drop the boys off at a pub
And try on every dress that paints the town red
Maybe hippie wear – long skirts and lacy blouses
Showing a little bit too much
It’s ok to be feminine and show a little leg
Brizo understands
As for romance I still need to compile a brochure
On the finer aspects of seduction from a woman’s point of view
How do you charm a lady in the big apple?
Listen to her inner voices crying for some Harry met Sally
You’ve got mail I’m working on it
It will be my masterpiece of touchy feely mind blowing
Imagination
A guide to the woman’s world
Our wants and needs wrapped up in a big box of chocolate
Better get started only two days to go
And on the road we begin
A new romantic adventure down the yellow brick road
I already bought the mini skirt. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 3:44:16 PM |
already bought the mini skirt.
If you want to paint the town red, wear red! You're a brunette, I know there's some shade of red that looks great on you.....
and don't forget the matching bra and panties. Hopefully stockings and garters, too....
Try something that looks good on you but David wouldn't expect.... | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 3:48:28 PM | Oooops! Closes eyes and runs like he*l! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 6:21:13 PM | | I wished you lived closer Brizo so I could pop in on you and Wooby or even better take you with me for a break from reality. I still hope some day we get the chance to meet - all of us girls. It's ok Mandrake you can open your eyes now. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2008 11:00:22 PM | Autumn, I feel the same way...after some prodding from my workmates on what I wrote I could see their dorkmeters going off, and the stereotyping begin...Birkenstocks, granola, and hairy legs au naturelle...yeah, whatever...it would be nice to meet someone who likes me for the way my mind works...
nah Madrake, I'm still standing here in my peacock blue lace tangas.... | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 7:51:50 PM | Jer, why can't I see your post?
for some elements or substances at some pressures the material may pass directly from solid to the gaseous state. Sublimation can occur if the atmospheric pressure exerted on the substance is too low to stop the molecules from escaping from the solid state.
sublimation
the beauty most sublime
begins within
ripening with time
until the outer rind
grows parchment thin
and all the weathered cracks
and seams and spots
reveal the source
soul of light
that yearns to reunite
with bouyant kin
radiant and yang
illuminating yin
to drop the shell of skin
an outgrown role
and recognize the whole
weightless rise
ecstatic flight
unified
cosmic again
LS 5/30/08
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Posted: 6/28/2008 10:42:38 PM | | brizo, i should say it more often... but know that we all love the spirt that you bring here. we couldn'y do it without you. in innocence, naive. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 8:52:14 AM | ahh,Joshua! If I were a thousand years younger... 
Seriously, you are a shining representative of your generation....I love the mix on these poetry boards, the age differences and different nationalities, and genders. It's like walking through an international bazaar. How could one not be stimulated?
That you people let me look through your eyes....what a daily gift....  | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 6:19:08 PM |
Jer, why can't I see your post?
I put a restriction on some of my threads, for those over 50!
But, here, I really wanted you to see this one:
[u]Love, hope, bitterness & death [/u]
A solitary bird seems to let go
of the weight of being and rise
effortlessly upwards
but seen from another angle the bird
is motionless, forever stationary,
arrested in time and space,
and it is the earth
that has come unstuck from it
and is falling, falling
falling forever away. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 9:16:39 PM | I like it....sometimes perception is tricky, can change in an instant, and things pop out you can't believe you didn't see immediately....
Was this the post you left before? I still can't see it....weird.... | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 10:19:41 PM |  hiya sweets.......
been mesmerizing in this place tonite!
Seems to be so real to me...
your words always set me free! lol
So is it in the years and time
we finally come into yours and mine?
We need not someone to make it real
We wait on the one that could make a
half ,whole?
Like a mushroom waitin on the moss?
Or maybe a freakin' clown waitin' on the
lip gloss? lol thats if he is a tranvestite????
ssssshoot darlin' ya can't rule anything out ...
in this day and time!
Heres one for humormonger..............!
If we had been born years ago...
Maybe we would ...know?
What is expected of us?????????
Hell we are just ...us!
Give us a break....we are old ...
but we are Young!
We are strong ...but we are weak
life left us broken
yet we are not woken
to the pain
We believe in Love
yet we are.....
often Unspoken
Cause we listen to
Lennon and Hendrixxxxxxxx
We have deep wounds
we stilll nurse!
Gawwwwwddd...will it ever ENd>? | |
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