tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88779723406436937882024-09-10T08:35:47.931-04:00My OneWord entriesNoisy Quiethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15127095448807063093noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8877972340643693788.post-6646924910672933332019-10-01T14:27:00.000-04:002019-10-01T14:27:02.423-04:00

AgedLike cheese. Or wine. Or me.I've aged. So weird. So interesting to me. I never thought I'd live this long. Long enough to be this old. To be old period!So strange... "Existence." I have existential crises a lot.

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Recommendation Well darn. I was looking forward to doing a OneWord post today. I thought it might be fun. Today's word is fine, but on three different browsers, I couldn't get the timer to work. Normally there'd be a progress bar that would fill up over 60 seconds, and after 60 seconds I'd hear a quiet "ding" to let me know my time to write was up. No such timer for me today. And no way

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Tires On a car.Kicking tires (Why is that done?)Bicycle tires.Tire swings.Tires on the ground on obstacle courses, that you have to run through.I love those! I wish there were obstacle courses like that here. Have you ever seen them in a park? You're walking along a trail, absorbed in nature, and suddenly there's an obstacle in front of you, with a sign explaining what to do. - Like run through

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SunlightInteresting thing about sunlight… I am often oversensitive to it. It's too bright, gives me hives (not just sunburn but hives!) I prefer indirect lighting most of the time. People who get excited by sunny days and I rarely hit it off! I prefer overcast days. I just feel better those days. You've heard about SAAD? People who have problems from a deprivation of sunlight? I have the opposite

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HeadphonesWhat I wish people would use more often. Though if you're using headphones, but still singing loudly, that kind of defeats the purpose.Maybe what we need is mouth phones… to cover mouths and muffle singing sounds. Or those big clear half domes people would use in old sci-fi shows sometimes, to have "secret conferences." I'd totally go for sticking a dome over some people's heads!

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content Makes me think someone forgot to put something here. Like a placeholder in a template. Kind of weird in a way. I mean isn't everything on a page supposed to be "content" of some kind? "Menu" is still content, right? It's not in paragraphs but it's content. Ads are content. Oh… maybe it's content, as in more like "happy"… Huh. I hadn't even considered that. Interesting that I see this

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Facsimile I think of faxes. Fax machines. My friend's father had one at the house, when we were growing up, for work. The old kind with reams of paper with perforated edges. This was before most people had home computers, or home printers. Rolls of paper poured through the fax machine all the time. It was supposedly very cool and people were excited about it. I didn't understand what was so

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CenturyOn the 20th… (it's a musical.) I remember the commercial's music for it. I also had a poster for it in my room.100 too of course. I think of that. I could live to be 100…That's nuts.How the heck would I pay for all those years ahead?

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almostI don’t think I ever “almost” anything. I really don’t. I think I’m very Yoda-ish in that way. There is no try. There is do or not do. I do, or I do not do. I succeed or I fail. Or I’m still working on something and not there yet. But I don’t think I’ve ever “almost”-ed anything. Or at least I don’t think that way. I either succeeded, or didn't.

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Locked Room. I put a padlock on my room when I was a teenager. Because I didn't trust my parents. I didn't have anything in there to hide. It just bothered me that they'd rifle through stuff. One of them would throw things out too. "Cleaning." (How about 'Cleaning" while I'm there? - And why "clean" the things that were neat? - Oh that's right… because 'since things were neat and clean I

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Workshop Children's Television Santa's Theatre class type workshop How do those three come from that same word? They seem nothing like each other. I wouldn't mind having a workshop. A space of my own, to build and create, that's set aside for only that purpose and nothing else. For crafts, for creating, for building… I'd like having my own workshop. But it wouldn't be in a garage or shed.

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StaticThinking tv…radios… obvious stuff… static cling... hair… clothes… shock from walk rug (walking on)... shock from touching a person, sometimes. Static is bad, it seems. Pain, or something not working, or negative. But really, it is a release of energy. That is not directed where the person would like it. It is an annoyance. It is something not working the way people want it to. And it makes

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Rafters Camp. Our camp mess hall was like a big large wooden barn. Lots of long tables.... counselor would get food at the head of the table, and serve, and plates/bowls would be passed down the table. At some point there would be camp songs... I don't remember exactly how or when or why these started during meals, but people were very enthusiastic.

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Mispelled! lol! Ok that’s just going to bug me. Now I’m thinking OCD… I guess I have more than I should if all I can do is look at a misspelled ‘mispelled’ word! Although… maybe “pelled” is something… Something that was ‘mis’d – Now I have to look that up. Nope. “Pelled” is not a word. So maybe "Pelled" should be tomorrow’s word :)

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Watchtower Not sure why, but I picture a novel, with a watchtower on it. Was there a novel called that? I am not a big reader, so I doubt it's anything I ever read. But I might have seen the book cover. Oh, wait! Isn't that a religious thing? Like one of those pamphlets they give out? I think that's what I'm seeing... I guess that really does tell you how much I read. I equate religious spam

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Decadence. Chocolate. I picture a chocolate cake. Rich. - Because isn't that what this word is usually used to describe? Chocolate and cake? That and parties, with crystal chandeliers (which really, anyone can get pretty cheap nowadays) in a big white marble ballroom, with people in tuxedos and long white gowns, with their hair up, sporting diamonds and drinking champaign, at a party... -

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Stalling...What I'm doing. I guess... I don't know what to do. Is that stalling, or waiting? I think stalling is maybe, if you know what to do, you're going to do it, and you're trying to take as long as possible before having to do the inevitable terrible bad thing that is making you anxious. Waiting... I think that's different. I think waiting is... when your choice is to not do something. Not

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turbine Turboencabulator. Complete with nofur trunions, reciprocating dingle arm, and of course side fumbling is effectively prevented.

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Overalls I LOVED overalls!!! If I didn't realize how dopey they look on me now, I'd totally STILL wear overalls! If I had a job that required overalls I'd be very happy. Like an engineer. Or... a Snoopy impersonator. Loved overalls. Maybe I should wear them around the house... Ok no. How lame would that be?

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science "The whole universe was in a hot dense state..." I loved science. I pretty much already said that a few days ago. Well... I talked about physics. I liked chemistry too. Wasn't as interested in biology except as it related to medicine. What else is biology good for really? Physics and chemistry though? Loved them. Just did.

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Modem First thing that came to mind was "Robot Daycare." (Another Geiko commerical.) The second thing that came to mind is a customer service call I once made about a new modem I'd bought that wasn't working. Previously, I'd always had built in modems. I'd never had a stand alone one before. Tech support and I troubleshot it for over an hour before I noticed the stupid thing had a POWER button

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Railroad Was just thinking about a train station I'll be going to. There's two main ones where I live. I still feel like the other one is "my" train station. The one I grew up with and always used. I liked it. Loved the station itself. Had good memories going in and out of there. The one I'm going to soon... I don't know... it's different. Not "mine." I wonder if, at this point, I've used it as

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Harness First thing that came to mind was learning to ride horses. So much I could write here but won't. I learned from someone who was a real jerk. So it's probably little surprise that when he forced my horse to jump, rather than letting me circle it around to get momentum for another attempt, I was pleased to hear that I'd kicked him in the head while hurtling through the air when the horse

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Motion Physics classes in Jr. High. I went to a great Jr. High School. Among its merits, was that we were allowed to choose our own classes - something that wasn't usually allowed until High School. So long as a class could justifiably be said to fulfill state requirements, we could take it. I took several physics classes. Loved them. I think the reason I didn't go more in that direction as

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Chills Chiller Theatre. That dumb start of the show, with the hand coming out of the ground and the voice saying *CHILLER!!!!!* - Maybe it would seem corny nowadays, but it scared the crap out of me as a kid! I bet it'd still scare the crap out of me! ** Here it is on YouTube: Yup! I totally screamed just now when it said "CHILLER!!!" at the end!!! (- If you read the comments on this at

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