<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 01:25:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>thedailytinfoil</title><description>A whole new definition of definition.</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>A whole new definition of definition.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-5714191783629024890</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T23:34:13.731-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9ay7mCeCUoN5_W8XzCVBqWwWFeTpsk1tWUtncLswi8ND_kRhgHAQQQmkGbhvL9Oe-InRK35rb_ZHXvPlLzRi7zszQKzuE2uGGqc5XVCHK4JY7zTSKXUsRbalbb2pZNwfz1GT6g/s1600-h/clavicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9ay7mCeCUoN5_W8XzCVBqWwWFeTpsk1tWUtncLswi8ND_kRhgHAQQQmkGbhvL9Oe-InRK35rb_ZHXvPlLzRi7zszQKzuE2uGGqc5XVCHK4JY7zTSKXUsRbalbb2pZNwfz1GT6g/s200/clavicle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035696371488963122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;clav•i•cle / klavikel / n. (anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. technical term for collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He would miss her french accent, it's way of leaving her words with soft warm edges; he idlely fingered his coffee and thought of the night he'd spent drinking red wine out of her clavicles, wincing slightly as her nipples brushed against his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/clavicle-klavikel-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9ay7mCeCUoN5_W8XzCVBqWwWFeTpsk1tWUtncLswi8ND_kRhgHAQQQmkGbhvL9Oe-InRK35rb_ZHXvPlLzRi7zszQKzuE2uGGqc5XVCHK4JY7zTSKXUsRbalbb2pZNwfz1GT6g/s72-c/clavicle.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-1315259499345639546</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-21T14:26:50.471-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bwK0O8RbFxkBz-1karkSTDjYf-ArAWed7ECna4s9JaTyRWKXZ4ALb01qh7qEHxXfia0pQuwG2zvCbEnFx0fGVoouadK8GTpv4anQKpGeaizJ4KSQsuq7Q76uLHrcifyJ1Gnjmw/s1600-h/cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bwK0O8RbFxkBz-1karkSTDjYf-ArAWed7ECna4s9JaTyRWKXZ4ALb01qh7qEHxXfia0pQuwG2zvCbEnFx0fGVoouadK8GTpv4anQKpGeaizJ4KSQsuq7Q76uLHrcifyJ1Gnjmw/s200/cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034070150841809426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for•lorn / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;fawr-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lawrn / adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;desolate or dreary; unhappy or miserable, as in feeling, condition, or appearance.&lt;br /&gt;2. appearing sad or lonely because deserted or abandoned; despairing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;forlorn glances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The street meat vendor said $3.50 and when I gave him a one dollar bill, three pennies and forty nickels he looked at me with the same forlorn expression usually reserved for middle age men standing out in the bitter cold waiting for their dogs to crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/forlorn-fawr-lawrn-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bwK0O8RbFxkBz-1karkSTDjYf-ArAWed7ECna4s9JaTyRWKXZ4ALb01qh7qEHxXfia0pQuwG2zvCbEnFx0fGVoouadK8GTpv4anQKpGeaizJ4KSQsuq7Q76uLHrcifyJ1Gnjmw/s72-c/cart.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-2809612349661743706</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 23:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-27T18:32:34.519-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kx1hg1mgiMiIGMBlDpebDcdPPD-AmpwBmkOHFwZSO0U-VZIOSVdWwYlyBhx3gxmQIUagboL4afHTyvy864XDWMFP4pvxPGOhMnk9d0HaoSp6Rr_FkYERQ8b5jjxRCIm96UiP4g/s1600-h/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kx1hg1mgiMiIGMBlDpebDcdPPD-AmpwBmkOHFwZSO0U-VZIOSVdWwYlyBhx3gxmQIUagboL4afHTyvy864XDWMFP4pvxPGOhMnk9d0HaoSp6Rr_FkYERQ8b5jjxRCIm96UiP4g/s200/shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013353428271178114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shiz•zy  // shízee // n. adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. the shit, as in very enjoyable or more than satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. for sure, certain. (fo' shizzy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Margaret put down her spoon. "That mousse au chocolate is tha shizzy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Fo' shizzy my Nizzy." replied John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/12/shizzy-shzee-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kx1hg1mgiMiIGMBlDpebDcdPPD-AmpwBmkOHFwZSO0U-VZIOSVdWwYlyBhx3gxmQIUagboL4afHTyvy864XDWMFP4pvxPGOhMnk9d0HaoSp6Rr_FkYERQ8b5jjxRCIm96UiP4g/s72-c/shit.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-4079997079654868135</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-01T01:39:13.781-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/417289/hideous-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1644/4156/320/889417/hideous-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ol•i•gar•chy  / óligaarkee /  n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a small group of people having control of a country, organization, or institution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I find myself involved in a highly volatile love oligarchy as Chief of Staff. I estimate I can hold on to this envious position for a few more minutes before I am, once again, mopping floors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/12/oligarchy-ligaarkee-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-2200690929652858965</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-30T00:23:07.313-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/834077/tofurkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1644/4156/320/196567/tofurkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mince  / mins / v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. to cut up into very small pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. tr. (usu. with neg.) restrain (one's words, etc.) within the bounds of politness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He was crying lightly now but she would not mince words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Tofurky tastes like bullshit Andrew. And I think it's time you admitted it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/11/mince-mins-v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-9135119591944529013</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-16T14:55:40.881-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/915156/20051026_spray_can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1644/4156/320/880333/20051026_spray_can.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;den•i•grate  /dénigrayt/  v.tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. criticize unfairly; disparage the reputation of (a person).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chet looked at the message and sighed. "Chet sux ass!" was spray painted across the wall by the back entrance of the school. Another low moment of his high school denigration.  He quickly crossed out sux, replaced it with sucks then went inside for first period Physics which was totally going to suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/11/denigrate-dnigrayt-v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-5446114439136753784</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-06T22:51:29.506-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/plates.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/plates.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;he•gem•ony  / héjemonee /  n. (also see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hegemony"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. leadership or dominance, esp. by one nation over another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager burst into the shipping room. He bent over hands on his knees breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do we have any more of the Innova Dinnerware?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Charles. He looked down. As soon as Target ran that commercial of Paris Hilton scarfing down the Innova ceramic plates, people were lined up at the registers.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most absurd thing I'd ever witnessed. These dishes were hideous. It was a wonder that anyone could &lt;span&gt;eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt;   them to begin with, let alone actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;   them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just need one more sale." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently we were poised to topple last years overall sales quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're out." I replied slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A droplet of sweat fell from the managers head and hit the cement floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry." I said and winced as the last plate which I had stuffed down my pants shifted uncomfortably.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/11/hegemony-hjemonee-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-6570895559950025915</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-04T03:45:12.935-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/250px-Basketball_court_dimensions.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/250px-Basketball_court_dimensions.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nas•cent  / násent, náysent /  adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. (esp. of a process or organization) just coming into existence and beginning to display signs of future potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. in the act of being born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We pulled the springboard out of the equipment room and placed it just in front of the free throw line. From mid-court I ran as fast as I dared, hit the board, flew up and completely missing the slam dunk, grabbed onto the rim. I swung a bit and dropped down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"That sucked!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Yea, yea. You're next dickhead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I picked up the ball from the corner and threw it at him. Ryan was stringy but really fast; a nascent athelete of some kind although he was most likely destined to stay on the farm. Backing up all the way to the other end of the gym he ran and hit the board full steam. I watched in awe as he launched, slammed the ball through the mesh, grabbed the rim, turned upside down, let go and landed on the floor with a sick thud. His head bounced one and a half times. I doubled over laughing. He tried to get up and slipped back down. I laughed till my eyes were blurry with tears. Then the blood started pouring out from above his left eye. Pouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/nascent-nsent-nysent-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-1764155939606634473</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Oct 2006 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-21T13:03:43.223-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/dryer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/dryer.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e•mas•cu•late  /imáskyelayt/  v. &amp; adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. castrate, geld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. make feeble or ineffective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Something about the way she passed the butter was so cold; emasculating intonations dotting the ends of her sentences like tiny knives...no, no. Mark simply could not justify letting her out of the dryer just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/emasculate-imskyelayt-v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-8529964409648261606</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-17T11:23:37.177-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/crumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/crumbs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e•tas•ta•sis  /metástesis/  n.  (metastasizing v.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. the transference of a disease, etc., from one part or organ to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Long after the guise of employment and welcome at the cramped apartment had dissipated, the guest began baking things daily and becoming increasingly creative with their placement. I would often come home from work famished, wanting only a hard boiled egg only to find them all gone, used in the most recent batch of tasteless cookies which I'd later find in my shirt pockets or folded into my clean underwear. This time, as I emptied the crumbled goods into the trash I could feel her gaze on my back. It was coming from the gap between the doors of the armoire. She had begun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;metastasising from room to room as to complicate the arithmetic of her overstay and I couldn't remember her name or when she had gotten here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/metastasis-metstesis-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-5745205212359344507</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-14T14:03:25.032-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/coffee-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/coffee-cup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pro•lix  /prolíks/  adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. (of speech, writing, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; wordy, redundant; tedious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Oh this useless thing! A terrible read. Underdeveloped characters, impossibly fractured plot, entirely prolix, over-explanatory dialogue. Ugh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Carter set down the dictionary and sipped his coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/prolix-prolks-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-8163898715847547142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T00:56:31.884-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/looking_down_stairs_after.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/looking_down_stairs_after.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can•ter  /kánter/  n. &amp; v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a gentle gallop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was then that the bottom half of Marie's body rebelled. After years of careful plotting, it made it's move, breaking into a canter down the stairs leaving the tyrant upper half groping at the empty space below the navel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/canter-knter-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-8863027338256430701</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-09T01:00:29.906-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/cake-fight.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/cake-fight.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pre•emp•tive  /prée-émptiv/ adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. (of military action) intended to prevent attack by disabling the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. to seize upon before someone else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The remaining six of them were standing around the last piece discussing very diplomatically exactly how and when to divide it when Jim, armed with a silver fork he had concealed in his shirt cuff, made a preemptive attack and devoured the cake. He laughed and laughed. Then they shot his balls off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/preemptive-pre-mptiv-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-4168671357459368797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2006 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-06T01:39:18.312-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/shop_accs_group_333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/shop_accs_group_333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cil•i•um  /síleeum/ n. (usu. in pl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; /sílea/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. a short minute hairlike vibrating structure on the surface of certain cells, either causing currents in the surrounding fluid or providing propulsion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After leaving them in the room to argue about the whereabouts of James's Foam Suppressor, I stood leaning over the railing looking down at the Jewish women's morning swim club. They moved in slow elliptical patterns, their black gowns like cilia moving them through the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/cilium-sleeum-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-3858404665083520248</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2006 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-02T20:59:03.284-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/cart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca•price /keprées/  n.  /kepríshes/ adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; an unaccountable or whimsical change of mind or conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared a long time at the blue one. I walked around the store with it in my hand. When I came back to the shelf again, I thought, the red one was pretty nice too. I thought about how the red one would be nice to see in the mornings and would match the pillows. Okay, red it is. As I approached the counter I imagine me waking up tomorrow and first thing thinking "Shit. Should've got the blue one." Back to the shelf. I decidedly grab the blue one. As I turn away I notice that the red one has a nice sparkle. I have both in my hands. I could get both. Switch them in and out. Red in the evenings, blue in the..well. Blue would be good in the evening too. Just pick one! Christ. It's so hard though. This is taking way too long. I stare and stare. Suddenly I pick up the gold one, march to the register, pay, leave, ride the train home and fall asleep for 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/caprice-kepres-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-1353257889908892031</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-30T12:10:05.413-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/diamondrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/diamondrainbow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lap•i•dar•y  /lápideree/  adj. &amp; n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. concerned with stone or stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. (of writing style) dignified and concise, suitable for inscriptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. (n.) a cutter, polisher, or engraver of gems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She fusses with her dress a bit and sings the opening lines from Black Swan. When she floats over to what's left of the sofa and rests beside me, she sets to work her lapidary imagination and walks her transparent fingers across my thigh. Fingers like tines breaking apart my meatloaf dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/lapidary-lpideree-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-8289721784651935605</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-24T21:25:42.471-05:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/golf-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/golf-07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;os•si•fy /ósifi/  v.tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. turn into bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. make or become rigid or unprogressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When the topic turned to international dental systems and then golf, he became more ossified than ever and gathering up the delicate, loose material of his shirt into the form of a shovel he dug his way across the crowded room shaking his head no, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/ossify-sifi-v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-8807840700461702624</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Sep 2006 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-27T00:31:06.367-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/bread.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;re•crim•i•na•to•ry  /rikríminetawree/ adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. make mutual or counter accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Did you eat my last piece of bread?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had, but rather than admit it, I gave my roommate a recriminatory look and added,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "When can I expect your rent?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/recriminatory-rikrminetawree-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-1324360519840191762</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-26T00:04:26.615-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/0000000042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/0000000042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;keen  /keen/  n. &amp; v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. a lamentation for the dead uttered in a loud wailing voice or in a wordless cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish fell, her composure popping like a plastic cup under a tire, when the hairdresser removed the dryer revealing the haircut that would end her marriage; the lady next to her was pointing while the faces pressed up to the window keened intractably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/keen-keen-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-1894054872281398227</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-24T23:43:21.087-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/Picture%20789-HandJobKB_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/Picture%20789-HandJobKB_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in•trac•ta•ble  /intráktebel/  adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. hard to control or deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They fumbled about in the dark, groping and squeezing at the intractable erection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/intractable-intrktebel-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-5142110757446412816</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-21T01:33:51.717-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/trunk-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/trunk-monkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'pid  /'pid/ adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dat's tha muthafuka gots me up wit dat shit an I ain't 'pid, I's a watchin, alaway watchin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/pid-pid-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-3798237559318764896</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 04:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-19T01:15:19.726-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/koln_top.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/koln_top.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu•ri•o  /kyooreeo/ n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a rare or unusual object or person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely there are more dignified ways of going out than falling on a sharp curio in an antique store in New England?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/curio-kyooreeo-n.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-279257907211161797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-14T23:33:10.675-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/leg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/leg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dif•fi•dent  /dífident/ adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shy; lacking self-confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. excessively reticent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old polish lady who sat next to him was carrying a bag filled with chicken legs. He pictured them leaping up out of the bag, playfully, mischievously rubbing against the others making squeak toy noises as they moved. Children would shriek with joy. The woman with the nice eyes would touch him on his paunchy shoulder and emit a soft sound that means "something amazing is happening", a leg would then leap into her arms to be cradled. He would rise and they would stand there, all together on the gum stained subway platform and sing. Oh how they would sing! YES...but...no. Not today. Today the legs would remain diffident and still, soaking in their own blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/diffident-dfident-adj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-3450002150151216503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-13T17:27:55.496-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/187035sdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/187035sdc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dis•in•ter  /dísinter/ v.tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. remove (esp. a corpse) from the ground: unearth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2. find after a protracted search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;John Arbor raised his yellow plastic fork, sunk it deep into the muck and disinterred the still warm cigarello while the small crowd of winos that had gathered swayed gently to the sound of Unchained Melody weezing out of a busted-ass Coby FM radio.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/disinter-dsinter-v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34047596.post-6445349225801708983</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-13T00:27:18.356-04:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/1600/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1644/4156/320/belly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dis•tend  /disténd/ v.tr. &amp; intr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. swell out from pressure within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"And that's final."  He lay his hands across his distended belly, his calm stare augering clean through the side of Richard's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://thedailytinfoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/distend-distnd-v.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jawsnyc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>