<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:12:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words for Things That Don&#39;t Have Words</title><subtitle type='html'>A public service dedicated to making the English language more efficient.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-96797143998278287</id><published>2010-11-09T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:06:38.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phonoxiousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/2282872616_7956d89378.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 345px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/2282872616_7956d89378.jpg?v=0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fo-nok-shuss) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious psychological disorder characterized by the need to play music from a battered cell phone without headphones while on public transportation. The sound emitting from the cell phone is often described as one of the worst sounds on earth to hear. However, people who suffer from &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;phonoxiousness&lt;/span&gt; are completely oblivious and even think the sound is pleasing. These people also suffer from extremely low intelligence as well as the delusion that they are not among the worst people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;a suitable image to convey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;phonoxiousness&lt;/span&gt; could not be found, so an image of Michael Douglas on a comically big cordless phone will have to suffice.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/96797143998278287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/phonoxiousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/96797143998278287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/96797143998278287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/phonoxiousness.html' title='Phonoxiousness'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-310451750661769180</id><published>2010-11-06T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:06:05.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racisual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.nndb.com/people/806/000022740/scatman2-sized.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 260px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.nndb.com/people/806/000022740/scatman2-sized.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rais-izsh-ual) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to describe the overwhelming amount of people of Caucasian descent found whenever one searches for images on Google images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every phrase or combination of words typed into a Google image search - unless the entered phrase contains ethnic-specific phrases like &quot;mariachi,&quot; &quot;sushi chef,&quot; and &quot;Jay-Z&quot; - it will bring up about 99.9% Caucasians. The .1% difference usually contains an image of a famous black person who has absolutely nothing at all to do with the keywords entered into the Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;an image of Scatman Crothers, the actor best known for his roles in The Shining and One Flew Over the Cuckoo&#39;s Nest, was found when a Google image search for &quot;religious/epistemological theories in 16th century China.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/310451750661769180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/racisual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/310451750661769180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/310451750661769180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/racisual.html' title='Racisual'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-1808463274789342749</id><published>2010-11-06T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:49:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagueiche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Sports/images-2/hockey-fight.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 261px;&quot; src=&quot;http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Sports/images-2/hockey-fight.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vayg-ee-shay) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;verb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act, most often performed by professional athletes during interviews, that involves repeating cliches and speaking full monologues without ever saying anything that has any substance or meaning whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Vagueiching&lt;/span&gt; is a common trait of professional hockey players. Answers from hockey players to interviewers have been known to consist of nothing but the phrases &quot;eh,&quot; &quot;uhhh,&quot; and &quot;we just gotta skate harder and put more shots on net.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Despite the severity of this hockey fight, when asked about it after the game, both players gave the same answer: &quot;Uhhh...we just gotta skate harder and put more shots on net, eh.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1808463274789342749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/vagueiche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/1808463274789342749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/1808463274789342749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/vagueiche.html' title='Vagueiche'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-4904841548407828274</id><published>2010-11-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:26:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eetrep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://xae.xanga.com/3c8f84f7d1534267757396/z213583534.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 189px;&quot; src=&quot;http://xae.xanga.com/3c8f84f7d1534267757396/z213583534.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(each-rep) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of hesitation accompanied with confusion over how to convey a message via e-mail or texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that it is absolutely necessary to avoid talking on the phone at all costs in modern society, each and every form of communication must now be read on some sort of screen. However,  the human mind has not yet evolved to fully comprehend written communication in the same way it does verbal communication. This has resulted in an upsurge of &quot;smiley faces&quot; everywhere, as well as &quot;winking faces&quot; to indicate such ultra-personal communication like kinky naughtiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, these childish symbols are not always appropriate or adequate in conveying a subtle nuance in communication, and many people experience &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;eetrep&lt;/span&gt; several times a day. Research has shown that some people have considered simply calling the other person and getting the point across quicker and more effectively. However, the thought of verbal communication has been shown to cause intense fear within the research subject and they preferred to settle for awkward and unclear text messages that resulted in several more back-and-forth email or text sessions clarifying the initial message and apologizing for the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A recipient of a text message from somebody who experienced eetrep before pressing &quot;send&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4904841548407828274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/eetrep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/4904841548407828274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/4904841548407828274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/eetrep.html' title='Eetrep'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-6566528674160873167</id><published>2010-11-03T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:24:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oshitsorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://images.askmen.com/blogs/lifestyle/do-you-have-porn-shame.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 194px;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.askmen.com/blogs/lifestyle/do-you-have-porn-shame.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ohsh-its-ahrry) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling a male has after ejaculating quicker than intended. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Oshitsorry&lt;/span&gt; is sometimes mistaken for guilt and/or embarrassment. However, research shows that &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;osh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;display: block;&quot; id=&quot;formatbar_Buttons&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;on&quot; style=&quot;display: block;&quot; id=&quot;formatbar_Italic&quot; title=&quot;Italic&quot; onmouseover=&quot;ButtonHoverOn(this);&quot; onmouseout=&quot;ButtonHoverOff(this);&quot; onmouseup=&quot;&quot; onmousedown=&quot;CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton(&#39;richeditorframe&#39;, this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Italic&quot; class=&quot;gl_italic&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;itsorry &lt;/span&gt;is closer to fear in terms of emotional reactions, due to the worry the male has that the female won&#39;t allow him to have sex with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men magazine industry is alleged to be entirely supported by the existence of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;oshitsorry&lt;/span&gt; due to their endless variations of &quot;how to prolong your sexual enjoyment&quot; articles. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Oshitsorry&lt;/span&gt; has also been known to be used as an excuse for men to masturbate more often - due to a rumor that breathing in deeply during sex will prevent premature ejaculation. This has long proved to be untrue by countless experiments from millions of voluntary test subjects. Nonetheless,  those test subjects are still testing. Again and again. Sometimes without even breathing deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;a man experiences oshitsorry while his female companion considers vibrators, lesbianism, and her male companion&#39;s best friend. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6566528674160873167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/oshitsorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/6566528674160873167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/6566528674160873167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/oshitsorry.html' title='Oshitsorry'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-3825732534508111702</id><published>2010-11-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:17:40.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physioprick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3iwHHVEx5I0DDEyWrr6vGPYrv5aRelzsFgo5Ysl-0EWj2xXpU1VdD4x-VqETfqZqMxv-T4kBAem1nroAcM1OKn-rSf7hSVTvG46y3Mp_Ylr2wk0bbUiPr8Z-PI0VEJSdSdAWjzE30c4/s1600/physioprick.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3iwHHVEx5I0DDEyWrr6vGPYrv5aRelzsFgo5Ysl-0EWj2xXpU1VdD4x-VqETfqZqMxv-T4kBAem1nroAcM1OKn-rSf7hSVTvG46y3Mp_Ylr2wk0bbUiPr8Z-PI0VEJSdSdAWjzE30c4/s320/physioprick.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535396040458252018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fiz-zy-ohp-rick) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who tends to occupy exercise machines at the gym without actually exercising. This mental defect is usually caused by either complete ignorance of common sense and social etiquette or a sense of entitlement and self-obsession that often affects people who go to the gym on a regular basis. The former is a common affliction of many members in American society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter, however, is a growing and dangerous psychological trend made even more dangerous by the existence of gyms because if these &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;physiopricks&lt;/span&gt; get healthier, they will live longer and prolong their &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;physioprickness&lt;/span&gt; to the detriment of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget asking the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;physioprick&lt;/span&gt; if you could use the machine while he or she &quot;rests.&quot; They will likely be too busy listening to their ipod and staring at the wall to be bothered by your simple request to take turns on a machine like people are supposed to do. They will only look at you like you like you&#39;re an overly gung-ho, steroid-injected, gym-control freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;physioprick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;  not getting up from the gym equipment because screw you, that&#39;s why.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3825732534508111702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/physioprick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/3825732534508111702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/3825732534508111702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/physioprick.html' title='Physioprick'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3iwHHVEx5I0DDEyWrr6vGPYrv5aRelzsFgo5Ysl-0EWj2xXpU1VdD4x-VqETfqZqMxv-T4kBAem1nroAcM1OKn-rSf7hSVTvG46y3Mp_Ylr2wk0bbUiPr8Z-PI0VEJSdSdAWjzE30c4/s72-c/physioprick.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-3437834179929077727</id><published>2010-11-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:17:19.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafelce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/04/24/fashion/26bustelo3_650.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 202px;&quot; src=&quot;http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/04/24/fashion/26bustelo3_650.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(caf-ell-say) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;verb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act of putting enormous amounts of sweetened creamer into the really bad coffee sold at Latin American food stores in Manhattan. This is done to make the really bad coffee drinkable - although this is debatable. When one must &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;cafelce&lt;/span&gt;, they can sometimes put so much creamer into the coffee that their coffee has turned into liquid sugar with a hint of bad coffee taste. Although this is preferable to the horrendous taste of coffee brands such as Cafe Bustelo or Cafe Caribe, the risk of diabetes and obesity can sometimes cause a person to cry into their sugar coffee beverage instead of drinking it, resulting in an intense desire to move to a more gentrified neighborhood where getting a decent cup of coffee is a feasible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;a victim of Cafe Bustelo coffee in a delirious state of mind moments before drowning herself in order to never drink Cafe Bustelo ever again. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3437834179929077727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/cafelce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/3437834179929077727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/3437834179929077727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/cafelce.html' title='Cafelce'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-2206970188305021307</id><published>2010-11-03T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:18:36.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polisucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://uvtblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/sexy-naughty-cleavage-sarah-palin.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 451px;&quot; src=&quot;http://uvtblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/sexy-naughty-cleavage-sarah-palin.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(po-lis-uks) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;adj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to describe the political process the day after a democratic election. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Polisucks&lt;/span&gt; usually signifies the fact that all politics are bullshit and that the American people are disgustingly fickle, if not completely and utterly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to things as &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;polisucks&lt;/span&gt; is often accompanied with a disenchantment in the entire democratic process; a realization that the act of voting serves no purpose other than giving justification to a broken and corrupt system that is decided by dollars instead of votes. Nonetheless, most people who experience this disenchantment vote again. Scientific researchers are exploring possible ties between democracy and masochism.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2206970188305021307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/polisucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/2206970188305021307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/2206970188305021307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/polisucks.html' title='Polisucks'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-5852647066270143852</id><published>2010-11-02T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:19:29.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffanonian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/1735925722_528242d734_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/1735925722_528242d734_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(buff-uh-no-nee-in) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who suffers from a rare brain disease characterized by a strong like and interest in Buffalo sports teams, despite the fact that Buffalo sports teams will never win a major sports championship. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Buffanonians&lt;/span&gt; often suffer from alcoholism, high blood pressure, and a desire to stab themselves in the eye with a butterknife at the end of every sports season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Image: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;an elderly Buffanonian stares into the distance as another sports season ends in humiliation and he realizes he would have been better off spending his life searching for plaid unicorns in his backyard rather than root for Buffalo sports teams.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5852647066270143852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/buffanonian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/5852647066270143852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/5852647066270143852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/buffanonian.html' title='Buffanonian'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/1735925722_528242d734_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203964150307219487.post-1921467680449481245</id><published>2010-11-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:20:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellyways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://sp.life123.com/bm.pix/awkward-first-date-conversation.s600x600.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;&quot; src=&quot;http://sp.life123.com/bm.pix/awkward-first-date-conversation.s600x600.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well-ee-wayz) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awkward feeling people have during conversation when each party has run out of things to say but do not know what to say to begin the parting of ways. The result is usually one of the conversation participants saying, &quot;Well...anyways,&quot; and another party saying, &quot;Yeahhhh.&quot; This verbal exchange often succeeds in allowing the conversation participants to begin the good-bye process in a polite and convenient manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the feeling of awkwardness has been known to make a greater impression than the conversation that took place beforehand, even when that conversation was interesting. The result is that each of the conversation participants will try their best to stay away from the other for a prolonged period of time. And if the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;wellyways&lt;/span&gt; were experienced at a party or similar social gathering, the former conversation participants will only acknowledge each other with tight, forced smiles until one of them leaves and eloquently (but quickly) says their farewells.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1921467680449481245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/wellyways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/1921467680449481245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203964150307219487/posts/default/1921467680449481245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsforthingsthatdonthavewords.blogspot.com/2010/11/wellyways.html' title='Wellyways'/><author><name>Dishwasher Philosopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13014910972098667146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyS9CSawKzc/SPKfi-PLQBI/AAAAAAAAADE/4P1BEXiNLM0/S220/450px-Friedrich_Nietzsche_drawn_by_Hans_Olde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>