Word For The Day, Thursday, March 11, 2004

The Verbivores | 3/11/04 | Teacher

[Argh]

To paraphrase Frank Zappa, he of the Barking Pumpkin Digital Gratification Consort, don't eat the yellow taglines. You're welcome.

[international american]

I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may tend to incriminate me..............

[NicknamedBob]

Cool! Teach the rest of us how to do it. Maybe you discovered an "undocumented feature."

[xsmommy]

dang, i don't have any colors on mine!

[secret garden]

Hah!

[secret garden]

I would if I had a clue about my homepage and my preferences, neither of which are listed online.

[Argh]

Don't worry, the dog's bark is worse than her bite. In fact, she won't bite at all unless you pay.

[Gabz]

The WFTD and all of it's variations was being used in my daughter's school this afternoon........I got a call from the school nurse at 2:15..............Jax is now in jammies and in bed with an upset tummy and an earache.....no fever thankfully.

[NicknamedBob]

Go to Browze, then click on your own name at the top right of the page. Check on My Preferences, at the bottom it says Theme. See if you are set to default colors.

Alternatively, were you tinkering with background colors? Perhaps even in another program?

[international american]

Details??

[Gabz]

You don't want the details Jax was giving me in the car on the ride home........believe me. The synopsis is she didn't make it to the trash can in time to lose her lunch.

[xsmommy]

hope she feels better, gabz.

[international american]

I figgured as much, but I had to ask. Hope Jax gets well fast!

[NicknamedBob]

You’re ... what?

I have been called homophobic,
It isn’t at all the case,
Though I do get adrenaline rushes,
When someone gets right in my face.

I’m willing to live and let live,
But that’s not enough for some guys.
They don’t understand my reaction,
And I want to open their eyes.

If you do what you want and say nothing,
Then you and I can be friends.
But your right to swing with your purses,
Ends where my nose begins.

Please leave me alone with my problems,
Don’t rev up my engine of rage.
My temper is normally idle,
So don’t let my clutch disengage.

If there is one thing about me,
HomOcidal is perhaps the right phrase.
Society says it don’t trust me.
That’s why I’m avoiding your gaze.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 11, 2004

[Gabz]

Thanks.

Upset stomachs are easy to deal with.....it's the earache that has me concerned. In fact the nurse didn't even mention it to me when she called, she wanted to know if Jax had a history of earaches, wich she doesn't. jax informed me of the trash can incident after we left the building.....

[international american]

How old is Jax? Earaches in young children can sometimes be serious!

[Gabz]

She's almost 6 and has never had one before.

[international american]

No worry, just keep her away from the teacher:)

[NicknamedBob]

Hey Gabz,

This is going to sound so twelfth century, but did you ever hear of ear-candles?

It's just about the most ludicrous concept you can imagine, but it's effective and fun!

The basic idea is to remove the build-up of human earwax in a safe and gentle way. Hollow sleeves like ice cream waffle cones, but made of beeswax, are placed on an upturned ear. When you "light that candle" a gentle draft of warm air softens and draws the earwax into the bottom of the taper.

It's surprising how much earwax can be extracted, painlessly, by this method. Periodic use can remove a potential source of pain and infection, and even clear up hearing problems.

A fun thing to do at the end is to examine the shapes, like little figurines.

Of course, safety is a concern. Make sure your patient is mature enough to not try to run off in panic with a candle in her ear! One pictures the Reverend Jim from Taxi, coping with a power outage in a novel way...

Another fun thing for you might be that you get to "give someone a light..." Just don't let "you-know-who" find out about it!

Despite my description, don't try to make them yourself. Find someone who has actually done it before. Good luck in that search!

[Laura Earl]

When I was still in the Sunday School nursery, I got really pi$$ed when another little kid had a didn't make it to the trash can episode, and my brand new velvet Mary Jane's got all splattered up. I cried like a banshee!