Word of the day for Tuesday, February 28th

I don’t know what I was doing yesterday, but I found myself in the midst of a lot of Australian words that I had never heard as a kid in those Australian tourism ads starring Paul Hogan: larrikinism, bunyip, yakka. My favorite, however, is:


shivoo. Shivooooooooo! It means a boisterous party or celebration. “Origin uncertain” according to dictionary.com. My humble opinion is that you know you’re really at a boisterous party when the noise of the party reaches a cacophony of nonsense words “Shivoooo!” and such like. Shivoo just sounds better as a word for a party than Blarghablah or Yakyak. Also, I haven’t looked them up yet but it’s possible that those are Australian words for something else.

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Snorky big

Paleontologists may take issue with this cartoon, but what about cryptozoologists? Is there some cryptozoologist wringing his hands watching this right now, saying through gritted teeth, “Sea serpents do not eat mud pies”? I’ll bet there is.

Cliffs notes

It’s still a little early in the game to make any real judgments, but so far my California History class is stranger than my class on Magic, Religion and Witchcraft. To wit, here are some facts I’ve just learned about my home state’s early days:

  • The state was named after an island of Amazon women ruled by Queen Califia. They had weapons made of gold and rode into battle on the backs of their trained griffins.
  • Head of the Spanish mission system Father Junipero Serra was 5’2″ tall, and he frequently beat and burned himself to stop the bad thoughts. He also seemed to be really proud of his ulcerated leg that developed from an untreated insect bite.
  • The all-important representative of the Spanish crown with control over the Caribbean, Mexico, and the southwest part of the future US in the late 1700’s was a fellow named Joseph de Galvez. Galvez had a really hard job to do and he kind of went crazy from all the pressure (or maybe he was always crazy), and when the native Americans in the region kept repelling Spanish rule he decided that the best thing to do was to get together an army of 600 apes from Guatemala to defeat them. Somehow this plan never came to fruition; I’m guessing he either got some rest or maybe one of his underlings said they were working on it and he forgot about it.

That’s it so far, but I’m sure there is more to come.

Word of the day for Tuesday, June 25th

On Sunday, I delivered a singing telegram and a fig tree while dressed as a yeti. I also played my trombone. Is this skill set worthy of

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? If you think it is, you would be wrong.

Floccinaucinihilipilification: estimating or categorizing something as worthless. I made fifty bucks.

Lunch sucker

Benny said that the last time he was in Mexico, he got into a lot of fun conversations with the locals simply by asking about chupacabras. “Will we see any chupacabras here?” he would ask, and the locals would laugh and laugh and tell him there was no such thing as a chupacabra, and then they would keep talking.

It sounded like a good plan for our recent trip to try the same thing, but whenever we brought up chupacabras, we were met with blank stares and silence. Was the joke no longer funny? I know I would laugh if a foreign person asked me for help finding Bigfoot. That’s a funny joke there. Or did these people not even know what a chupacabra was any more? On our trip, we never saw or heard any mention of a chupacabra. Until we passed by Picasso’s* loncheria** on the second to last day, that is.

Open Wednesdays and Saturdays. We found it on a Thursday; otherwise I would have tried the joke with them.

*Yes, I know Picasso was Spanish, not Mexican. Sheesh.
**Actually, it was a meat store, not a loncheria, but I just love the word loncheria.
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The Troublemaker

The old lady in this cartoon is kind of amazing.

Don’t skip part two, when she really hits her stride:

No, thank you

I’ve learned something this morning. I’ve learned that I never want to see a baby centaur again.

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Paging James Thurber


Hey, I just adopted a unicorn! His name is Bucky.

So. What do unicorns eat, anyway?

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Come share the smashing

I think it’s absolutely shameful that those guys from Georgia are saying Bigfoot is dead in their freezer; I hope people aren’t believing them. I mean, besides the fact that I would find any policeman with a stage name awfully suspect, I happen to know from Bigfoot’s memoir that he has never lived in Georgia.

Thankfully, the big guy has issued his own press release in an attempt to quash these terrible rumors; you can find it here on boingboing. All hail Bigfoot – taquitos and White Russians for all!

Bigfoot portrait by Graham Roumieu

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