End Bits & Idjits (For Those Who Cannot Focus)
Friday, February 5th, 2010
Don’t Mind Me, I’m Just Miffled
My brain invented a new word today, and that word is “miffled,” which describes the sort of pissy confusion I’ve been feeling all week. It’s a conflation of the word “miffed” and “baffled,” but you probably already figured that out, you big smarties. The urban dictionary calls this “word-bining,” but I’ve just decided it’s really called “blording,” which you pronounce with the “ur” sound of “blur” and “word,” not the “or” sound of “lord.” And “lord” have I “blorded” two new words today? Color me “miffled.”
For Messy, with Love & Squalor
My housekeepers are here right now, and let me tell you, if I didn’t pony up the ducats for their biweekly cleansing regimen, producers from high-channel cable stations would be scouting my ass for their new show on Those Who Live in Filth. And honestly, if they paid even marginally well, I might consider it.
For Mushy, Who’s Just Miffled
I took a bunch of pictures last night and about five out of 500 are crisp at 100%. The others are a warm bath on a hot day, which is too bad because there are some ruined gems in there. Sigh. I kind of miss the half-assed cameraphone days, when it was the light leaks and vignetting that made each shot special. Now I’m getting all picky, picky, picky. Sometimes knowing more means enjoying less. (There must be a word for that. Let’s make one up…)
