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word up
08/07/2007 = 07:01 AM

Well, it's August, and it's hot out, which is my dad's cue to get short of breath and wind up in the hospital.

He did this three years ago, too; if you don't believe me, both I and the Mom wrote about it at the time. I don't have the energy to go look them up; you can if you want.

Anyway, this go-around, they had him on a BiPAP for twelve hours, forcing oxygen in and making him breathe it out, so he's doing much better than he was already.

I can't go visit him, though, because there's a thing on his x-ray which may or may not be pneumonia, and so he might be contagious.

The Mom does not seem overly concerned — mostly exhausted — but she also may be hiding it from me. Go love on her.

Eddie Murphy "conceding paternity" of Melanie Brown's baby is tantamount to Star Jones-Reynolds "conceding" that she had gastric bypass surgery; both concessions are tantamount to my announcement that I have a short attention span — it's history, not news, and the media are not "reporting" dick to us that we didn't already know, and speaking of my short attention span, why are we still talking about this when Scott-O-Rama is back and that's real, actual, News You Can Use?

The most enjoyable thing that's happened at work this past week (that didn't have anything to do with my job and can, therefore, be a topic of discussion in here) is the fact that I was walking past the office of one of the suits and he was swabbing his desk with some sort of cleaning agent that smelled, to me, wonderfully liquid-lunchy.

I wanted to go in there and ask him if we could do shots, but suits tend not to have the best senses of humor, particularly about such sensitive subjects, and the moment was lost.

Be fair; it wasn't even worth describing here. The only reason I even bothered was that I felt compelled to introduce my new adjective, liquid-lunchy, to the world.

I suppose, if I'm going to make up my own words for the aroma of alcohol, I ought to ease up on people who insist on saying irregardless when both regardless and irrespective are perfectly viable substitutes, not to mention that they are real words.

But if I did that, I'd have to allow for sublinial instead of subliminal, tertiary instead of cursory, prolific instead of prodigious, and nucular instead of nuclear.

Then, the next thing you know, I am forced to stand on the corner with a cup and a sign that says "Will diagram sentences for food," which is a sure sign that the terrorists have won.

Tags: words

drinking: coffee
listening to: nothing
feeling: bleh