Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
BRAIN, v.t. To rebuke bluntly, but not pointedly; to dispel a source of error in an opponent.
2009 Update: To misdirect a rebuttal, well on the high side.
I can't think of anything. My brain hurts.
I think. Therefore I must have one.
My American Step Grandmother always said when someone made a mistake/did something stupid.
"Brains would tell you"
I felt I was in the clear since I only have one :)
an organ only used
to control involuntary actions
such as breathing
though once was the
of the human body...
well SIR or is that MISTER
may the the rays of the
bless you and your readers
Rabbit, rabbit! 'Tis October, THE FINE MONTH of the year!
Doug, you couldn't sleep last night?
My brain is in a storm
pleased about yesterday
too early to work good
will see doctor today
His name is not Jethro
My brain is full. So I don't hafta learn anything else. :P
Just call me Scarecrow.
PS. Please check your reader if you are not seeing new posts for me. It seems my feed address changed while I was gone. I am posting daily. And most importantly, Rabbit, Rabbit!
What a coincidence, Indie. My brain hurts as well. I don't know why.
I'm afraid today is just a no-brainer.
BRAIN, v. t. To make Brian sleep like a bairn, typically for something childish like adultery, and thereby increase his expressed intelligence. An obsolescent usage because of unfamiliarity with the organ system cited.
Yikes! Judging by all these comments, it sounds like Ambrose's update applies to himself.
the amoeba, are you serving Spiedini Rabbit skewers with Corona beans and arugula pesto?
May I suggest a brisk red wine?
Dr. Evil: (speaking gibberish)
Dr. Evil: (speaking gibberish)
Scott: One time--
Dr. Evil: Zip it. Unveil the time portal.
Mission Control: Crikey! The swinger has landed.
I am proud to have one as I read so many wonderful things about it. Of course, "can translate and understand the definitions written by Doug Pascover" was not among the things it can do but many other great things were!
Actually, Karen, I typically serve my rabbit with pun ... er, plum sauce. Might call for something a bit more full-bodied.
the amoeba faux-scientist:
Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu Lojban-ractu
This is Quead for a Hawaiian rabbit infestation.
Quead is also my word verifier, so I don't know who to believe.
I could while away the hours conferrin' with the flower, consultin' with the rain. All the thoughts that I'd be thinkin', I could be another Lincoln, if I only had a ...
Where was I going with this?
If I only had a brain...
(runs in quickly... looks at watch... whew! 39 minutes to spare...takes deep breath)
(runs out quickly)
Sleeping in today ???
so did i
Still, A-bell? I'm almost 42.
I don't envy you, Indie. Numbness has been a great blessing.
Icy, as Ambrose Bierce put it, Cogito ergo cogito sum (I think, therefore, I think I am.)
That's funny, Mo'a, but I don't believe you.
Shine on, harvest moon, Bear.
Jim, tell Jethro I'd wondered what nights are for.
TLP, Sherlock Holmes thought the human brain was a big warehouse with only so much room.
Thanks, Nessa. I see you're right about that. I thought grandmaing had taken you from us.
Anonymous, put down the slurpy.
Rabbit, rabbit, Terry.
Amoeba, what good news that a scientist like you uses his own for anagrams! We are doomed.
Karen, a fine selection, I just bet.
Internal dialogue, Mr. Powers?
JJ, why isn't "sane" on your list?
Ariel, for that you need a gorilla's.
Haha, Amoeba. It looks like I missed that one. I wish my RSS reader would treat me fairly. I wish I weren't a slave to it.
Faux scientist, Karen? I'll have you know Amoeba's a right authentic marine biologist with a PhD and sole laureate of the Waking Ambrose Golden Propeller Beanie.
Got me, Quill.
There you go, Jenn.
Rabbit, rabbit, Sauerkraut.
Bear, it just takes a while to think of something sometimes. The walls around here are too soft.
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