Alright, it has to be when people use proper nouns/brand names as verbs
No, you did not Google a question, you did not Xerox those papers, you did not Uber to work, and you did not Doordash that food.
Some people are just simpletons like that
So I was having a "lump-in-my-throat" feeling earlier today, and considered looking it up to see why, but then it made me think of something else:
How comes it's always a 'lump' in the throat and not a "ball," "mound," "blockage," or another similar synonym used to describe some kind of rotund obstruction?
Do people just have the feeling and think "Hmm, yes, 'lump' is instinctively the perfect word used to describe this feeling," or do they only associate it with that because people in the past have called it a 'lump?'
(P.S. The post title is meant to be a portmanteau of "lump" and "lexicon," but the actual pronunciation with how it's written just doesn't quite match what I was imagining in my head)
Last week at Target, I bought this nifty crab inner tube (pool donut floatie thingy) with crab pincers and big eyes on it, and thought it was cute
The next week, I went back to Target to buy this other 5-foot wide flamingo inner tube for $21.95 ($20 + tax + membership discount), but I found a puncture hole in it the next morning when I was trying to blow it up
(with my mouth, I can't find our pump (tried a bike pump, but the interface is not right))
Today, I went back to Target to return it, and saw that there was serendiptiously a 40%-off sale on all inner tubes. The flamingo tubes were out of stock, so I bought this awesome popsicle float instead
It greatly expends my lungs to inflate it manually, but I'm sure it will make waves once I hit the beach with it
The original, live-action Garfield movie that released in 2004 with Bill Murray is Garfield: colon The Movie, whereas the animated Garfield Movie tha treleased in 2024 with Chriss Pratt is The Garfield Movie (no colon)
I would know, I watched the latter three times the year it came out---twice in theaters, in fact!
The first time, it was when we went out of town to see our cousins, and we went to a fancy theater with dinner options. I watched the movie as I stuffed a flatbread pizza into my mouth, just as Garfield would have!
The second time, my sibling and I went to the mall near the start of June and saw it while a local children's day camp was on a field trip of sorts was also attending.
Unrelated, but it sure is a better movie field trip than my past day camp movie field trip experience. The movie was Finding Dory, and I dropped my entire box of popcorn just a third of the way through.
(Just to clarify, a "day camp" is pretty much a summer camp for kids for when they cannot be left unsupervised while their parents are out at work)
(I remember there being these stupid yellow mesh jerseys they would make you wear to distinguish whether you were part of the big kids, small kids, or in-between.)
Oh yeah, he third time was just for fun over Winter break, of course. :)
The thing that makes the most unbearably mad has to be "pop-culture" questions during trivia night. Like who decides what is "popular" and what is not? Not you, that is.
It's like a null pointer error; people assert that there sorts of things are "popular," but you can't actually trace back where any of their claims come from.
What really stokes my distaste for trivia in general is that there is also no such thing as "common sense."** Knowing obscure references and passing it off as "common knowledge" is not impressive.**
Furhtermore, a lot of my peers* indulge themselves in a sort of "what I like is cool and anything else is lame" ideology that really sickens me
There's a reason why after enough times and after enough attempts at stimulating summer camp activities, it stops being "trivia night" and becomes "mandatory trivia night"
*Smart, but often very boring people (you know who you are)**
**Especially the history fans; they were always living in the past (not joking)
What people don't tell you about living in the city is that there are a lot of random noises all the time (or maybe they do tell you about that, I don't know who you talk to).
Every night, you must try your best to ignore a curated selection of the most boderline alien noises known to man.
And when I say "borderline alien," I am not alluding the steady droning of a water heater, the ominous yet grounding ambiance of fireflies' buzzing, or the frenzied whip of a passing Doppler-effect siren, I mean something that sounds like a UFO is taking off right outside your window!
Then in order to reassure yourself and get back to sleep, you always have to remind yourself: "it's probably just the neighbors."
Although, I will say that the most eerie variety of "City Noises" is when you are roaming through the streets and there is a single ambient noise in effect. Not a cacophony, just one. It feels like something very wrong has happened. Just you and the wind.
Many years ago, my mom had the idea to set up one of those circular aboveground pools for the summer. She set it up in the this psuedo-patio/courtyard found protruding from the side of the house.
We all liked languidly lounging in the lavish liquid, listening to hot tracks (notably Heat Wave), rewatching shows (Bob's Burgers was my favorite back then), or floating around on the inner tubes.
However, any delight soon turned to displeasure faster than a puddle evaporating on a hot day (which is not actually not that fast due to the high specific heat of water (4.184 J/g°C (they made us memorize that in chemistry)) but imagine that it does for the sake of the metaphor) when we realized that we had no way to easily drain the pool because the floor was made of brick/stone tile.
Instead, my sibling and I had to spend most of September hauling pails of water back and forth from the pool to the bathtub any hour we were not occupied.
Next summer, I just decided to indulge my fluid-based appetites with the public pool instead.
In the AAA driving course, something they keep reiterating is how you always have to assume that everyone else seeks to act negatively towards you as much as possible.
It's a real downer, but I guess it's true.
Although, for one of the quiz questions about handling road rage, the fake answers said to "Get out of your vehicle," "Establish eye contact with your aggressor," and most importantly, "Respond, Retaliate, and Escalate"---which is funny because it sounds like a legitamate multi-step acronym/methodology the course would prpose if you did not read closely enough.
You know that thing monks do where they trace lines in the san using rakes? To me, fluid sims are kinda like that.
I can spend hours on end watching the SPH particles flow and ebb along each other without a care in the world...
I vividly remember this one moment from when I was younger in which I was building the LEGO Pirate Rollercoaster (awesome set BTW) in our house's living room late into the night while a Kim Possible marathon was airing on Disney XD. I never forgot that theme tune any time soon.
I recently started re-watching the show, and I gotta say that it is still as exciting as I remember.
On a similar note, I recall this one 'peer' I knew back in high school who had orange hair, and often wore a black shirt and green jeans simeltaneously. I sometimes referred to this as the "Kim Possible fit," but I don't think anyone else got the reference until I brought up an image."
The reason why they call it a "two-point turn" is because you only earn two points from doing it
Be sure to do a better trick next time
Back in middle school, I remember some people I knew signing up for the "color guard"
I was never quite sure what they actually did, but I always wondered whether they guarded all colors, or just the primary ones
I really need to plan better whenever I go to the mal, just like today
Mall often than not, I just end up walking in circles around the concourse for hours on end without entirely being sure what to buy
Today during period 1, we held a potluck for the final. I brought two 2-liter bottles of soda, Sprite, and Cactus Cooler.
People only drank the bottle of Sprite, so I took back the bottle of Cactus Cooler and carried it around the whole day.
My friend always carries around an energy drink all day, so maybe this can be my signature accessory for next year: a giant bottle of soda.
Just like my mother.
Do not ask friends to write yearbook quotes in highlighter
You think it would look cool, but it does not
When in doubt, always blame time dilation
In the mood for some fruit (had to get my fiber in for that day), and strolled over to my meager supply. However, any fruit at the time had been dehydrated into dried fruit. I was disappointed that the fruits of last night’s grocery shopping (pun intended) ended up like this, but I preferred dried fruit, if anything. So I was more disappointed when the dried fruit I had already owned got over-dryed, somehow. I could hardly tell what the original produce was among the mush.
I set out a glass with ice cubes on the table with the intention of preparing a drink. I turned around to grab my bottle of soda, only to find that the cup was deprived of its original contents and now contained some strange pink-purple gas. I did some research afterwards, and found out that the it was so hot that the ice melted into water, evaporated into water vapor, and ionized into plasma.
Some time later, I decided to log on to the laptop. A loud hissing sound started to build. It had a habit of loudly blowing air from its vents when running a computer game application—fair enough—but also for no apparent reason when I would simply surf the web. Fearing that my airflow-challenged device would combust, I hastily shut down—not even giving myself the chance to save my progress, hmph—and relocated it to the refrigerator.
Strolling past my glass of plasma, I watched it suddenly dissipate. It does not make sense how it has managed to last this long, but I could not question the laws of matter in that heat. Well at least until I noticed something… wrong about the air around me. I am not sure how, but I was able to sense that the air content of the area was altered; the chemical bonds of the air molecules were actively being broken apart by the heat. Not sure what would be the impact of this, I opened a window I neglected to breach before, and that seemed to solve the problem.
I went to languish on my bed, but a sweaty monster emerged from the underside. It explained that it was waiting to scare me that night, but just decided to call it quits and go home after hearing it would not get colder.
In a last-ditch attempt to decrease the temperature of my domain, I substituted the AC cooling for holy water. Do not inquire as to how I acquired that. Anyhoo, now the machine unit just emits a blinding light of divine will. It sure looks cool, but it burnt a hole in the wall and the room got even hotter than before. I think I may get sent to some layer of hell for this (maybe heresy?), eventually; but I suppose it is relatively colder there.
1. Chicken Tortilla
2. Clam Chowder
3. Split Pea
4. Matzo Ball
5. Tomato (honorable mention)
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