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Ralphie, Part 2. (Warning: Risque)

Part 1 is here.

Warning: Slightly risque.

At Psychology Today Blogs, Gad Saad thinks he has figured out why you hear wine common-sewers and other foodies use nonsensical language to describe wine, coffee, and other commestibles, puffoonery such as this

A refreshing style, offering lively balance to the pear, tangerine, lime and stone character, persisting into a well-formed, focused beam. This has depth and length.

Big deal. I have a flashlight with a focused beam.

Anyway, here’s a nugget:

In one of my earlier Psychology Today articles titled “Men Use Fancy Words to Impress the Ladies,” I described a study in which researchers had found that subsequent to being primed about a romantic motive, men were more likely to use less common words (as a means of showing off). I suspect that the BS inherent to wine and coffee descriptors is rooted in a similar signaling effort wherein the speaker is trying to demonstrate that he/she is cultured and sophisticated.

Warning: No taste at all, but the bit about Rob Ford swayed me to post it.

Hurry, supplies are running out!

There are lap dogs, there are service dogs, there are hunting dogs, and then there are twerking dogs . . .

Via Cowgirl Up.

Email to George Zimmerman from his lawyer surface in an unexpected place.

Wars and rumors of war.

Via PoliticalProf.

From always-well-written “Roadshow” column in the San Jose Mercury-News:

Q: I feel badly passing this on to you, but does the decision not to have carpool lanes through the tunnel mean that the Caldecott bore will NOT have “Carpool Tunnel Syndrome”?

The only element missing from this is Robert Vaughan.

Via WTKR.

Gina Barreca marvels at the phenomenon of the purse.

Men? Men carry a credit card and a twenty. If they need it, they buy it. Or they ask us for it.

After all, we’ll have it in our bag.

We carry extra eyeglasses, lip balm, Q-tips, Band-Aids, a half-empty water bottle, four pens (two of which work), 16 crumpled receipts, a tiny notebook, gum, mints, hand sanitizer, perfume sample (empty), tampon, aspirin, non-aspirin pain relievers, Tums, Imodium, matches (we don’t smoke, it’s for friends), a “fun size” Snickers, nail glue, an emery board, a compact 5X mirror (ironic, right?), tweezers, cell phone, Bluetooth, floss, AAA battery (which helps with nothing, ever), and three cute, striped paper clips too adorable to discard.

I’m guessing she’s never looked in a man’s briefcase (or, in the case of hipsters, backpack). I used to have a sewing kit, bandaids, and miscellaneous other sundries in mine, in addition to my lunch.

What wasn’t in there? Briefs.

College students who drink too much apparently violate Facebook’s “community standards.”

Without college students drinking too much, what would be on Facebook? And when did Facebook get “community standards”?

As far as I can tell, Facebook’s “community standards” are things of convenience, a movable feast, a convenient foxhole, a hiding place for the zuckers.

This is a hoot.

It’s a good time to remember another radio scare – the amoeba that attacked Charlotte.

On Aug. 4, 1965, in the spirit of fun, a disc jockey named Rick Fight at the old pop music WIST-AM broke into his afternoon show to report the urgent news that an amoeba was loose in the city.

Well, this is mildly depressing.

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