opprobrium- noun 1. the disgrace or the reproach incurred by conduct considered outrageously shameful; infamy. 2. a cause or object of such disgrace or reproach.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/opprobrium
Even though she knocked threw an enormous temper tantrum while guests were at dinner, her opprobrium was not punished.
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| User: | angelkittykat |
| Date: | 2008-08-27 11:16 |
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Anyone has any good leads on job opportunities in my area, let me know, please?
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| User: | ladycrim |
| Date: | 2008-08-27 10:27 |
| Subject: | time for a giggle ... |
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| Mood: | amused |
About a year ago, an oil tanker split in two off the coast of Australia, spilling 20,000 tons of crude oil.
Naturally, the politicians rushed to reassure the public:
(Actually, this is comedy duo John Clarke and Brian Dawe, but who would put it past a politician to say these things?)
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| User: | katestine |
| Date: | 2008-08-27 10:51 |
| Subject: | Posted using TxtLJ |
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Anyone have opinions about MyPublisher vs. Blurb vs. Shutterfly books? Played with the first last night and it seemed less flexible and more expensive :-(
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| User: | katestine |
| Date: | 2008-08-27 07:57 |
| Subject: | Humpday poll - Today's Special |
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| Music: | Tanya Tucker - "Someday My Prince Will Come" |
Poll #1248981
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All Which have you consumed more recently? Who is dreamier? Which is more wrong? Which do you prefer? Bonus: What's the underlying theme of this poll?
( Where the questions came from )
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| User: | angelkittykat |
| Date: | 2008-08-26 21:51 |
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| Mood: | aggravated |
I hate coming back home. I hate the crap I get from Heather and the attitude by a simple question of asking what the bags in her hands are. I know I can't stay at Vinnie's forever because he needs his space but I just hate coming home.
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| User: | xkcd_rss |
| Date: | 2008-08-27 04:00 |
| Subject: | Fetishes |
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http://xkcd.com/468/
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| User: | alayna |
| Date: | 2008-08-26 16:30 |
| Subject: | Random pointlessness today...:P |
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| Mood: | awake |
Definitely my favourite song nowadays...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPJAdJ3vMuw
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| User: | 1word1day (posted by rainbow_yarn) |
| Date: | 2008-08-26 02:58 |
| Subject: | Spectacular bicycle Tuesday!!!! |
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| Mood: | good |
cruciverbalist [kroo-suh-vur-buh-list]
noun 1. a designer or aficionado* of crossword puzzles.
1. A constructor of crosswords. 2. An enthusiast of word games, especially of crosswords.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=cruciverbalist
*meaning an ardent devotee; fan, enthusiast.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=cruciverbalist
Although I never had any patience with crossword puzzles and other such games, my grandmother was such a cruciverbalist that she constantly carried a pocket thesaurus, crossword reference book, and her puzzles with her wherever she went.
This is true. My grandma used to love crosswords. I have no mind or patience for them, though.
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| User: | timtamfan |
| Date: | 2008-08-25 19:46 |
| Subject: | Data on a plane |
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Congratulations Dr. BBJ :)
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tmesis \tuh-mee-sis\, noun: In grammar and rhetoric, the separation of the parts of a compound word, now generally done for humorous effect; for example, "what place soever" instead of "whatsoever place," or "abso-bloody-lutely." Tmesis is from Greek tmesis, "a cutting," from temnein, "to cut." In two words, im possible. -- Samuel Goldwyn
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| User: | ladycrim |
| Date: | 2008-08-25 09:51 |
| Subject: | It's a miracle! |
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| Mood: | thankful |
DOMINIC'S ALIVE!!!!!
Just now got the news - after the woman taking care of him left, the vet apparently decided to try and save his life. He's currently alive and incubated. I don't know if it will actually work, and I have to steel myself for the possibility that it won't - but for now, my little fighter has a second chance! (Or is it third? He's using up his nine lives at quite a pace ...)
Unfortunately, in order for the vet to do it, we had to surrender rights to the little guy. This means we can't get him back. That saddens me, but if he's alive, then that's all I really care about! I just hope I can at least keep updated on his condition!
Hang on tight, folks. This story isn't done yet!
(Meanwhile, that vet is SO getting a fruit basket ...)
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| User: | xkcd_rss |
| Date: | 2008-08-25 04:00 |
| Subject: | X Girls Y Cups |
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http://xkcd.com/467/
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| User: | ladycrim |
| Date: | 2008-08-24 19:54 |
| Subject: | Sad News |
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| Mood: | numb |
Dominic passed away today.
He was doing extremely well, but last night he had trouble breathing, and he went quickly downhill. Turned out he had an upper respiratory infection. Between his age (11 days) and his still-compromised immune system from the surgery, there was really nothing more they could do. They put him down early this evening.
I was two hours away from home, so I didn't get to say goodbye. I don't know if it's better or worse that I didn't. I'd have probably started sobbing. As it is, I'm just kind of numb.
Meanwhile, as soon as I got home I hugged Mollie tight. I really needed that.
Enjoy the Rainbow Bridge, Dominic. I'll miss you, little guy.

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| User: | huh_uh_bob |
| Date: | 2008-08-23 11:47 |
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It doesn't matter nowadays.
Time to just put it all behind and move on.
They've already done so and are living as happily as they can.
Let it go and appreciate what you have right in front of you.
Stop making the same mistakes over and over again.
I love and appreciate him as much as I know possible.
I miss you. I'm sorry I was never there for you. I'm sorry it's come to this. I'm sorry I can't help now. I'm sorry I can't share memories or laughter or tears or anger. I'm sorry you feel/felt so alone. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough for you. I'm sorry I did things I said I would never do. I'm sorry I betrayed my morals and beliefs. I wish I can say I'll change all that now, but that's much easier said than done.
I'm going to make a difference and prove that I'm something. I'll make something out of myself yet.
I think I'm done with this ridiculous website. It holds too much negative memories for me to continue to remind myself of.
I'm not going to be that stupid, self centered, piss of shit person anymore. I do not want to be that anymore. I will do better and act better and just fucking be better. I just don't know how long that's going to take for me to actually accomplish.
The End.
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| User: | 1word1day (posted by nerdfury) |
| Date: | 2008-08-24 00:05 |
| Subject: | Saponaceous |
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It's technically past Saturday here in Downunderverse, but despite that I'm in your future, it's still Saturday there! Personally, I welcome our new mechanofeline overlords!
Saponaceous - sap·o·na·ceous [sap-uh-ney-shuh s] Adjective
Soapy, slippery, evasive, having the consistency or likeness of soap or slipperiness. Can be used to describe someone or something. From New Latin Saponaceus, from Latin sapon (soap)
Example: Try as he might to think of a way out of it, the saponaceous little bastard was right - the contract was air-tight. But on the plus side, John could do what he liked with his newly won soul - Freddy was an Atheist!
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| User: | katestine |
| Date: | 2008-08-23 00:53 |
| Subject: | Adventure tank on E |
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Off the mountain, safe and sound. Turned around at 11K ft bc of a blizzard :-( Wind is NOT my friend. I'll be home Mon.
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| User: | 1word1day (posted by sea_gaagii) |
| Date: | 2008-08-22 16:49 |
| Subject: | Aug. 22nd, 2008 - Epistaxis |
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ep.i.stax.is [ep-uh-stak-sis] –noun Pathology. nosebleed.
[Origin: 1785–95; < Gk epístaxis a dripping, equiv. to epi- + stag-, s. of stázein to drip, drop + -sis]
epistaxis. Dictionary.com. Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Random House, Inc. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/epistaxis (accessed: August 22, 2008).
Example: Bob spoke to his new girlfriend, "When I am in your presence my heart slams itself against my chest cavity trying its best to rip itself out as an offering of love. But, alas, although my ribs may break and lacerate my heart's muscle fibers, the best it can offer is my life's blood". Bob placed his hands under his nose and squeezed the hidden ketchup packets he was holding, spraying his girlfriend with the sticky red sauce. Bob was single again; was he the only one who thought epistaxis was romantic?
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| User: | alayna |
| Date: | 2008-08-22 12:16 |
| Subject: | September is nature's Xanax....:) |
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| Mood: | calm |
I know, I know...I haven't been around for a little while!! As many of you know, my brother was in town visiting Atlanta for the first time (actually, the first time *anyone* in my family has come to visit Atlanta), so I had very little free time to do anything, much less keep up with my blog.
It was an excellent visit, and I have to thank all my Atlanta friends for being so awesome to my brother while he was here. However, it was a little too much "togetherness" for me (I'm always fond of saying that there's nobody I love enough to want them around 24/7, and family is no exception!), and I'm glad to have some downtime and personal space.
Perhaps it's because I have been so non-stop busy for the past few weeks (I didn't even get to see the Olympics), but I've come to realise that while sometimes I enjoy my social calendar, other times, it's somewhat of an obligation. Some days, I'd rather stay in and watch TV and cook dinner. It's something that comes and goes in phases, but I guess I've now entered a more "low-key" phase.
I decided that, for the next month, rather than going out 5 nights a week, I'm going to appreciate some "low-key" time. Instead of spending money and energy on going out to dinner or the bar all the time, I'm going to concentrate on improving the apartment, myself, and my life. I guess I'm in a little bit of a frustrated creative phase...there's all these things I *want* to do, but I just never do them. There's always an excuse; not enough time or money or inspiration...but the result is that nothing ever changes. Problems never get solved, and I never improve the things I am dissatisfied with.
Sometimes, I'd rather spend time with just the people I'm closest to, and not entertain strangers. Sometimes, I'd rather watch my favourite TV show than go out drinking. Sometimes, I'd rather read a book or watch a movie in my PJ's than go to a party, and it surprises me that I don't feel bored with this. Many times, I *don't* want these things...I get so restless and *have* to have adventures and fun and interact with crowds of people and absolutely hate living in one place for too long. I guess that phase just isn't around right now, and has been replaced with this comfortable, introverted phase. For instance, tonight, my super-fun Friday activity is to have dinner at the Olive Garden with some good friends. *laughs*
It helps that my roommate seems to be in the same phase, because we can do things like host parties at the apartment together and actually cook dinner at night, which is something we haven't done in ages. I'd like to start playing poker again, too, which is a favourite hobby I've neglected for a long time.
Maybe autumn is just "nesting" time. I seem to go through that at the same time every year. It could just be a time of year when I'm reminded to find peace and happiness in the simple things, and to remember how important close friends and family are to me. I think it may be a subconscious shift in perception; I moved to Atlanta in September, and some of my best memories of this city are related to that time. It was a time of just being happy to be in a new place with someone I loved; warm weather, orange leaves, walks in the park, apple cider at Starbucks, creating a happy place to be. It isn't so much that I miss that person around autumn, but I miss that simplicity, that time of possibility. There's something that, every year, makes me want to recapture that peacefulness and optimism on my own. It doesn't seem to have to be other people-oriented; in fact, other people tend to take peacefulness out of my life.
Strangely, this time of year is always one where I feel I like living here, and think about making it a long-term plan. Like every other phase, it goes away and is replaced with another, but it's actually quite nice when it's here. Whether I'm walking down the streets of Atlanta, or New York, or Washington D.C., there's something that makes me excited about life. In a way, autumn is a sad time...it's the fading of a happy time into something grey and cold and empty. But, for me, it always reminds me I'm young and energetic and have a lot to appreciate...even if I don't always remember that.
So, if I seem anti-social for the next month, I'm not, really. I haven't forgotten to be fun. I'm just spending some time centering myself, and being happy with the little things. I'll be all set for some wild and crazy parties by the time October rolls around, and it's time to look for some costumes! ;P
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| User: | ladycrim |
| Date: | 2008-08-22 00:06 |
| Subject: | Dominic Update |
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| Mood: | relieved |
Dominic ended up having his leg amputated today, and I'm happy to say he came through surgery very well indeed! When I picked him up from the vet, he was going back and forth between being groggy from painkillers and crawling all over the place mewing. He climbed out of the box he was in and made his way up my shirt, perching on my shoulder! I think he'll get along just fine without a leg. (He just needs to learn how to balance. He keeps tipping over.)
He's admittedly not entirely out of the woods for another week or so (risk of infection and so on), but the vet is very optimistic. A co-worker's niece, who does wildlife rescue, is taking care of him for a few days. He's in good hands. I'm very relieved. :-)
I don't have any new photos of him or his siblings, but what's a cat post without a pic? So:
 This is Mollie and she approves this message.
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