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November 9th, 2001 - 4:21 a.m.I'm Currently Avoiding:
There are certain people who have certain opinions. Darn, I should've been more vague. Anyway, yesterday and today,
November 8 is .... Dunce Day (Whee. Does this mean I have an excuse for being dumb on this day?)
November 9 is .... Chaos Never Dies Day (Umm...chaos isn't alive to begin with, how can it die?)
I mentioned evil Halloween sale candy the other day. I bought a bag of Smarties. Now who remembers those? Anyway, I like these things, but every *single* little individually wrapped dealy-bobber has an odd number of little candies. Why, I don't know, unless it's just to drive me nuts. Somehow, the explanation for this must involve cheese, monkeys, and Wisconsin. It's a conspiracy! Like always!
vapid (adj. VAP-id or VAY-pid)
: lacking liveliness, tang, briskness, or force : flat, dull
"Then away goes the brisk and pleasant Spirits and leave a vapid or sour Drink." So wrote John Mortimer, an early 18th-century expert on agriculture, orchards, and cider-making, in his book on husbandry. His use was typical for his day, when vapid was often used specifically in reference to liquor. The term, which entered English in the 17th century, comes from vapidus, a Latin word that means flat-tasting and may be related to vapor. These days, you're likely to hear people referring to wine as vapid. You're likely to hear the word in plenty of other situations, too. Vapid, along with the synonyms insipid, flat, and inane, is often used to describe people and things that lack spirit and character.
Maybe I should update more. Maybe I have nothing to update about. Maybe that fact has never stopped me before and isn't likely to stop me in the future either. Maybe I just don't feel like updating ever. Maybe I'm compelled to do so anyway. Maybe all my diary entries should be comprised of statements that are possible and are qualified by something like the word maybe. Maybe that would get really annoying really fast. Maybe it already has. Maybe this paragraph will just drag on and on and on. Maybe this is the song that never ends, only without singing, Sherri Lewis, or sock puppets. Maybe drugs are bad. Maybe drugs are good for you if used improperly. Maybe this is just like that Van Halen song, "Right Now," only with lots of maybe statements. Maybe I have better things to do. Maybe I should stop saying maybe. Maybe the judicious use of somethingorother would be appropriate. Maybe this isn't funny. Maybe I'm amused anyway. Maybe you're tired of reading this by now. Maybe I don't care. Maybe I should write the rest of this in the background color. Maybe this has become vapid. Maybe it was already vapid long before I started saying maybe. Maybe I'm entirely too fond of the word maybe. Maybe all sentences should be pallindromes be should sentences all maybe. Maybe that would be incredibly confusing. Maybe "He Wasn't Man Enough." Maybe he wasn't a man to begin with. Maybe I've had too much tea and sweets. Maybe I should go to bed. Maybe this is the end of the paragraph. Or is it? Mwuahahaha....I wonder if any one is going to catch this bottom part? Well, they will if I make it long enough...well, maybe. Maybe, maybe, maybe...mwuahahaha...maybe!
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And I like it that way.