Sunday, August 08, 2004


I don't think I've ever been negligent
(Describes a condition in which you absent-mindedly answer the door in your nightie)

but I might just subscribe to Frisbeetarianism
(The belief that, when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck there)

having been converted slowly over 15 years of frisbee practice with doug.

Some new words for the OED at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages

(I've noticed lately that there's a new sect of muscular chuckit-tarianism springing up in the parks around here. On Sundays it seems that nearly every dog owner now walks with a rod or a staff of the flexible plastic kind with a whipping action, and can be seen flicking tennis balls piously and lustily every twenty paces for their whippet, poodle or labrador cross.)

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