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Last night as I died laughing from that analogies post I was thinking all the while, “There’s no way this is actually as funny as my overtired brain believes right now. Tomorrow it will not be nearly as funny.”
Au contraire, mon cerveau. This morning at breakfast I read it to my friends Jordan and Rebecca and I could not even finish, Jordan had to read it for me. They thought it was funny but neither of them nearly had chocolate milk shoot out of their nose. And then I proceeded to laugh hysterically at anything and everything, possibly annoying millions of people around me, but careth not I.
The result? I have felt all morning like I just had a really really good laugh. (Probably because I did…) The kind that sits in your chest for a long time and turns the skies brighter (or grayer in my case; gray=great), passing smiles friendlier, the world a little better of a place. In simpler, genius-ier terms, Gigglebox Euphoriasm.
Gigglebox Euphoriasm (n): The lingering sensation of openness, cleanliness, and wholeness in one’s chest cavity, diaphragm, etc., brought on by genuine, sometimes non-stop, purely joyful laughter.
Coined by myself, use as you wish.
What's A Smoot?
The Origin Of The Smoot
Several internet sources say that back in October, 1958, Oliver R. Smoot was a first year student at MIT, trying to join a fraternity, Lambda Chi Alpha. During “pledge week,” wannabe frat boys were asked to do semi-insane things to demonstrate their willingness to be humiliated by upper classmen, a test of character for certain fraternities.
In Oliver’s case, the assignment was to go with a bunch of other pledges to a bridge — the Harvard Bridge that spans the Charles River — and measure its length, but not in the usual way, says Mr. Cairns:
[T]hey were told to use one of their number as a ‘ruler.’ Smoot was chosen for the job because he was the shortest — which would make the task longer and more arduous — and because he had the silliest name, which was already [thought of as sounding a bit like] an obscure unit of some sort anyway.
The measurement was done by getting Smoot to lie down, marking his height with chalk and paint, then getting him to stand up, move one length further along and get down again, and again, and again. For a while, Smoot did it under his own steam but after a hundred or so times he became tired and his companions ended up simply dragging him from one space to the next.
In this way, it was determined that the bridge was 364.4 smooots long “plus epsilon,” although this was later recorded as 364.4 smoots plus an ear.
And so the “smoot” was born. A smoot is the length of one 17 year old Oliver R. Smoot — which translates to five feet seven inches, exactly.
Coinage, fool me
Today, I went to a mini store to buy a band aid. I tried the other mini store I never went to, simply because I wanna know what’s in the store. When I asked the owner for Hansaplas, a certain famous band aid brand, and she gave me a fancy band aid instead. I mean I was clearly said I wanted to buy a Hansaplas band aid and not a fancy band aid. I already have it in me for fancy band aid, but I need a simple band aid with the same color as my skin, because I was going to use it for my feet ankles. I have problem with my shoes. It tried to kill me. Thus, I have to wear a band aid to prevent a scar from the back of the shoes. But, the lady must have been naming all kind of band aid as Hansaplas. The term in linguistic called Coinage, this means “One of the least common processes of word-formation in English. That is the invitation of totally new terms. The most typical sources are invented trade names for one company’s product which become general terms. Kleenex, Xerox, Zipper,nylon,asprin” (George Yule) So, now I am wearing a purple fancy band aid in my ankles. Fancy that, huh? LOL