Word of the Day

It's always important to have an expanded vocabulary, so I present the Word of the Day: Haboob.

I wish I could use this word in some sort of Fictionary or Balderdash game, I really think I could come up with some convincing fake definitions. Of course, they would all play off its root word "boob" (Latin word meaning "a singular breast") but really there's no other direction to go with a word like haboob. For the record, a haboob is a type of intense sandstorm commonly observed in arid regions throughout the world, and there was one recently in Phoenix. It's actually quite impressive, I'd recommend giving it a hit or two on Youtube.

But another important reason I tell you this is because I probably won't have many opportunities to use this word in everyday conversation, yet I'm obviously not going to not use this word. All this means is that I may or may not stretch the definition a bit to facilitate my ability to use it here and there. After all, there's nothing worse than getting out of a great Abstract Algebra lecture only to be greeted by a cold, wintery haboob on South quad. Fun fact: the slang phrase "hubba hubba" actually comes from the Arabic word Haboob. Also, I'd like it known that I have never used the phrase hubba hubba in my life, nor do I ever intend to.

What's really great is that I'm still at a point in my life where I can enjoy this word. It wasn't long ago when my favorite lake was Lake Titicaca, for its serene beaches and deep blue, warm water of course. Some may call this immature, and I really don't care, because I pity the person who can't find humor in the simplest of things. Really, I just enjoy these words for how well they lend themselves to great puns. The trick is to keep a straight face when you drop these words into daily conversation. If you describe something as "titillating" in a workplace or casual conversation, you absolutely cannot start giggling. That will lose you a lot of respect, very quickly. It also may bring on a sexual harassment suit. However, if you hold your composure, avoid eye contact, and use it in a punny way (i.e. "yeah, I had a titillating conversation with Ms. Morgan") you will be seen as a connoisseur of conversation, a boss of banter, a chief of chitchat! You may even get a courtesy laugh.

Another great word on my horizon is girthy. Unfortunately, it's not technically a word, but it should be. It's just an adjective meaning "to have a lot of girth." It's more politically correct to call someone girthy than to call them fat anyway ("Mom, you're looking a little girthy, you sticking to your diet?"). Regardless, I just enjoy describing everyday objects around the house as girthy, mostly just for the strange reactions I get. As always, as long as you don't giggle after describing something as girthy, no one can possibly call you out as being inappropriate. Nor should they! People need a sense of humor these days, it's ridiculous.

Besides, it's better to use these words than to use the words that everyone uses, that's just boring! And if you don't really know how to use a word, just try to be close. Chances are, the people you are talking to don't know the word either. That being said, be creative with the word haboob! "I fell off my bike and now I have a habooboo!" (That is the minimum amount of creative you will have to be, I suggest you come up with something better than that for sure).

Score: 5 out 6. How can you not enjoy talking about haboobs! Seriously...

Blue Moon

I generally don't post anything without some specific piece of wisdom that's on my mind, but it's been far too long and the NCIS daily marathon just ended. I figured I could just go back and finish up my open-ended multi-part series(es), but there are two problems with that: one, I don't think I ever had something to write about in the first place, and two, if I did there's no way I would have remembered it now. And for the life of me, I cannot remember what my revolutionary new educational system was. Which is seriously a shame, because I apparently believed at the time that it would blow your mind. I still think it would blow your mind, but I guess I'll have to re-invent it.

Theorem 26: Blue Moon Ice Cream is Really Good

I think one my biggest character flaws is that I don't deal well with anyone who doesn't like the things I do. Obviously this applies to almost anything, so you can imagine why my life is so rough. I legitimately get frustrated when I hear of people that are Yankees fans who are not from New York. I also get frustrated with people who like terrible music and people who like Sports Science. I get frustrated when people choose soft serve ice cream over regular ice cream, I don't get that. In fear of getting frustrated just thinking of all the things that frustrate me, I'll stop.

But there is one more: for some reason I get REALLY frustrated when people don't like Blue Moon ice cream (that's the blue ice cream that they have at the DH). I don't know why this bothers me so much more than everything else... I mean I don't think I've really ever complained that no one else wants to eat my chicken patty sandwich (except Kerry, so glad I'm not the only college student that has a third grader's diet). But really, I don't get why people don't at least try it, and then like it. You people have to give it a chance!

And fun fact: the flavor Blue Moon actually can mean a number of different flavors. So all you people that have asked me what Blue Moon tastes like, you were asking a stupid question. But again, to answer your question, the Blue Moon flavor at the DH tastes like blue. The moon part is a misnomer, it has no moon flavor whatsoever, just blue.

Besides, it's ice cream, and you can't not like a dessert. Vegetables, yes. But Blue Moon ice cream? It's like any other ice cream, it just tastes different. I don't even care if you eat it, just why not like it?

Thanks for skimming my extended pitch for Blue Moon, I just had to get that off my chest.

Also, I think I'm going to start rating my theorems based on how much I enjoy writing them and therefore how good they are. This is a 2, out of 6.

F.Y.I. I love me some Notre Dame, which is why I chose this picture.