February, 2010

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Adventures in vocabulary and the truth about coconutiness

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

haupia trifle

So I think to my self, ‘trifle‘. It seems like the word ‘trifle‘ is more of an adjective or a verb from what I remember. But apparently it’s a ‘something’, and a pretty appetizing sounding ‘something’ at that. In my daily search for different haupia recipes, I came across an interesting recipe for haupia trifle. Now at first I thought this to be just a cute name for the recipe. But in looking the word up in Wikipedia (because Wikipedia is the default definition of all that is real), yielded an actual primary hit. Trifle is actually a desert of some sort. “A trifle is a dessert dish made from thick (or often solidified) custard, fruit, sponge cake, fruit juice or, more recently, gelatin, and whipped cream. These ingredients are usually arranged in layers with fruit and sponge on the bottom, and custard and cream on top”. I now have kml to thank for improving my vocabulary, and introducing yet another wonderful recipe for haupia. If someone ends up trying this recipe, please post back and and let me know what you thought of it. Otherwise enjoy the jump of true coconutiness – by Coconut girl (kml)

Debt of Humor

Friday, February 26th, 2010

The Intro:

For every word a price must be paid or benefit gained. Normally this is thought of a as a political or commercial theorem. But if you ponder deeply enough into the eyes of a very old and ornery field mouse, it will eventually bite you square on the nose. The same is to be said for humor or other types of general verbal spewing. It all cannot be just pixels or generics. Something or someone, somewhere must pay for those really awful and intestinally challengingly unfunny jokes that are printed ( as some may comment often drone on in these pages ). Everyone knows those office moments where someone tells the ultimate in untimely and unfunny conversationally injected jokes that is so beyond inappropriate, not funny or inversely the absolutely the worst possibly pun you’ve ever heard. Payment has to be had. Karmic humor must exist….

The Pygmy:

Somewhere out there, on an undiscovered land or area, there are probably a small nation of pygmies that exist that unknowingly suffer from all the ills of the rest of humanity. This is where all of karmic humor must rest. A small insignificant bad joke may kill a single pygmy. A gut wrenchingly bad pun, a village. To the poor pygmies, its a sort of random event of unexplainable bad fortune.

The Scenario:

Bob walks in to Marks’ office; “I got a question, Mark,…”, Mark quickly replies, “I have an exclamation mark, but its sorta the same, just more straight and less squiggly at the top…..”

The Visual:

*somewhere far away in pygmy land*

*small boar hunting group of pygmies suddenly fall over dead*

The End:

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