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Country: United States
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Birthday: 10/19/1981
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Interests: Love, writing, editing, books (I'm especially skilled at reading several at once and thus never finishing any of them), The Band of the Fighting Irish ;-), music of all genres, dancing to music of all genres, Notre Dame football, House, Scrubs
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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Flauntin' my big ol' lexicon

O.

M.

G.

I can now die happy.

There's s a song about Scrabulous (Scrabble on Facebook).

Scrabulous song by Kreole

Parody about Scrabulous to the tune of Fergie's "Glamorous"

Official Lyrics:
INTRO
If you ain't got no vowels, take your broke rack home
If you ain't got no vowels, take your broke rack home

s-c-r-a-b-u-l-o-u-s yeah
s-c-r-a-b-u-l-o-u-s

CHORUS
Like a crossword, 2 players to 4
I'm tryin' real hard, for a triple word score
Seven letters, no more no less
Playin' scrabulous, oohh swap-py swap-py

Scrabulous, scrabulous scrabulous, playin' scrabulous
Oooh swap-py swap-py
Scrabulous, scrabulous scrabulous, playin' scrabulous
Oooh swap-py swap-py

VERSE 1
Get to work I'm on the scene
Staring at computer screen
Facebook's calling out my name
Wanna play some online games

Chat up my friend sukanich
Working on the day shift
Challenge me to a new round
Like my rack, you love this sound

Fancy letters Z and Q
Big points F, U
D and G worth only 2
Don't matter I'm beatin' you

After my turn, after I swap tiles
I like a blue square, double word score style
Hopin' I can win
Flauntin' my big ol' lexicon
I like a...

CHORUS
Crossword, 2 players to 4
I'm tryin' real hard, for a triple word score
Seven letters, no more no less
Playin' scrabulous, oohh swap-py swap-py

Scrabulous, scrabulous scrabulous, playin' scrabulous
Oooh swap-y swap-y
Scrabulous, scrabulous scrabulous, playin' scrabulous
Oooh swap-y swap-y

VERSE 2
(Stupid) damn thing won't reload
I can't tell if I can go
I don't have nothing but
A, E, I and U, E, O

Now this whole board has no SPAces to USE
All I have left is an X and a Q

Triple-letter-score-blue-square
That's my space, don't you dare
You take all the corner spots
I don't believe it! That's not fair

Swap my tiles for an O
You get a hundred for COLOGNE
So if you ain't got no vowels
Take your broke rack home

INTERLUDE - 2x
s-c-r-a-b-u-l-o-u-s yeah
s-c-r-a-b-u-l-o-u-s

CHORUS
Like a crossword, 2 players to 4
I'm tryin' real hard, for a triple word score
Seven letters, no more no less
Playin' scrabulous, oohh swap-py swap-py

Scrabulous, scrabulous scrabulous, playin' scrabulous
Oooh swap-y swap-y
Scrabulous, scrabulous scrabulous, playin' scrabulous
Oooh swap-y swap-y

BRIDGE
I don't like 2 letter words, they're a cop-out yeah ya heard
What you played does not exist, Webster told me so
I don't wanna pass my turn, but for real I'm gettin' burned
No good letters on my rack, thank you you're a ho-o

I play games to pass the time, when I win I'm feelin' fine
When I lose I get upset, I become a wreck
But it gets me through the week, and inspires me to speak
Wrote this rhyme so you would know

My record really blows
Facebook told me so
My record really blows
Facebook told me so


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Catholic Chuckles

So in my days of lying around on the couch, I've been watching a lot of stand-up on Comedy Central, and a few things have stuck out to me...

Lewis Black said (not a new bit for him, btw),
"Patriotism and religion are only good and only in balance when they have a sense of humor. When they don't, things go awry. All we have to do is look at our enemy. That's a group that does not have a sense of humor. That's a group that's just snapped. And that's what happens when you don't laugh. You get all wound up in what you're believing in and no one's going 'heh, heh, heh', and you're screwed."

Now, I don't know about that being the root cause of why "our enemy" is after us and all that, but I think he does have a partial point there: We have to be able to laugh about the exact things that we take to be the most precious and serious things in the world to us. Because if we don't, we're screwed! That's why in addition to being able to laugh at others, we have to be able to laugh at ourselves!

I think that humans, made in God's image and likeness, have such a propensity for laughing, that God MUST have a sense of humor. Oftentimes, for me, it's what makes life manageable... it's what brings me the greatest joy. And I don't feel guilty about it afterwards, either. (Well, usually, anyway, laughing at others' expense when we shouldn't is a topic for some other writer, some other day)

So, in that vein, I wanted to share a little religiosity humor from Dane Cook that I saw Sunday night, which was, of course, immediately on YouTube, ha ha:

These are bits and pieces of Dane Cook's bit about "the sneeze":

I say "God bless you", by the way, when someone sneezes.
I don't say "Bless you".
I don't say that because... I'm not THE LORD.
I can't DO that.
I'm just a messenger for Big Guns upstairs, you know what I'm sayin'?


What am I supposed to say when an atheist sneezes?
"Uh, when you die, nothing happens."


So he's laughing at my beliefs, and finally, I just snap.
I go, "Well what about you? Okay? What about you? All right? What happens to you? You're an atheist, what does that mean? What happens to you after you die?"
Now he gets very serious, like he's going to school me, okay?
He looks at me, he goes, "Oh I can tell you young man, I can tell you. I know what's going to happen to me after I die. After I pass on my body will become one with this earth. From there, I will become a fertilizer for this planet. And with that, I will return as a huge beautiful tree."
That's what this guy believes. He's laughing at me -- He's gonna come back as a f*cking ficus, and... Johnny Weeping Willow over here...
I wanted to slam this guy so bad for this, right? But then I stopped. I stopped, you guys. Please hear me out. I let it sink in, and I want you to as well. I hope when he dies, he DOES become a tree. I hope he's in the middle of the wilderness and he's doing his tree thing, whatever it is trees do -- I know they do a lot of work with breezes. And wouldn't it be FANTASTIC if while he was out there just enjoying his tree-ness, through the woods, a huge sweaty guy with an axe comes along, sees him and he (swush! swush! swush!), chops him down (smash!). You put a chain around him, drag him through the mud and the muck, throw him into a saw mill, grind him up (neeeeee!), then you pound him down into paper, and once he's paper, YOU PRINT THE BIBLE ON HIM.

(And if you didn't laugh like crazy at that, it's because either it doesn't come through well in written form, and you need to search "dane cook sneeze" on YouTube... or you need to get to the doctor right away because your funny bone is broken.)

And just in case you're worried that I'm laughing only at *others*, watch this little piece, which is one of THE FUNNIEST THINGS I've seen, kind of ever. Oh yeah, that's right, Dane Cook's Catholic, baby. Now, he does a lot of gross humor otherwise and whatnot, so I dunno about all claiming him as a "great" representative of the faith, but he's frickin' HILARIOUS in this bit.

Sidenote: Roe, I SO wanted to post this on Fiat, but I feel like there are some people out there who don't really have the same sense of humor about religion, and if they were to read this, they might be offended? What do you think?


Sunday, January 27, 2008

Some things are worth it...

So... my bronchitis-whatsit-bug is way worse today. Gee, I bet snowtubing (so fun!!) and going to see a band and play games at the Boneyard (SO SO fun!!) may have had something to do with that.

Don't worry bloglits, I'm lying low all day today and going to the doctor -- first time since last January!! It's a Kelly-record!! -- tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, just when you thought all those things-falling-out-of-the-sky disaster movies were made up, this happens.

Why yes, I have been wasting the day playing online, why do you ask?


Saturday, January 26, 2008

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down

Stupid sick bug! GRRRRR.

I'm going out anyway, so THERE.

SNOW TUBING!! WOOOOOOO!!


Friday, January 25, 2008

Your life makes children cry!

Yet another comic about one of the problems of our generation: going to school and ending up in a low-paying job nonetheless...



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