I'm just sayin'

Paul keeps a list of "Abberisms," or phrases he thinks are unique to me. I maintain (correctly, of course) that most of these phrases are quite common. He proved me right the other day by finding his favorite Abberism in the Urban Dictionary.

Paul also likes to take brief mental breaks at work. Sometimes during these breaks he composes songs or rhymes to amuse himself and his friends. Based on a set of his favorite Abberisms, he recently composed this email:

So I was just sayin’ that I was gonna say that clearly this is my point….I do what I can!

To which I replied:

My point is that clearly someone is not doing what he can at work this afternoon. I'm just saying.

Poetry bug?

I was crabby about the weather today. Crabby enough to whine to myself about it on the way to work. For some reason totally independent of Cyndy's post, I formed the whine into a haiku while I drove. Since Cyndy and Maggie have already shared their thoughts in haiku, I thought I'd mix it up with a cinquain:

Sneezing,
Big hair, damp cold,
Or worse, a moist hot day.
I really hate humidity,
A lot.

Eureka!

Friends, the quest has ended. The great wikipedia has found the male equivalent of nymphomaniac:

nymphomania (female) = satyriasis (male) = psychological disorder characterized by an overactive libido and an obsession with sex

Rest assured, they are no longer listed in the DSM-IV, seemingly replaced by the more politically correct and official-sounding:

hypersexuality = impairing need for frequent genital stimulation that, when achieved, does not result in long term emotional or sexual satisfaction

I also learned the definition of stock option from wikipedia this week. (I obviously had a general idea but it occurred to me I didn't fully understand the mechanics.) But there's nothing sexy about stock so I won't bore you with it here.