confute

confute \ con·fute\ [kuhn-fyoot] –verb (used with object), -fut·ed, -fut·ing.
1. to prove to be false, invalid, or defective; disprove: to confute an argument.
2. to prove (a person) to be wrong by argument or proof: to confute one's opponent.
3. Obsolete . to bring to naught; confound.

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When I first read this word and definition, I thought it was very similar to "refute" and after looking it up, found I was right.

Can't confute OR refute me on that.

Only Boobs

Would fall for this type of spam.

From my GMail junk mail folder:

Gday!

Howdy How are you currently doing? I like your profile.

Are you interested to see my best private images?

E-mail me at uiorobidegl@hotmail.com and i'll answer back with my private photographs.

ANGEL

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The originating email address was:

ylguleypok@greekfisherman.co.za

The reason I include it is I hope the spambots pick up on it, as well as the Hotmail addy and the sender gets a multitude of Viagra, free restaurant meal coupons w/ completion of survey (and credit card info) and offers to enlarge a certain body part just as I do.

With the "Gday! subject line and the "Howdy" salutation, I could deduce that the sender might be a Texas porn star now living in Australia.  More likely it's probably some 50 yr. old ugly, hairy dude in Moscow with ties to the Russian Mafia.

Still, I was tempted to reply back if only to see the "private images";  the public ones are pretty hot.  No, she doesn't have square nipples - I had to censor it to publish it in this G-rated blog.

Maybe it's harsh of me to say only boobs would fall for this sort of scam; I probably should instead say only idiots who love boobs would be taken in.

Me? I like boobs, but I'm no idiot. A little thick at times, but not an idiot.

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EDIT TO ADD

Just got another mail from Angel w/ same photos but different message and email addy. Here it is with the hopes "she" will be bombarded w/ spam, too.

ostongioobrio@hotmail.com

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Got yet another one - same photos and message but different reply to addy

rerdseeneaeft@hotmail.com

Chapped Lips

I visited one of my favorite websites earlier today, Start Sampling. I always enjoy perusing the recipes and save the best ones. There are also helpful hints every day and one caught my eye: Chapped Lips.

Now, that's an affliction I seldom suffer from, but it reminded me of being a teenager and having chapped lips. (maybe from kissing my girlfriend a little too vigorously and for an extended period of time the night before). I was applying some cherry flavored Chapstick^TM and my dad noticed.

"Whattya doin'?" he growled. "Puttin' on yer lipstick?"

With a typical teenage look of disdain at him, I told him I had chapped lips and they hurt.

"No sense in wasting good money on that." he told me. "Sumpthin' else works much better." "What's that?" I asked him.

"Chicken 'manure'." he said. (to be honest, he didn't say "manure".)

"Ewwww." I said in reply, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Will keep ya from lickin' your lips." he said with a deadpan, straight face.

No Thanks

You Should Get a Tattoo on Your Arm

You are a spiritual and together person. You are wise to the ways of the world. Personal expression is very important to you. You think we should all celebrate our individuality. You don't mind showing off that you're different, even if others have trouble accepting you. You would be proud of each and every tattoo on your body. If someone doesn't like your tattoos, then they don't like you.

Where Should You Get a Tattoo?

Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds

lucubration

lucubration / loo-kyoo-brey-shuhn/
–noun
1. laborious work, study, thought, etc., especially at night.
2. the result of such activity, as a learned speech or dissertation.
3. often, lucubrations. any literary effort, especially of a pretentious or solemn nature.

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I often stay up late, trying to work, study and think, but it's seldom laborious. None of the results are learned or solemn, but sometimes they're pretentious.

Kids Ask the Funniest Questions

I've got a Facebook friend - Kevin - who is the son of an old classmate; I always enjoy his posts, especially the ones about his nephews and nieces and his interaction with them.

I was listening to a classic rock station while recently checking my FB friend's posts and laughed out loud at another one of Kevin's tales about one of his nephews when the old late 70's tune came on: "Do You Wanna Make Love" by Peter McCann. (song w/ lyrics)

Thinking about this song and my own nephews when they were the age of Kevin's reminded me of something I had forgotten until the song stirred my memory. I can't remember where we were, or what we were doing, but my youngest nephew Brad - who has nearly grown children of his own now - tugged on my shirt sleeve and said he wanted to ask me a question. "Sure!" I told him, and knelt down to get on his level. It was clearly important to him that he get my opinion, so I gave him my full attention. "Uncle Mike," he started, his sweet little face looked at me with earnest "Would you wanna make love or wouldja just rather fool around?"

I was taken aback, at first thinking he was making a joke, but he was far too young to even know what that meant. It then dawned on me that he had heard the song on the radio, maybe even overheard his momma singing along. I replied the best way I knew how:

"Dunno, Brad. Guess that would depend on who I was with."

That satisfied him,thank goodness.

Here's a scan of a photo I took of him at around the same time.