The stuff on the white boards in my office.

Truth be told, I have the best office mate in all the land.  She is very nearly my doppelganger in most everything but appearances.

Perhaps the first bit of evidence for this is our shared penchant for writing silly things on our white boards.  One cannot be bothered to keep real work related stuff up there.  I mean, come on.

Exhibit A: a quick rendition of the launch of the (then named) Radiation Belt Storm Probe satellites. Who needs television when you have historical records like this?

Fairly accurate

Fairly accurate

Exhibit B: A beautiful rendition of a pink flamingo, reminding us of both the shrimp-loving avian and the classy plastic lawn ornaments.

Meep

Meep

Exhibit C: A diorama of my husband’s chai recipe.

My chia-o-rama!

My chia-o-rama!

Exhibit D: A list of phrases that we have taken complete credit for inventing.

Don't be stealing our ideas now.

Don’t be stealing our ideas now.

Exhibit E: A quick little algorithm resulting from a conversation about alpha personalities versus type A personalities.  This was my suggestion, you see, Type A equals alpha.  But Rosanna says this is not true.  My math is ALL WRONG.  She also thought this said “Alpha = ichthus fish.”

Math..

Math..

Exhibit F: Our future tattoo idea. Much like a friendship necklace, this tattoo will have 2 parts divided at the zig-zag. When these powers combine they form… CAPTAIN (gonna watch a) PLANET!!!

Oh yes that is a satellite!

Oh yes that is a satellite!

Exhibit G: This is my most favorite doodle on the white board at the moment. You see, it’s a plot of Touch Count versus Volume of a booty, as described in hip hop.  You’ll clearly see that, despite John Hart’s wishful thinking, one does in fact reach an as(s)ymptote wherein, no matter how much plastic surgery one gets the booty simply cannot maintain its size.  Our data suggests that this is inconsequential because at that point, the desire to touch is overwhelmingly infinite.

We can fit a model to anything

We can fit a model to anything

Maybe one day we’ll have more technical information on the boards but at this point, this seems like the most reasonable use of the space.

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Corn dogs!

For as long as I can remember, I have loved every single particle that makes up a corn dog.  The warm and delicious center of pig left overs.  The crusty and crunchy wrapping of fried corn meal.  Even the convenient presentation of the meal on a stick!  I love all of it. In high school I ordered a corn dog every other day, when the cafeteria served them.  The brand used by the Anne Arundel County School System had a somewhat green colored dog in the middle but I DID NOT CARE!  They were delicious nonetheless.  I swallowed them, with complete disregard to my intestinal tract, in less than 4 bites. So intense was my love of the heart-attack-on-a-stick, that my Vice Principal actually called me Corn Dog and would give me special shout outs on the days the menu listed the tasty treat.  And even now, 13 years after graduating from high school one of my dear friends who now lives in NY clips coupons for State Fair brand corn dogs and mails them to me. Best. Mail. Ever. These days, I try to limit myself to 2 corn dogs per year; one at the state fair and one at the county fair.

This year’s MD state fair dog had a surprise filling- human heads!!

This year I’ve been spoiled and was treated to one additional dog as the second course to a multi-course affair at my very own home.  It was, to put it mildly, glorious.

Mouth filled with delicious fried yummies....

Mouth filled with delicious fried yummies….

“But Jackie, if you love them so much, why limit yourself to 2 (maybe 3) per year?”  Welp, the answer to that is simple, my friend.  I am much like a dog when it comes to corn dogs (and pizza for that matter) in that my body has no concept of when enough is enough.  If left to my own devices, I promise I would eat 6 or 12 or 18 corn dogs in one sitting and then, naturally, that batch size each and every day.

I do love a corn dog.

Here’s a recipe: http://www.marthastewart.com/319041/texas-corn-dogs

Verbifying nouns

Very little makes my heart smile and, likely,  an English teacher’s heart sink, than the act of making a noun into a verb.  It’s so simple and even more rewarding!  You just add an -ing, -ifying, -ed or an -ize to the end of your favorite nouns.

For example:

Verbifying

Acronymize

Lloyd-Wrighted

Smoothy-ing

Speaking of acronymizing, I also really like to pronounce acronyms as if they were words.  DVD is duh-vuh-duh.  SUV is naturally suhv.  FYI is fyeeee. ATM ends up sounding like atom and GPS is ji-pus.  Everyone loves to say LOL so I’m not all that unique in this, really.

Speaking is more fun this way.

Funny enough, although I am 100% in favor of verifying nouns, I am 150% against acronymizing acronyms (a.k.a. a macronym).  For example, AIM for AOL Instant Messenger.  Companies are notorious for this.  I see it used all the time for equipment or project names and it makes my eye brows twitch.

Somewhat related is the phenomenon of the backronym which I did not even realize had a title until today.