Wordie is, according the the tagline, “Like Flickr, but without the photos.” I realize that we have enough Web 2.0-collect-list-share-organize sites already; probably too many, but I dare you to sign up and enter only one word. Wordie is a silly idea – and I love it.
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Dear Mr. Bathroom Custodian,
I would like to apologize on behalf of the human race for the indignity caused by a few thoughtless, disrespectful half-wits who have the nerve to casually spit their chewing gum into the urinals of the otherwise clean and well-stocked bathrooms in our office building. Or *any* building for that matter.
I don’t know what these “people” think happens to the gum once they’ve washed their hands and left, but I don’t imaging plucking stuff out of urinals is first on your list of pleasant things to do. So, thank you sir, for taking care of these small, awful things.
Respectfully,
The rest of us
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A friend of mine recently sold his house. Or I should perhaps say that Saint Joseph sold his house for him. That’s right, it seems that burying a small plastic statue of Jesus’ foster dad in the yard will cause your house to sell – faster.
No one seems to know exactly how this superstition started (and let’s be clear, it *is* a superstition), but it doesn’t surprise me that 2 million of the little guys are sold each year, many of them in convenient Home Sale Kits. There are differing opinions as to how to go about producing this little miracle, but the overall idea is that you bury him in the yard, upside down, facing either toward or away from your house. Then, when your house is sold, you dig him up and put him in a “place of honor” in your new house.
You dig him up, that is, if you can remember where he was buried! My anonymous friend has now made two illicit trips back to his old house. Armed with a shovel and grim determination, he has been digging an ever-expanding hole in what is now someone else’s yard in a desperate attempt at trying to find the little bugger.
Perhaps we should go bury a statue St. Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of Lost Items. Couldn’t hurt.
