Daily Connotations

Daily Connotations

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Connotation. 1. a. The configuration of suggestive or associative implications consitiuting the general sense of an abstract espression beyond its literal, explicit sense. b. A secondary meaning suggested by a word in addition to its literal meaning. 3. Logic The total of the attributes constituting the meaning of a term.

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Sven Bjorn Borg: Sven has been with d-con since its humble beginnings, and is responsible for punctuating, finances, guarding the office from rabid dogs and loud noises, and acting as mediator amongst the other members. Dr. Borge is well-known as the world's foremost (and perhaps only) underwater-basket-weaving expert. Sven has recently published no less than 3 books, Klingon Grammar and Vocabulary for humans, Life among the Grapes, and Escher, Bach, Gödel: A gigantic elastic bungalow. In it's copious spare time, the Sven enjoys playing the harpsichord and diagramming sentences. Sven is Chief of Staff and Director of Intelligence in the UPICN,LLC.
Dr. Bob William "The Orange" Lavoisier a.k.a. Dr. Henry Parsons: Dr. N, as we like to call him, is officially the initiator of the Daily Connotations Company, and also holds important Offices in the VVIIPP society of America and The Department of Redundancy Department, which is a place where he holds an important office in the department of redundancy. Henry also spent a good deal of his life studying the behavior of Walruses (Walri?) in the wild, inspired by a long-running correspondence with Mr. J. Lennon, who, in fact, convinced "The Orange" that he was, in fact, a walrus. Dr. Parsons' curriculum vitae is rounded out by his extensive family history (including a brother, Alan), and double Ph.D. honors in Botany and the Study of Scandinavian Languages. Recently, Dr. Henry Parsons was elected president of the UPICN,LLC
The Doctor a.k.a. Dr. What??: Dr. What joins us now as a member of d-Con in very good standing. It is important that the doctor not be confused with his slightly-more-popular brother, Doctor Who, who has carved a niche for himself in the field of time travel. Dr. What never developed the talent for time travel, and has the ability to visit only two distinct temporal locations: The beheading of John the Baptist and that one time when Stanley met Livingstone (or was it Livingstone met Stanley?) Consequently, he spends much of his time knitting (the scarves, natch) on the planet Gallifrey whilst (and at the same time) contemplating Nietzschean philosophies and memorizing much of Immanuel Kant's work, both in the original German.
Dr. Phelealabean: Dr. Phelealabean also uses the alias Dr. Olga Olathe Parsons-Uhlmer. Dr. Parsons-Uhlmer is a sister to Henry and Alan. She has a dual honorary doctorate in Arabian Literature and Language. She also has teaching experience at the University of Rekjavik which was held in a small grass-covered hut. She iswidowed after an incident involving her husband and abandonment which she is not allowed to discuss pending criminal charges. Now that she is alone, she enjoys spending summers with her brother, Henry, in his summer home, The Parsonon.

8.31.2004

Mission (Nothing) Accomplished

--Posted by s. on Tuesday, August 31, 2004.

8.30.2004

Howard Dean for America

--Posted by s. on Monday, August 30, 2004.

8.29.2004

Friends don't let friends vote republican

--Posted by s. on Sunday, August 29, 2004.

8.28.2004

Annoy a liberal:
Work hard and be Happy

--Posted by s. on Saturday, August 28, 2004.

8.27.2004

Countdown to Nov. 2, 2004

(A bumper sticker collection, presented in random installments)

Protect the environment in 2004 (Cut down a Bush)

--Posted by s. on Friday, August 27, 2004.

8.11.2004

I don't believe time travel is possible.

Not just now, with our current technology, but anytime. Obviously if time travel is ever possible - ever becomes possible (that is, if the human race ever learns how to control time travel) - we ought to be bombarded with time travellers constantly, coming back to visit the archaic past.

But I can't logically make it work at all. I am open to suggestions (and the bits of me that were raised on Star Trek, Ray Bradbury, and Doctor Who would love to be proven wrong). Maybe I'm just thinking too three-dimensionally!

There's a lot out there I know nothing about. (and how boring would it be if there wasn't?)

--Posted by s. on Wednesday, August 11, 2004.

8.09.2004

I am viewing this assignment with trepidation.

Once upon a time, about last Tuesday, I believe, there lived a young damsel and a dashing young lad. They were settled in a small farm manor in England, which was not really near Liverpool, but was in the constabulary of the Liverpudlian district nevertheless. Life for them was far from perfect, as the current state of English society is nothing less than a dystopia. Yes, friends, this is no hyperbole! While all citizens had plenty of food and drink and lived in relative harmony with each other, the society lacked even the basic mental stimulations - even that of adding together prices at the local grocers or confabulating about what was on the evening news. Because of the doldrums that their minds existed in, a state of atrophy had gently settled on the entire nation and was suffocating their free will and democracy.

It was into this society that the Great Teacher entered. A man of great learning, impenetrable knowledge and eloquent speech, he quickly perceived the abecedarian attitudes of the populi of then nation. The damsel, called Eglentine, and the lad, yclept Nigel, were the first persons he encountered - and they certainly made their condition obvious! Eglentine was all too ready to acquiesce to the expected standards for a woman of her rank (milk maid, that is), and Nigel defined the epitome of rote rank-and-file cookie-cutter mindless robotic behaviour, particularly in ecclesiastical matters. The Great Teacher was forced to watch them sit about aimlessly watching the telly, a pastime which led to the culmination of decay in their already-troubled minds. The idea of leisure - that is, the complete disuse of any form of mental facilities that might be mistakenly taken as ÒworkÓ - was deified - an apotheosis that discombobulated the Great Teacher very much, as his academic sensibilities were not accustomed to such quixotic anarchy in the thought processes surrounding him. Simple acts of cognition were unheard of - and the metacognition and meta-metacognition present in the Great Teachers mind simply could not exist in such conditions.

The Great Teacher realized that in order to bring any sort of intelligent advancement to the atrophied minds of Nigel and Eglentine, a sort of rapprochement must needs occur. The intellectual bits of their brains would have to become reacquainted with the parts of their brains they use in everyday life - but how?

Eglentine will do, to start - the sweet, shy, dull, boring, completely reticent girl will be taken out of the boundaries that confine her. A start with the classic literature -The Canterbury Tales, The Inferno, Julius Caesar. And for a lovely denouement, our heroine, inspired by the literature the Teacher has exposed her to, our unprepossessing young woman dies, as did the lovely Cleopatra of old, by placing an asp to her bosom.

Nigel, moved to great tears on account of because the premature fading of his lovely Eglentine flower and mentored by the Teacher, becomes a great poet, holing himself away in the den of a bar/used bookstore frequented by many seedy characters, only to die of a broken heart (and tuberculosis) on the eve of his thirtieth birthday. Luckily for us, before he died, he had woven many wondrous and beautiful poems, not the sort that are so ubiquitous in Hallmark cards and the like, but those that exist only on diaphanous vellum sheets and flowery petals, detailing the loss of Eglentine, dear, sweet, Eglentine, and the following imbroglio with Veronica (and Alice and Lucy and Tilly and Gertrude and Margaret and the lovely evening of mastication with Judith, and the trysts with Mary and Anne and Jane, and the one-night stand with the woman whose name he just couldnÕt bring him self to remember, and many torpid affairs with Sue, Millie, Zelda, Zoe, Alma, Helen, Cleo, Marge, and Pierre. Aha, lucky Pierre!)

Alas, total discombobulation!

--Posted by s. on Monday, August 09, 2004.

8.05.2004

I am behind but today is still the final day.

4th-trepidation
5th-constabulary

And now let the construction commence...............!!!!!

--DR. HP

--Posted by Kelly D. Norris on Thursday, August 05, 2004.

8.04.2004

dystopia

--Posted by s. on Wednesday, August 04, 2004.

8.03.2004

doldrums

--Posted by s. on Tuesday, August 03, 2004.

Today's word: (hey I'm on schedule for a change)

abecedarian

--Dr. HP

--Posted by Kelly D. Norris on Tuesday, August 03, 2004.

8.02.2004

Today's word:

acquiesce

--Dr. HP

--Posted by Kelly D. Norris on Monday, August 02, 2004.

Some things are just too weird -

Like, for example, who first came up with the idea of snorting cocaine? I mean, really, I could be alone on a desert island with vials of white powder for decades before I thought "gee, I wonder what would happen if i inhaled this stuff?"

Or whose idea was it to make angel food cake - which I know (even in my somewhat limited knowledge of the wonderful world inhabited by Martha Stewart, Julia Child, and Emeril Legasse) is made by taking about a dozen eggs, separating the insides of said eggs so that the yellow stuff (yolks) and the white stuff (albumen) are nicely segregated, throwing the yellow stuff out, and then beating the white stuff (or probably originally just stirring it - like with a spoon) until it amazingly gets white (despite the fact we call it the 'white' of the egg, it's really sort of clearish until it is cooked or beaten) and really puffy.

This has been random archaic babblings from S.. Join us next time for a few words on knitting and sea anemones.

--Posted by s. on Monday, August 02, 2004.

epitome

--Posted by s. on Monday, August 02, 2004.

8.01.2004

In the spirit of lists:

Allemande
Bombastical
Cerulean
Dispicable
Entropy--a copy yes but a must for ANY list
Flamingo
Goat cheese
Hellacious
Illicit
Julienne
Kiosk
Laxity
Mordant
Nonchalant
Obelisk
Parquetry
Quetzel
Recherche
Semper Fidelis
Telepathy
Uxorious-oh my!
Vexed
Whimsical
Xerography
Yammer
Zealous

DR. HP

--Posted by Kelly D. Norris on Sunday, August 01, 2004.

I am now three days behind.

30th-ecclesiastical
31st-culmination
1st-apotheosis

A note to Sven- discombobulated has already been posted unless we plan on using it more than once in the sentence! ;)

--DR. HP

p.s.-the word spree shall continue for another week before we enter into our grammatical constructions. (End Date-August 5th)

--Posted by Kelly D. Norris on Sunday, August 01, 2004.