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2day’s post

OMG.

I just learned that OMG isn’t an acronym at all.

NASA is an acronym. FEDEX is an acronym.  The so five-minutes ago and poorly performing Windows VISTA is, too.

But OMG, HTML, and even university initials like BU or UK are not.

What’s the difference?

A group of letters is only an acronym when the the initials are pronounced together as one word.  If they are said letter by letter, like URL, the group of letters is considered an initialism.

Who knew?

I certainly didn’t until this morning, when the random fact was passed along to me via that great center of learning, Twitter.  And I simply had to share.

There.  Now go enjoy your holiday.  You’ve worked your brain hard enough.

LOL

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A cool grand

This is my 1,000th post on The Sticky Egg.

That’s 1,000 blog entries in 1,000 consecutive days.  No sick days.  No holidays.   No weekends.

As the Dowager Countess would say, “What is a weekend?”

I started the blog 1,000 days ago to give myself the opportunity to write for fun.  I added the daily deadline to make sure I actually did it…and that was very motivating.

At first.

Now it’s the folks who share their comments — and the readers brave enough to actually subscribe — who inspire me to come up with my brand of foolishness every day.

So, thanks for sticking with The Egg.  Hope to see you here for at least a thousand more!

Speech, speech

It’s awards season.  And guess who won??

ME!

That’s right.  The Sticky Egg has won its second Versatile Blogger Award, courtesy of fellow blogger — and no doubt awesome human being — Hyperactive Inefficiency.

Thanks so much!

When I received my first nod last year from The Word Nymph, I didn’t pay it forward as is every winner’s prerogative.

Not this year.

Therefore, I hereby bestow The Versatile Blogger Award on the following blogs that I have recently discovered and find interesting and fresh:

  1. http://justachitowngirl.com/
  2. http://purecomplex.com/
  3. http://blackcrowwhiteowl.com/
  4. http://larasbookclub.wordpress.com/
  5. http://ratedyoung.com/

Congratulations!

And, in keeping with another awards rule, here are a few things about me that you might not know:

  1. I once had a dog named Booger.  And my best friend in college?  Had a dog named Booger.
  2. I was a member of the original Steve Martin Fan Club — arrow-through-the-head, certificate, you name it.
  3. I keep three calendars.
  4. I love buying purses but hate carrying them.
  5. I have a habit of living in cities for seven years, then moving.  (What’s that about?)

I’m also supposed to write a blog post about at least one of these facts in the near future, so stay tuned.

And thanks, as always, for reading The Egg!

Drum roll, please

Last night on Conan, the house band had a new sound.

A really big sound.

Conan has added, on a trial basis, a timpani drum.  He used it to introduce both himself and his guests.

It was seriously cool.

Don’t remember what a timpani drum sounds like?  Take a listen.

Isn’t that awesome?  Wouldn’t everything — and everybody — sound more important and more exciting if they were introduced with a timpani drum?

Yes.  Yes, they would.

Which got me thinking — my blog posts should be even better if they were preceded by the sound of a timpani drum…right?

I’ll get to work on that.

Eggs on film

What in the world is a ‘sticky egg?’  And what would I do with one?” — pretty much everybody

This year at Halloween, The Sticky Egg presented a ‘trick or treat’ challenge to readers:  ‘LIKE’ my page on Facebook, and receive a ‘real’ sticky egg.

Tens of you accepted my terms, and sticky eggs were soon winging their way across the country via snail mail.  I have received many lovely notes of thanks over the past month, with the prevailing opinion that sticky eggs “are really sticky!”

Have I ever lied to you?

One reader (and very dear friend) also shared a video, which offers one idea of what to do with a sticky egg.  Turn your head sideways for optimal viewing.

Way to play, Egon!

Say — what do you do with your sticky egg?

Sticky treat


This is the third one we’ve celebrated together since I launched The Sticky Egg, so I think we know each other well enough to go trick-or-treatin.’

Here’s the trick:

The Egg has its own Facebook page now. Perhaps you’ve noticed the over-sized “Like” button at the upper right corner of the page.

Subtle, I know.

But The Egg needs your “Like’s” to make the page legit.  And I appreciate your support, if the feeling moves you.

In fact, in the true spirit of Halloween, I’m giving treats — actual sticky eggs, the toy everyone’s talking about — to 100 lucky “Likers” chosen at random.

(Hope I get that many.)

So speed right over to my Facebook page and do your thing.  I’ll message the winners for mailing details.

They are sticky, icky fun — just like Halloween!

A haunting

A little over a week ago, I blogged about the inherent scariness of twins, citing the movie The Shining as the perfect example.

They came back to haunt me.

I was in Pittsburgh on business Friday and stayed at The Priory Hotel, a former Benedictine Monastery that is now a 25 room European-style hotel on Pittsburgh’s North Shore.  I chose it because it was within walking distance of not only my meeting but the Warhol Museum, and I hoped to pay a visit after my business was finished.

Due to travel delays, I didn’t get to my room until almost midnight.  When I went to bed, I lay down facing the room door where I saw, through the light streaming in, two feet standing outside the doorway.

I got up, crept to the door, and peered through the peephole.  No one was there, but the distorted view of the hallway — with its ancient wallpaper and crown molding — gave me an instant Shining flashback.

The twins weren’t there, but they might as well have been.

I was thoroughly spooked. All the period details of my room went from charming to creepy.  The bust on the fireplace staring at me with sightless eyes.  The heavy drapes that anyone could hide behind.  I have never longed for the generic sameness of the Hilton Garden Inn in my life.

And what was on TV when I awoke this morning?  The Shining.

Oh no — they’re following me.