And the word of the day is: belligerence
Meaning: a warlike or aggressively hostile condition or attitude.
“It’s belligerence because I say it is, motherfucker.”

And the word of the day is: subterfuge
Meaning: an artifice or expedient used to evade a rule, escape a consequence, or hide the truth.
“The trojans fell before the subterfuge of greek reins.”

“Looking darkly upon Hector, swift footed Achilles answered:
I cannot forgive you. For as there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, there can be no love between you and me. One or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood; Aries, the god who fights under shield’s guard.

Remember every valour of yours. For now the need comes hardest upon you to be a spearman and a bold warrior. There shall be no escape for you. You will pay, in lump, for all those sorrows of my companions you’ve killed in your spear’s fury.” Homer, the Iliad.

And the word of the day is: incandescence
Meaning: the emission of visible light caused by combustion at high temperature.
“Today we learned that hooking a mini-vac up to a rack-mount UPS produces incandescence that can be seen from space. Go you huskies.”

And the word of the day is: irrevocable
Meaning: unable to be revoked, recalled, repealed or annulled.
“John made an irrevocable proposal, Mary declined. He’d try again tomorrow.”

Today we begin a series where I begin proving that the world is doomed to stupidity.

Christian conservative groups in the United States fret that immunising young children will encourage early sexual activity. Australia’s Senator Barnaby Joyce is circumspect about his own four daughters being vaccinated; he fears “an overwhelming (public) backlash from people saying, ‘Don’t you dare put something out there that gives my 12-year-old daughter a licence to be promiscuous’.” The Age.

Basically being immunised against strains of HPV, means go forth and have sex.

And the word of the day is: soliloquy
Meaning: to provide discourse amongst oneself.
“I’m here, or am I?”

Day 207, The Chronicles of Orb
I am beginning to suspect that the other shamans may not respect my standing in the community.

This morning, despite my having followed the strict preparation guidelines for the growth mixture, I arose to find thick plumes of sulfurous gas are now a permanent fixture in my tent. Naturally, I’d attempted to purge the stench – only to find my cleansing reagents have been stuffed inside my loincloth drawer.

While notably cleaner (and delightfully fruity), it’s come as a surprise to find this smell is attracting nearby females. The thistleweed burrs, however, cause significant chafing that hinders further exploration of this phenomena.

Today, I shall again address the council about our continued support of the warlock amnesty. While strange in their methods, their organization of last years annual tea ceremony left everyone in awe. Sipping from small cups atop Succubi was an especially nice touch. It has been the continued chatter of the village. Mental note to repay them soon so as not to forgo my firstborn.