Fond of rumpots, crackpots, and how are you, Mr. Wilson?

I present the following in the interest of making public an addition to the English lexicon that should prove most useful in the continuance of daily affairs:

As you likely know, it is not unusual in geeky circles for overt sexual activity to be discussed via coy and/or clever euphemisms. Often such euphemisms are followed by a verbal wink of some sort, such as "...if you know what I mean," to be sure there is no misinterpretation of the fact that "we did some studying of our own" actually means "I banged her like the bass drum in an Independence Day parade." This, however, takes time, and can sometimes upset the narrative flow of the tale in progress.

Some time ago, figmentj, in the interest of brevity, came up with the term "BWIMF" (pronounced "bwimf"), which stands for "By Which I Mean Fucking." In practical terms, it means, "The last bit of innuendo I just said isn't explicit enough regarding the involvement of penises and vaginas, so here ya go." This has proven immensely versatile, in such situations as:

* "After the show he and I going to go get coffee. BWIMF."
* "Why don't you turn off the computer and come sit by me? BWIMF."
* "Jesus H. Christ on a pontoon boat, the neighbors kept me up all night partying. BWIMF."
* I sure could use a backrub. BWIMF."
* "They're dating. BWIMF."

You get the picture. And so, having served us well in our conversations, we release BWIMF in to the wild. Wear it in good health, my friends.

figmentj has written an amazing piece on emergence, relationship entities, and the misnomer “having sex.” Go check it out over here.

1) s00j show at Smith College on Saturday! With a disco ball! Only a few dozen in the audience, but with enough geek-fledgeling enthusiasm for five hundred. In the middle of "D&D," a dice party broke out in the ostensible mosh pit area.

2) Toothache. Yay.

3) Job hunting. Much like a toothache, only without the party-like atmosphere. Spent some of today chatting with temp agencies. Wish me luck.

4) The novel. I'm slowly coming to realize that I may have written myself into a corner with my prospective ending. This does not please me.

5) The novel again. In writing item #4 just now, my sub-brain operating in background mode may have actually solved the problem. Huh.

6) My dad, who may be coming to Boston on a business trip in June! Calloo, callay! There shall be lunch on a business account!

7) Mt. Holyoke College. While visiting figmentj over the weekend, something less than a riot but greater than a "can you keep it down" police visit broke out at one of the other residence halls. Someone got maced apparently, but all we knew about were the flashing blue-and-reds and a great number of people scurrying about in a cheese-it-the-five-0 fashion. Exciting!

8) Sleep. HA HA HA HA! But seriously, folks.

9) Creaking doors. The neighbor has one, and it's been sloooooowly groaning back and forth all expletive-deleteding day, and I want you all to know that I love you just in case this dissolves into a hostage situation.

10) Knickers. figmentj and I have determined that we need to use the word "knickers" more often. And "spunk." Knickers and spunk.