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Ben Floofs Five (floofinition) – A North Floofina alt floof rock (flock) trio formed in 1993. Active for seven years before breaking up, the biggest hit was “Flick” in 1997.
In use: ” Ben Floofs Five’s biggest hit was “Flick”, a song about one animal’s deliberate tail flicking in other’s faces. The song gained controversy as the band refused to what species was flicking its tail.”
Floofmanity (floofinition) – 1. The quality or state of being humane toward animals.
In use: “To judge from the viral videos propagating across the net in which people save, rescue, and protect animals, floofmanity is growing at an exponential pace.”
2. The totality of animal existence.
In use: “The cultivation of mindspeak in humans, permitting improved communications between animals and humans, would benefit floofmanity and humanity.”
Cheap Floof (floofinition) – American floof rock (flock) band formed in Floofinois. Originally established in the early 1970s, Cheap Floof didn’t achieve commercial success until the late 1970s with the album, Cheap Floof at Floofokan.
In use: “One of Cheap Floof’s signature songs is “Floof Police”, which was released in 1979.”
Floofcom (floofinition) – 1. A humorous situation involving an animal.
In use: “Living with a macaw was like being in a floofcom as the smart and curious bird loves exploring and being involved in the family’s activities.”
2. A quantum floofchanics communication systems animals employ to soundlessly exchange messages.”
In use: When one of his cats disappeared, Michael told his house floofs, “Please use your floofcom and tell Papi to come home right away because I’m worried about him.” Fifteen minutes later, the cat was back.”
The Fabulous Thunderfloofs (floofinition) – Texas floof blues (floues) band formed in 1974. Still active today, they’ve gone through sixteen lineup changes and have released fourteen albums.
In use: “Led by Floof Wilson on vocals, The Fabulous Thunderfloofs scored a hit with “Fluf Enuff” in 1986, their highest charting song in the UFA to date.”
My wife revealed a truth about myself that I didn’t know. I said, “Have you tasted the potato salad?”
She answered, “No, what’s wrong with it?”
“That’s a weird response.”
“Well, that’s what you say when you don’t like something or think it tastes funny.”
“Do I?” She was right. When I like something, I just say that. But when I don’t like something, I seek validation that someone else doesn’t like it.
I liked the pot salad, though. Was this then an exception to my approach to food, a new beginning, or just the way it’s always been, unnoticed among my general idiosyncrasies?
Linkin Floof (floofinition) – An American floof rock (flock) band formed in California in 1996. Founded by three high school floofs, the band rose to international fame in 2000 with their debut studio album.
In use: “The song, “Pawing” by Linkin Floof, was released from their debut album in 2000, became a minor hit on the Floofboard Hot 100, and was awarded a Floofie in 2002.”
Visiting my Red Room archive, where I posted for a while, and read one of my final post. It’s from June, 2014, but it remains valid. As soon as the pandemic lockdown began, my wife began cleaning. The thinking remains the same…
Here’s the post.
My wife has been on a continuing project. Starting in March, she selected a room and cleaned it. Emptied the closets. Drawers. Each item and article was examined. Subjected to investigation. Do we need it, do we use it? Bag after bag was filled. Trips to the Salvation Army and Goodwill were executed. I helped a little but she made it a project, creating lists, planning and executing foot by foot.
We’re down to two spaces she wants to clean: the garage and my office.
My office. My sanctuary, my Fortress of Solitude plus one and two cats. See, although it’s my office, that’s just a title. She has begun calling it the snug. It’s the warmest room in the house in the winter. Heat attracts her. It also has the best wifi connectivity and excellent natural light. She urged me to buy a larger television for my office, then a recliner…. Despite being an experienced husband, I fell for both. She makes the recliner her home for reading, surfing the net, watching television and talking on the telephone.
Most stuff in the office is mine. Much is writing or work related. Clearing her throat in early June, she cautiously suggested we clean the office and get rid of some ‘accumulated junk’. “Junk!” my heart cried. She was calling my heritage junk. Oh, the wound.
“You said you wanted to clean the garage,” I countered. I’d been waiting for this strike. “You can start there. After all, most of the boxes in there are full of things you’re storing.” Aha, take that! En guarde!
The negotiations entered a tricky phase. “I will admit that most things we store in the garage are mine,” she said, tiptoeing through words and tone, “and we should go through those boxes but I’m not ready to do it yet.”
A chink in her logic. Riposte. “I understand what you mean,” I replied. “I’m not ready to go through my office…yet.”
Negotiations were at an impasse. Weeks passed. She returned with a counter offer. “How about we each take out five things from the office?”
“Okay,” I answered. “And two from the garage.”
She grimaced. “If we get rid of things, we make room for new things.”
“Assuming that we want new things. What if I’m happy with the things I’ve already acquired? Besides, if that’s the case, there’s more junk in the garage. If we want to make room for more things, shouldn’t we then start with the garage, where more things currently reside?”
My wife launched a rant about the junk we’ve accumulated. I let her rant until she’d spat it all out. Silence fell. She sank her shoulders. “Okay. How about five from the office and two from the garage?”
“Okay.”
That’s where it was left, five days ago. I’m no fool. She’s not forgotten.
Tick, tock.
Floofllet (floofinition) – Theatrical art form employing sounds, dancing, running, whiskers, ears, paws, and claws to convey a story, theme, or atmosphere.
In use: “Dinner time always prompted the starving pet floofllet as the animals demonstrated their joy, hope, impatience, and relief that they were finally being fed.”
Michael Seidel, writer 