Definitions by Dan Weyandt
Mao Tse-Tung
1. n. Vile, evil ruler of China from the end of WWII to the early 1970's. Killed millions of his own people with forced collectivization of agriculture, the "Great Leap Forward," and most of all with the power-restoration maneuver resulting from the famine created by Great Leap Forward known as the "Cultural Revolution." Faclitated a transfer of power to a group of even more evil people called the Gang of Four that included his wife. The tyrant can be considered on equal footing with the next definition.
2. n. The excrement of Microtus pennsylvanicus. You guessed it, its "mousie dung."
2. n. The excrement of Microtus pennsylvanicus. You guessed it, its "mousie dung."
An example of Mao Tse-Tung's thinking can be taken from his book, "The Wit and Wisdom of Chairman Mao," where he writes, "Politics comes out of the barrel of a gun."
Mao Tse-Tung by Dan Weyandt February 21, 2009
Mao
1. n. Vile, evil ruler of China from the end of WWII to the early 1970's. Killed millions of his own people with forced collectivization of agriculture, the "Great Leap Forward," and most of all with the power-restoration maneuver resulting from the famine created by Great Leap Forward known as the "Cultural Revolution." Faclitated a transfer of power to a group of even more evil people called the Gang of Four that included his wife. The tyrant can be considered on equal footing with the next definition.
2. n. The excrement of Microtus pennsylvanicus. You guessed it, its "mousie dung."
2. n. The excrement of Microtus pennsylvanicus. You guessed it, its "mousie dung."
An example of Mao's thinking can be taken from his book, "The Wit and Wisdom of Chairman Mao," where he writes, "Politics comes out of the barrel of a gun."
Mao by Dan Weyandt February 21, 2009
nuc
1. Nickname for a sailor trained to operate a Navy nuclear power plant. Navy nuclear power has zero tolerance for error, so nucs train day-in and day-out, and are constantly monitored. Hence, being a nuc is very arudous and stressful. Add this to the bureaucracy and politicization of nuclear power, and a nuc's life is a living hell.
nuc by Dan Weyandt January 20, 2009
B'lair Roed
n. In Baltimoron, this refers to the road that runs through Baltimore, connecting it to the town of Bel Air, MD. The road is US Route 1, and within the city limits north of North Avenue, it is named "Belair Road." As there is no space between "Bel" and Air, Baltimorons pronounce it "B'lair Roed."
Hon, come oen doen 'n' see ol' Scotty here on B'lair Roed. I cain't saves ya noe money n'less you do!
- Scott Donohoo, owner of Foreign Motors, Donohoo Ford, and intermittent mayoral candidate
- Scott Donohoo, owner of Foreign Motors, Donohoo Ford, and intermittent mayoral candidate
B'lair Roed by Dan Weyandt October 21, 2008
Natty Boh
n. In Baltimoron, this refers to the "official" beer of Baltimore, National Bohemian Beer. For a time, National's head Jerry Hoffberger also owned the Baltimore Orioles. Natty Boh was served at Memorial Stadium starting in the late 1960's. Alas, Natty Boh is no longer brewed in Baltimore. It is now brewed by the Miller Brewing Company in North Carolina.
The company's mascot, the one-eyed, handlebar-mustachioed Mr. Boh, has been a recognizable icon since the 1950s. Although the mascot itself was retired in the early 1960's, it is still a highly popular image, especially in Baltimore, where it is considered an unofficial city mascot. A Mr. Boh neon sign currently sits atop the former site of the National Brewery building in the Brewer's Hill neighborhood of Baltimore. The former brewery is now known as Natty Boh Towers and is rented out as apartments and offices. Mr. Boh still appears on all cans, bottles, and packaging.
The company's mascot, the one-eyed, handlebar-mustachioed Mr. Boh, has been a recognizable icon since the 1950s. Although the mascot itself was retired in the early 1960's, it is still a highly popular image, especially in Baltimore, where it is considered an unofficial city mascot. A Mr. Boh neon sign currently sits atop the former site of the National Brewery building in the Brewer's Hill neighborhood of Baltimore. The former brewery is now known as Natty Boh Towers and is rented out as apartments and offices. Mr. Boh still appears on all cans, bottles, and packaging.
Natty Boh by Dan Weyandt October 18, 2008
regnaD kciN
n. What Third-Eye gumshoes end up reading on drizzly Tuesday afternoons after listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on their desktops...
Out of the fog.
Into the smog (cough cough).
Relentlessly.
Ruthlessly! (I wonder where Ruth is?).
DOGGEDLY! (ruff! ruff!)
Toward his weekly meeting with THE UNKNOWN.
At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (Oh, my nose!)
Groping for the door, he steps inside, climbs the 13 steps to his office.
He walks in.
He's ready for mystery.
He's ready for EXITEMENT!
HE'S READY FOR ANYTHING, HE'S...
(rrrring) (click) Nick Danger, Third Eye.
(Uhh, I wanna order a pizza to go with no anchovies)
No andchovies? You've got the wrong man! I spell my name "DANGER!"
(click) (what?)
Let's get down to business. Uncross those beautiful stems of yours, baby! Here's the case I call number 666...
It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop, and reading my name on the glass of my office door--"regnaD kciN."
My secretary lay snoring on the floor. Her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch.
I didn't hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume: "Pyramid Pachuli." There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent, and I had to find out WHO HE WAS...
Into the smog (cough cough).
Relentlessly.
Ruthlessly! (I wonder where Ruth is?).
DOGGEDLY! (ruff! ruff!)
Toward his weekly meeting with THE UNKNOWN.
At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (Oh, my nose!)
Groping for the door, he steps inside, climbs the 13 steps to his office.
He walks in.
He's ready for mystery.
He's ready for EXITEMENT!
HE'S READY FOR ANYTHING, HE'S...
(rrrring) (click) Nick Danger, Third Eye.
(Uhh, I wanna order a pizza to go with no anchovies)
No andchovies? You've got the wrong man! I spell my name "DANGER!"
(click) (what?)
Let's get down to business. Uncross those beautiful stems of yours, baby! Here's the case I call number 666...
It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop, and reading my name on the glass of my office door--"regnaD kciN."
My secretary lay snoring on the floor. Her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch.
I didn't hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume: "Pyramid Pachuli." There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent, and I had to find out WHO HE WAS...
regnaD kciN by Dan Weyandt August 21, 2008
Merlin
n. In Baltimoron, it's the "Old Line State," or the state on the south side of the Mason-Dixon Line, and the state where Batimore rests at the mouth of the Patapsco River. Yes, for the rest of the English-speaking world, this would be the state of Maryland.
Doen'cha knoe, I'm from Merlin!
Merlin by Dan Weyandt April 25, 2008