yannmatin's New Writeups

Pitseleh (thing)

2012-12-06T00:52:42Z

Pitseleh (n. "Pit-sul-uh" or "Pets-el-eh") is a Yiddish word meaning "dear," or "little one." Often used lovingly, it is a term of endearment for small children, mostly young boys. It can also double as a derogatory slang term for male genitalia. Like many Yiddish words, there are a number of alternate ways to spell it, none of which is necessarily correct - some are just more frequent or prominent than others. The word seems to have come from Pitsl or Pitsel, which means "small". It does not seem to be a fairly common word, unfortunately. Not even the Yiddish dictionaries I had access to had very much to say about it, if they included it at all.

Pitseleh was largely popularized by the melancholic Elliott Smith song of the same name. The song was included on Elliott's fourth recorded album, XO, which was released in August 1998. It's unclear who he is singing to in…

God is not dead; he is merely unemployed. (idea)

2012-12-01T03:49:57Z

Janet,

I know there are rumors flying around about just what happened to the big G-Man. I want to remind you that while I am your boss, I am also your friend. I know you were fond of Godd. Oh, sorry. God. We all were. So I'll give it to you straight - he is not dead. No, he did not fall out of the sky, or get an aneurism trying to lift a great rock... I don't know where these stories are coming from. Here's the deal. I fired him.

Management was doing some cleaning and found that for the past few centuries or so he'd just been sitting on his ass in his office. He was constantly coming in late, and never filed his reports on time. Half the time he didn't even bother to show up for work. Hell, we're not even sure what his job was to begin with, it's been so long since he's contributed to the company. And then there was his attitude. I know you two were close,…

Yan Can Cook (fiction)

2012-01-08T15:00:04Z

"See Yan. See Yan cook. See Yan cook eyeballs. Yan can cook." - Tem42

Met some old lady today. Ran into her while I was out wandering the Wastes. She was holed up in some shack, hiding out. Nearly blew her head off when I found her, she spooked me so bad!

She was sittin at some table with a mug in her hand - cupping it close in her wrinkly old hands. Invited me to sit down with her, in her "little kitchen". It was weird, but I said alright.

It wasn't til I sat down that I noticed there weren't nothin in her cup. She had this funny look in her eye, too, like she was in an altogether different place.

"Oh yes... It's a lovely day outside. I'm just waiting for my boy to get back from the store. He went down to get some milk. But oh, that was a while ago. I wonder what's keeping him?"

"The store? For... milk? Uhh.."

"He's been…