I keep on mentioning it - but since I'm not working 100 hours a week (jealous?), and my mind isn't racing with touring details, songwriting strategy, blahdy blahdy... I've noticed that I'm becoming more observant of little things. Nothing existential. I'm not going to blather on more about My Fish. It's more like fine-print kinds of things.
A couple of items that have caught my eye:
Do what-o?
The particular way that I put my hair conditioner back in the shower holder thingie held a special suprise for me last week. Frizz Control formula Infusium 23... and if you speak only Spanish, "Controlo el Frizz". Specially formulated for if you washo tu hairo y it turnso into-o a pollo butto, if that makes any sense*. Now I giggle every day in the shower, because, well... it just seems dumb that if there is a linguistic cognate, then why bother? Just sayin.
EXAMPLE 2:
I've been watching about 2.5 to the Nth degree times more tee vee than I have in the last 5 years. And since I don't have the programming schedule down pat yet, I spend a LOT of time on the interactive TV Guide channel making sure I'm not missing some slightly less fascinating droll on another channel. That's where I discovered this little gem:
Avuncuwhat?
EXAMPLE 2:
I've been watching about 2.5 to the Nth degree times more tee vee than I have in the last 5 years. And since I don't have the programming schedule down pat yet, I spend a LOT of time on the interactive TV Guide channel making sure I'm not missing some slightly less fascinating droll on another channel. That's where I discovered this little gem:
Avuncuwhat?
"Avuncular?" Seriously? If you're a reasonably intelligent adult, and your name isn't Marcus Petruska, do you know what the hell this means? Cause I'm pretty sure he's the only person I know who might know what the hell that word is. Despite his coming in a strong second in the 2003 Casa Vidal IQ Challenge.
I have a degree in English, and I had to leave the criminally comfortable sofa to look it up. (albeit, I was educated in Alabama at a college to which I could afford to pay my own tuition while working a normal corporate job. Again, just saying.)
Anyway - back to the vocab: So a quick google search turned this up:
What the fuck, please?
I have a degree in English, and I had to leave the criminally comfortable sofa to look it up. (albeit, I was educated in Alabama at a college to which I could afford to pay my own tuition while working a normal corporate job. Again, just saying.)
Anyway - back to the vocab: So a quick google search turned this up:
What the fuck, please?
Suggestive of an uncle? So besides lobbing softball questions to boring guests, now Larry King is supposed to remind me of the dude I only see at family funerals and each tenth Christmas who lives in the swamp in Florida and has his own pot farm? Have I said too much in a public forum?
And is there some kind of national standard on what kind of emotion is evoked by an uncle? What about an aunt? Cause I'm about 4 weeks out from being bestowed this title, and that's a lot of pressure.
This is Emmie B. She shares my great taste in music and bad habit
of wiggling at night when others are trying to sleep. I'm a tosser-turner too.
And is there some kind of national standard on what kind of emotion is evoked by an uncle? What about an aunt? Cause I'm about 4 weeks out from being bestowed this title, and that's a lot of pressure.
This is Emmie B. She shares my great taste in music and bad habit
of wiggling at night when others are trying to sleep. I'm a tosser-turner too.
* - it doesn't.
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