Friday, May 8, 2009
And now for something different...
I am going to try and post reviews of every movie I see and everybook I read, not buy, but actually finish. I am a man of strong opinions who likes going to the movies alone, so where else am I going to share these opinions with but here.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Words I Enjoy
I used to keep, and regularly update (ehhh...) a list of things I liked. Now I am going to maintain a list of words (and expressions) I enjoy.
Esqimaux: i.e. Eskimo. This the spelling used by John Stuart Mill
Slattern: a prostitute. Usually used as an insult.
Aide-mémoire: a piece of paper used to remind oneself of something, usually in reference to talking points.
Maquillage: makeup or cosmetics, French in origin (obviously).
Obama-fascist: A supporter of Barack Obama, from the neoconservative boogeyman, "Islamo-fascist."
Esqimaux: i.e. Eskimo. This the spelling used by John Stuart Mill
Slattern: a prostitute. Usually used as an insult.
Aide-mémoire: a piece of paper used to remind oneself of something, usually in reference to talking points.
Maquillage: makeup or cosmetics, French in origin (obviously).
Obama-fascist: A supporter of Barack Obama, from the neoconservative boogeyman, "Islamo-fascist."
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
A small poor choice
Todd Layne Cleaners was a small poor choice. Like many things this was, much like a bad relationship a series of disappoints punctuated by occasional satisfaction only enabled by laziness. TLC is right across the street from me, they let me pick the soap, and they charge less than my usual dry cleaner. However, they do not: keep the hours posted or return the clothes you left with them...sometimes they return more.
About a week ago when I picked up a load of wash-n-fold laundry, to my surprise there was someone's underwear in my bag, a lot of someone's underwear, and towels, and shorts. When I brought the clothes back to the cleaner (another trip down the stairs) they asked me if I knew what I gave them. Hmmmm...you'd think a place that charges to do laundry by the pound might know that people aren't checking off or logging what they put in there. What I put in was socks, boxers, towels, beyond that you lost me. Which is exactly what TLC did.
About a week ago when I picked up a load of wash-n-fold laundry, to my surprise there was someone's underwear in my bag, a lot of someone's underwear, and towels, and shorts. When I brought the clothes back to the cleaner (another trip down the stairs) they asked me if I knew what I gave them. Hmmmm...you'd think a place that charges to do laundry by the pound might know that people aren't checking off or logging what they put in there. What I put in was socks, boxers, towels, beyond that you lost me. Which is exactly what TLC did.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Third Time's The Charm...
Or so they say. This is my third attempt at building a useful (for me) and interesting (for you) blog. I was inspired by a friend from high school who recently came to visit. She has her own blog, and a truer blog title I have not seen (visit her here). So taking direction from a director, I am going to attempt to post daily for the next thirty days. Hopefully this will not fall into the same category as other infamous 30-day projects such as my effort in 2003 to not masturbate during Lent, and then when that failed, to not eat bacon (also a failure).
Speaking of bacon, a previous blogging effort of mine is located at the informative "When Bacon is Eaten" blog. Truly, you cannot say I lied in that title. Unfortunately, the theme left little to work with.
I am ending today with a joke that was very big for me in 2003. You might notice a temporal fixation on the period, say 2001-2005. That period is where the title of this blog comes from, and during 2001-2005 I made a series of small poor choices....but for now the joke.
Moosecock
Originally told to me by Jon Brown in Phildalephia in the summer of 2002. (For directions to the site of exactly where this telling occurred, click here. This theater used to also have a vending machine that sold grilled cheese sandwiches).
So there is this game show where a contestant tries to name a word. The contestant goes on stage and asks yes-or-no questions to which the audience shouts responses until he, or she, is able to correctly the day's word.
On this particular day the contestant is a frail old women (think Sophia from the Golden Girls without the atitude). She totters on to the stage with the help of a walker and squeeks out her first question (at this point it will be helpful to do a little old lady voice),
"Is it something you can eat?"
There is silence in the studio, perplexed mumbling in the audience ensues, then after a minute, the audience shouts "Yes?", but it's really more of a question than an answer.
The old lady scratches her wispy white head, pauses, and then in her high piping voice says....
"Is it moosecock?"
A slightly different version, more suitable if you can't do an impression of an old lady, or if you are actually telling the joke to an old lady
Tomorrow: Thoughts on humor
Speaking of bacon, a previous blogging effort of mine is located at the informative "When Bacon is Eaten" blog. Truly, you cannot say I lied in that title. Unfortunately, the theme left little to work with.
I am ending today with a joke that was very big for me in 2003. You might notice a temporal fixation on the period, say 2001-2005. That period is where the title of this blog comes from, and during 2001-2005 I made a series of small poor choices....but for now the joke.
Moosecock
Originally told to me by Jon Brown in Phildalephia in the summer of 2002. (For directions to the site of exactly where this telling occurred, click here. This theater used to also have a vending machine that sold grilled cheese sandwiches).
So there is this game show where a contestant tries to name a word. The contestant goes on stage and asks yes-or-no questions to which the audience shouts responses until he, or she, is able to correctly the day's word.
On this particular day the contestant is a frail old women (think Sophia from the Golden Girls without the atitude). She totters on to the stage with the help of a walker and squeeks out her first question (at this point it will be helpful to do a little old lady voice),
"Is it something you can eat?"
There is silence in the studio, perplexed mumbling in the audience ensues, then after a minute, the audience shouts "Yes?", but it's really more of a question than an answer.
The old lady scratches her wispy white head, pauses, and then in her high piping voice says....
"Is it moosecock?"
A slightly different version, more suitable if you can't do an impression of an old lady, or if you are actually telling the joke to an old lady
Tomorrow: Thoughts on humor
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