Posts Tagged 'follies'

The valley of the jeggings

Yea, though I walk through the shadow of jeggings,

I will fear no fishnets….

For at least they’re stockings

and go with a dress.

— inspired by a depressing shopping trip to find black slacks. The only pair I found has peached fabric, which shows every cat hair and speck of dust. But at least it’s work appropriate, if I have a clothes brush at work.

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Manic catnip fiend

Manic catnip fiend

Leia, the wunderkat has decided she likes catnip… a lot. We even brought home a small catnip lobster from Maine for her.
She is now a manic catnip fiend, and her love for “lobbie” is somewhat embarrassing.

Pearl watercolors

Who knew that the Yasutomo paints I talked about in my last post would have such satisfying results. Sheer, with a shiny sheen. So now, it’s time to find cold-pressed dark watercolor paper. Or maybe these can be used less like watercolors on sheer paper, and then layered over something else.

If the paint doesn’t fade while it dries, I’ll take a picture in the daylight of my doodle. 🙂

New word of the day: Jagwire

Used by radio announcers when referring to a “Jagwire dealership”.

Because the most sophisticated people drive Jagwires.

No, I’m not kidding.

Early MAS

While walking in a deep state city with friends, we were passed by a group of boys in an SUV. The guys looked at the people on the sidewalk, and one of them hooted and high-fived out the window. Then he fell back, blushing, while his friends pounded him on the back and the car drove away.

I realized, in that moment, that I had witnessed a test of the early Mammary Alert System. If I had been 90, the reaction would have been the same. [sigh Congratulations kid. You’ve demonstrated to your friends that you’re a red blooded American. Guess you can check that box and stop worrying that your friends will think you don’t like girls.]

It was funny, sad, and over the top.

All things embittered

… and other manglings of popular culture, television program names, and brand names.

Confessions of a word mangler:

  1. I’ve subbed the nickname “All Things Embittered” for the Natl. Public Radio Program “All Things Considered“. It’s a weird linguistic fondness when I create weird nicknames for things. (I must love this show, since I listen to it while I drive my car all the time.)
  2. There’s a bank that I have nicknamed “First Rust”. Yes, I grew up in the rustbelt of America. (In this case their logo inspired me, and no I can’t help this one. I’ve banked at other weird places, like one called “Chemical” and at least i think of iron when I see their logo too.)
  3. “This Old Louse” and “This Old Spouse” are nicknames for “This Old House” on Public Television (Follow the link — it’s filled with interesting stuff for home reno)
  4. Some politicians are guilty of moral twerpitude.

I can’t think up clever nicknames for things like “American Idol,” “Lost” etc. That is possibly because I don’t watch them. Or it’s because I find the original names unimaginative. Anything on a roadway with a logo is fair game, otherwise I’d expire with boredom on roadtrips without the opportunity of mangling the name of a company — Laceys, Foodline, SEPTIC, Aint to Trouble You. I sometimes wonder if everyone does this.

Why I don’t attend church more often

church silhouetteThere are things about church that I like in general. I like the peacefulness, the music, and sometimes the sermons. I like being part of a group of people all centered on the same thought or emotions. The church around the corner does good works, offers a sense of community, etc. The pastor is really trying to make the church welcoming, and sees the church as part of the equal rights struggle. All well and good.

I just wish people on the GLBTQ (and friends) committee wouldn’t come up to me and say, “You know what I like about gay people? You’re all so happy and throw the best parties,” thinking that I’ll be delighted with their openness.

Ahem: I haven’t thrown any parties, rave music isn’t played in my house, I have yet to deploy my butterfly wings in chapel, and I don’t wear rainbow antenna to church. Instead, I’m a kind of average singer who brings food for the food pantry, and who is normally good-natured, except about her commute. Am I just being crabby here? Or would it be appropriate to just say, “What I love about straight people is they have children so I don’t have to.”? Or leave the committee after politely saying, “Screaming now?”. That might leave the committee with just “friends” though. And they mean well, bless their little hearts. (BTW: This conversation didn’t happen recently. It’s just simmering up again as I realize that more U.S. states than not have anti-citizen legislation that makes it illegal for a certain group of consenting adults to marry or have rights.)


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