January 29, 2007
Odontologists study teeth
I'm reading a book I bought at the library sale this weekend. The book is translated from Danish, and one part reads: "He was bitter that it was the forensic odontologists and not him who were the big stars..." In pencil, a previous owner has neatly crossed out that "him" and in a spidery cursive written "he." I love this unseen person.
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January 23, 2007
I change the dictionary
Words that should not exist anymore:
aggregate
optimize
premium
Words that should exist from now on:
struggly
pinkle
twile
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January 18, 2007
Watching Beauty and the Beast with the Lad, who was forced into it despite manly objections
"Be Our Guest" Number
Me: You know, if I had an entire cast of singing, dancing flatware to charm and impress people with, I could make beautiful young girls fall in love with me too.
Beast shows Belle the library
Lad: [in falsetto] Oh, the books are so beautiful! Can I start organizing them right away?
Belle teaches Beast to feed the birds
Lad: It would be awesome if, while her back was turned, the beast ate that blue bird.
Me: And then to make him feel comfortable, she grabbed another bird and ate it herself.
Angela Landsbury is a singing teapot
Me: She's come a long way since The Manchurian Candidate.
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January 02, 2007
Aftermath
Our house after New Year's Eve, as viewed by:
Prince Humperdink and Count Rugen
Prince: Someone has been beaten by a bottle of rum. The loser ran off alone and the winner was put in the pantry without a lid.
Rugen: Shall we track them both?
Prince: The hangover is nothing. Only the bottle matters.
Sherlock Holmes
Following the trail of chips beside the prints of the stocking feet, we can see that the hostess was trying to eat but kept missing her face. I think we'll find the missing alcohol in her bloodstream, Watson.
Shel Silverstein
The floor was encrusted with bootprints and grime,
And magnets, champagne corks and bottles of wine,
Sequins, some glitter, a hip flask of Schnapps,
And satiny underpants someone forgot,
Tiaras, gum wrappers, your young cousin Fred,
The stockings you thought you had left on the bed,
The place where that guy managed not to throw up,
A list of the people you thought would show up,
Spinach dip, cups, and mysterious stains,
The waistband ripped out of some random guy's Hanes.
Your guests all seemed happy -- they left with a smile.
You're pleased that they showed up to boogie a while.
The party was awesome! A shindig! A scream!
Six hours to rock out -- and three days to clean.
Hemingway
The floor had a lot of dirt on it.
Please enjoy the photos here and here, if you haven't already. Note that the Photobooth album contains not ten photos but ten albums of photos.
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