Those of you who know me know that I think blogs are at best kinda clever and at worst masturbatory. Unless it is a blog meant for comedy (see here). Then it's either funny or not funny. Simple as that. So why in the world am I doing this? Because my dear friend Ian said I should. Simple and stupid as that. He seems to think someone besides himself would be interested in what I have to say. Go figure. But I'll try it. Jury's still out on getting a Facebook account, though. My sister told me to get one, but I dunno....
Oh! The blog name. Should explain. (I sound like Rorschach. Can you tell I just read "Watchmen"? Farking excellent read if you haven't already done so. Wanted to get that in before the movie comes out next year and my groovy boyfriend thoughtfully bought it for me.) I had a brilliant, talented and highly neurotic friend in high school named Colomba. My other friends didn't care much for her, but I understood her and we managed to have some good times together. The best Christmas of my adult life was spent with her in London. Her Mother, for whom English was a second language, used to hilariously mess up cliches and band names. She would call Oingo Boingo "Wongy Bongy", but my all time favorite was her mixing "That's the way the cookie crumbles" with "That's the way the ball bounces". Now you know.
Quien es mas macho?
- Mrs Peel
- Some chick who likes rock n roll, is emotionally political, and vacillates frequently between bitter resignation and faith in her fellow human.
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You betcha. Glad you're doing it. xo - Ian
As children, my brother and I were constantly messing with my mother and her use of the English language. At one point, thinking ourselves very clever, we started saying "Scoop over" instead of "Scoot over."
Well, I guess she had no idea which one was correct, so she started saying it too. Us kids loved it, but adults looked at her funny when she said it.
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