Missing Six Legs in a Bar Fight
Posted by: Liz | From: January 31, 2007
I think this hook in our bathroom looks exactly like a drunk, boxing octopus:
Tell me I'm wrong.
I have my new New Year Challenge from Real Girl, which I will post on Friday. It's interactive!
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Yesterday, a guy introduced himself to me while I was heating my lunch in the kitchen. We exchanged a few pleasantries and on his way out he said, "Nice to meet you," like a normal person. Then, for no reason I can discern, I replied, "Thanks!"
Not, "Nice to meet you, too!" or "See you around!" or something that, I don't know, MAKES SENSE. I said, "Thanks," like he was paying me a compliment. Like I was saying, "I'm so glad you enjoyed getting to know me! What a pleasure that must have been for you."
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At my job, there's a pile of DVDs that sit near my desk that are free for the taking. They're mostly review copies sent to us that don't end up being reviewed, and every time I look at the sheer amount of movies sitting there, I think, "There have to be some good ones in there somewhere!" But then I go over to look, and am floored by the fact that among the hundreds of movies, there isn't one that I would like to see. Sure, there are a couple random ones here and there that pique my interest, but by and large, they are things like, "Who Made the Potatoe [sic] Salad?" (starring Jaleel White) and "Reba: The Complete Third Season." Actually, I mailed both of those to Tom, and he loved them. Sort of an extension of our great book exchanges. If anyone can tell me why there is an "e" on the end of "Potatoe" in that movie title, I'm dying to know. I have a feeling it has nothing to do with Dan Quayle, but that's the only thing I can think of besides the fact that it was done unintentionally, which is what I'm really afraid of.
Yesterday, I found William S. Burroughs's "The Junky's Christmas" in the pile, which seemed interesting. I brought it home and J (who has mild dyslexia) examined the box.
J: Narrated by Arthur? Who's Arthur?
Liz: ?
J: Ha, are they talking about the aardvark?
Liz: (looking at box) Narrated by author.
Although, come to think of it, a narration by Arthur would be pretty surreal.
I love that hook! You wanna piece of me... under the sea?
Arthur is the best animated show on TV. Watch a couple episodes and you'll be a believer.
Posted by: Brion at January 31, 2007 11:56 AM
Liz, all three sections of this post made me giggle. Out loud.
Thank you.
Posted by: beth at January 31, 2007 1:03 PM
Those crazy octopi...always getting into trouble. I like how I can see you like four times in the hook's reflection.
Posted by: Mega Munch at February 1, 2007 5:51 AM
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Maybe someone's toe gets in the potato[e] salad, and then Urkel eats it, and then he says the title, over and over, while moaning and clutching his stomach. I see from the imdb comments, however, that Urkel instead has a boner (apparently a visible one) in the movie.
The other day I expected a saleslady to say "let me know if I can help you" but instead she said "how are you doing today?" and then when I auto-replied with "thank you" I felt like the queen. The moronic queen.
Posted by: Sally at January 31, 2007 11:29 AM