Oy
Two count 'em Two people misunderstood something in my last thingy. To preclude further confusion...Yes, of course I know there are people on both sides of the political spectrum who fit the description of "ANTIs". I never suggested otherwise. I merely selected two timely examples. I was tired of hearing the relentless attacks on Clinton, too. Daily negativity becomes tiresome, taxing. We all need to take a big dose of optimism and wash it down with some good cheer. Translation: turn off the news and watch Bugs Bunny re-runs. And please, don't fill in any thingy blanks with assumptions. I am a gray figure in a gray state among 50 gray states. Gray I tell you. Gray.
Cheers to the Journal of the British Interplanetary Society for being the first mainstream, established planetary society with balls. An interesting (and brief) article to chew on...
Lower the flags of the American lexicon? As time continues onward and we get closer to losing the last emblems of the WWII generation, I'd like to pause to reflect on some of the great words that will be lost with them. You know, those words only heard from the mouths of your grandparents. Words like davenport and trousers. Computerize and moonshine. There are so many. Got any more off the top of your head?
So Prince Charles' son Harry throws on a nazi soldier costume for a private party. Party goer with cameraphone spots the opportunity and takes a shot. Said goer takes it right to the British tabloids, who give him a nice chuck of change for it. The British Isles quake, and are still feeling the reverberations. Some claim that it's a signal that the young royals are secretly antisemitic. No, no, no...Boy Harry hadn't a clue what he was doing. To the Brits, this is as big a royal gaffe as there ever was. Perhaps he hasn't been taught well. Perhaps he hasn't learned well. But that's all it is...call it stupidity or ignorance or thoughtlessness, or perhaps more accurately, a failure to understand the weight of his congential position in Europe. But don't call it a sign of royal antisemitism.
4 Comments:
How bout icebox, permanent (for the hair, that is), and golashes?
4:59 PM
ICEBOX! Yes! Thanks, Mrs. Norway :)
10:10 PM
How about "clicker" for a TV remote control. You know, the old Zenith kind that clicked. Or maybe "rubbers" for those things you put on your shoes. And worst of all, nicknaming someone "Dick" if their name is really Richard. "Rain slicker" is one that always reminds me of my grandmother. Remember when people used to get consumption? Ah, there's so many.
7:24 AM
Three that always drives me nuts, for your approval.
1) People who, as we now know to suffer from late-onset diabetes, are described by 'them' as getting "the sugar". (ex: "Yeah, Mildred, she ended up getting the sugar.") You don't hear it often, but it's out there.
2) Casserole. Yummy, but a chalkboard-scratcher.
3) Britches. Gotta hem up my britches, they keep fallin' down!
8:50 AM
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