I'm sure going to miss her.
And I'm going to miss your stories about her. Here's to the Swede!
Hey – live in the UK? Need a new Swede? Grow your own.
Brassica napus napobrassica!
Rutabaga – at the Mineshaft.
Fuck to rutabaga.
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Non-rutabaga blogcrush.
Rutabaga? I hardly know her.
Nope. Not a single in-joke works with rutabaga.
There was "rooting for hurricanes." It will take some work, but it's in there somewhere.
Bend over until the cold shower hits you directly in the rutabaga, then huff in shocked delight.
I don't know if that actually counts an in joke. It could be that I'm the slightly slow guy who wanders around telling the one joke of his that people actually laughed at, over and over. And over.
w-lfs-n is a serial rutabaga.
Matt Rutabaga's name reads like the name of a common foodstuff, somewhat suggestively shaped, but actually pronounced quite differently.
I'm trying. It ain't working.
Did I ever tell you about the rutabagas over in China?
Hey, Happy National Rutabaga Month everyone!
You were in China? When?
Stop toying with me, you silly-named strumpet.
Strumpet? Standpipe? Is that what it means? Let's date!
Just be forewarned, ogg, SB is a very freaky strumpet (the kind you don't bring home to mother).
I recall watching a play, can't remember by whom, wherein the main character lashes out at a woman in a fury of pejoration, calling her "Strumpet! Strumpet! Strumpet!" ad nauseam. Now, "strumpet" is a silly word, and silly words are to me like mental pop-rocks. So instead of reacting in sympathy to whichever character was being grievously wronged, I started chuckling to myself uncontrollably. Very inappropriate.
Inappropriate, yes, but also freaky.
Yeeeaah.
Hey hey HEY!
Let's date!
Hilarious. I'm imagining a PG-rated Trent Reznor singing, "I wanna date you like an animal".
"I wanna date you like an animal".
How about "like a rutabaga"?
Oh yeah, this is the rutabaga thread. Almost forgot.
Now, as to ogged's suggestion that we date, I'm afraid it just wouldn't work. Unless he changed his mind, and is now into squeaky, big-butted, despondent Russians.
Having your own museum goes a long way.
Oh, I see. And you would like to, how do you say, curate my museum?
That sounds dirty. I thought I'd just browse, being very careful not to touch anything.
Does my pseudonym make me look fat? Sometimes I wish I had adopted a svelter one, like "Lithely Tautness".
If we're going to date, these are the kinds of questions you'll have to put up with.
I can see you're trying to put me off, but that question made me laugh out loud. People will say, "We were all wondering what took them so long."
Sveltering Nooner?
By "these", I mean the one I mentioned.
Text and Standpipe: synchronous, erroneous.
Sveltering Nooner?
Soy Calor.
I can see you're trying to put me off
I'm proceeding cautiously. After all, you started pursuing me only after Mitch dubbed me "Strumpet". One might be forgiven for wondering whether your intentions are honorable.
Tenga Una Pregunta?
Si. Quieres un colinabo?
Hilarious. I'm imagining a PG-rated Trent Reznor singing, "I wanna date you like an animal".
"I wanna feel you from the inside" = hedgehog-quill penile sound.
I'm one of those guys that will just want to talk, and put you on the path of righteousness.
Quieres un colinabo?
Mmm, colinabo. Es rapido?
Is this a new level of homoeroticism? Has Ogged left the closet? I could swear I've seen SB referred to by pronouns which imply wangedness.
hedgehog-quill penile sound
Weirdo! Anyway, I thought we were talking about Reznorcal Trent, not Hedgical Trevor. Not that HT makes a "penile sound", or that such a sound exists outside of Wayne's World and the pants of its imitators. If you know otherwise, Ben, please don't tell us how.
Mmm, colinabo. Es rapido?
Ciertamente. Es un colinabo grande "V6", zoom zoom.
Say, that reminds me: you know who I hate? I mean really, really hate?? That little kid who says "zoom zoom" in that car commercial (I have no idea which car is being advertised). And then to make it worse they go into some astoundingly crappy faux-reggae song, with "zoom" as the primary lyric, interspersed with a few perfunctory "ohs" and "yeahs".
Everyone involved with the making of that commercial should be pelted with rutabagas (that was a common punishment in China).
Yeeeaah.
Hey hey HEY!
I'm one of those guys that will just want to talk, and put you on the path of righteousness.
That's no fun at all.
Also, I object to the continuing presumption of my strumpetude. I am not a strumpet: I am unstrumpalicious.
I hate [...] that little kid who says "zoom zoom"
Well, thanks to the car commercial mention I have the Zoom Zoom song stuck in my head as well as an even more irritating ad--here where the Evil TW Empire rules the airwaves we've got one for beepbeep.com. Worse. Commercial. Ever. *shudders* Now they're playing in my head. Simultaneously.
Perhaps I can use the rutabaga as a bludgeoning device.
Karyn,
"It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all.
It's a small, small world."
Glad to be of service. Call anytime.
Anyone here remember the "Yingtong Song" from the Goons?... Now that is annoying.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
Everybody's nerves
Everybody's nerves
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
And this is how it goes
This is the song that ends.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
Everybody's nerves
Everybody's nerves
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
And this is how it goes
Alt. Pseud.: The version I know goes
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
I would say 'etc.', but in fact it is rare that I get through three lines without someone screaming, let alone >5.
Karyn,
Tripp, you're too kind
Why it is nothing. Based on somebody's recommendation here (who the devil was it?) I bought the two "New Pornagraphers" CDs. Terrible name, good music, but now I have the lyrics "Visualize success" stuck in my head.
Tripp,
It's time to admit you have a problem. Severe cache dysmorphia. We can help.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves
The old Monty Python song that goes:
Here comes another one
Here it comes again
Here comes another one
When will it ever end
ad infinitum works by the second iteration with just about everyone I've used it on.
Terrible name, good music
How is it a terrible name? It's a Warhol(?) quote: "Music is the new pornography."
Sorry. Last two were me. I just switched to FF at work.
There's a Peter Blegvad song called "The Only Song" that goes:
Imagine a world where this was the only song
& against your will
You had to sit & listen to it all day long
Until it made you ill
Until it made you ill
For about six minutes.
Oh nameless one,
How is it (The New Pornagraphers) a terrible name?
It is a terrible name because I bought the CDs and then spent all afternoon looking for a goddamn pornagraph to play them on!
looking for a goddamn pornagraph
Well, no wonder. You need a pornograph to play the New Pornographers.
Gentlemen, the topic is difficult swimming drills. Thank you.
Swimming drills would be a lot easier if you had SCUBA tanks.
SCUBA is a lot easier without tanks.
I think tonight I shall have a nightmare about my cordless Makita, outfitted with a doorknob saw and a propeller, chasing me through a pool, in the dark.
apostropher, do you have google memorized?
Google is for pussies. I have the internet memorized.
Man, Chops, are you lucky these boys and girls are philosophers. You want to be very careful with posts like that....
Still ommming on the telephone calls.
I knew it had to be something like that, apo.
I know we're supposed to be talking about swimming or rapid rutabagas or whatever, Chopper's 61 has me thinking about dreams. Often I've heard people say, as if it were received wisdom, that hearing about other people's dreams is boring. But I often find other people's dreams fascinating, much more so than my own. Is this true for anyone else?
Only if the person is a good storyteller.
The descriptions of dreams this guy posts are amazing.
I almost never remember my dreams - maybe one every couple of months - so others' dreams are almost always more interesting.
w-lfs-n,
Butoh! I have a big coffee table book full of pictures of Butoh dancers. A couple of years back, it totally freaked my older son out. Gave him nightmares.
Still ommming on the telephone calls.
Keep it up. They're checking my references today and tomorrow. One of my references has called already to tell me that the HR rep who called her was raving about what a strong candidate I am.
Plus I now have an interview for a different job (at the company I currently work for) set up for next Friday. Jeez--when it rains, it pours.
I confess to being fascinated by my childrens' dreams. That is not as twee as it sounds.
I almost never remember my dreams
I'm the same way, but still usually find other people's dreams boring--odd, because I typically find even trivial details about people's lives fascinating.
Dreams. Can't claim to have read them all.
Your kids want to kill you, Austro; best not to pay too much attention to those dreams.
Not yet they don't. but we're getting there. Besides, its the best early warning system I have.
Only if the person is a good storyteller.
Agreed. This is in fact the case for the examples I had in mind. I do have an affinity for the surreal, though, and I can see why it isn't for everyone.
I was ashamed to admit at the time that I was Superman, complete with outfit.
Say, where's Matt been today? Zach's got a post up about the great-great-granddaughter of Otto von Bismarck marrying Maximilian Weiner.
"Simultaneously sissy, haughty, antiquated, and vulgar. Striking. No surprise that he's in the film industry, though with a name like Max Weiner* I'd expect him to be in front of the camera."