Sounds gross but isn’t: goat cheese.
Meeting topic that makes me giggle: “Market penetration.”
People I don’t trust: Anyone named “Ed."*
Source of two recent awesome CD mixes: A fellow purveyor of online verbiage.**
Gender questionable act recently and thankfully avoided: Playing bridge.
Gender questionable act recently done with enthusiasm: Sending out evites for a baby shower.
Recent embarrassing book read: The sequel to Bridget Jones’s Diary.
Book about to be read so I don’t have to answer “The sequel to Bridget Jones’s Diary” when people ask me what I’m reading: A history about the politics behind the making of the Sistine Chapel.
Body part that sounds most like a jungle cat: Femur
Letter I’m most sympathetic toward: “Y"***
*It’s a not a name; it’s a suffix. Highly suspicious.
**Kate hates the term “blog.”
***Is it a vowel? Is it not a vowel? It’s in a constant state of identity crisis.
My God, the sequel to Bridget Jones’s Diary!?! Is your flow particularly heavy this month or what?
i’ve always had a deep relationshyp with “y” as well. a truly mysunderstood and mysused letter.
and i certainly don’t trust that weasel “ed” from the tv show.
thank you for your sensitivity to my feelings on that word. you must’ve learned that from helen fielding.
mark
it’s not a name it’s a verb!
Can you blame the girl? And Kate, how come I don’t get musical love from you
I hate the word too, but that doesn’t stop me from talking about bloggers and blogresses. I think the feminine form makes up for the hideous word root.
And let’s not forget ‘w’, the other ambiguous vowel. Source of such words as “cwm” that only Scrabble geeks (and I) know.
i am more sympathetic towards Q. mostly because it usually has to bring its baby brother U along for the ride. and we all know what it’s like having to drag the dorky kid brother around all the time.
because i don’t have your address, you silly thing!
i’m in the non-vowel camp on the Y issue. (there are camps, right?) Why is Y so much more ambiguous than W? odd, that.
and thanks. this is way better than spiders.
Someday my spider posts will be appreciated. And my pretentious winter-themed posts. Hell, my whole site.
I also don’t trust people whose names are verbs, like “Skip.”
Is the Bridget Jones sequel the one with Jar-Jar? I hate that dude.
- and I always thought “tibia” sounded like some sort of antelope. “The femur took down the wounded tibia in the tall grass.” Also: My sympathies run to “X.” Jack Valente has given it a bad rap, and it sounds like a has-been even when it’s brand new.
Okay, whatever, I really liked the sequel to Bridget Jones’ Diary. But I totally don’t tell people about it.
I’m sure you don’t. Which is part of the problem. I hate it when people dismiss whole categories of fiction because they’re demeaning or the wrong age/gender. What a waste. Bottom line: it made me laugh. Just like Nick Hornby does, who is pretty much Helen Fielding for Guys.
The second Bridget Jones was hysterical. And I can’t ever read enough of Nick Hornby. Maybe I’ll go home and read “How To Be Good” again this weekend....
The trick is to balance the above with things like history and classics. I’m only an idiot half the time then.
I reserve me out-of-demographic spells for TV. I loved Once and Again. That’s the only reason Lifetime is worthy of my remote-control.
don’t feel sorry for x. people love them - in threes, at least.
But the sequel to Bridgest Jones is a really good book! As is High Fidelity, which people definitely told me I wouldn’t get because I wasn’t a guy. Completely untrue. I thoroughly relate.
So what you’re really all saying is that you love Hugh Grant. And the first person to make me a CD mix of all the songs in Nick Hornby’s latest wins a prize (and I mean all the songs, not just the sampler that comes with it, which I didn’t even get).
my favorite ‘sounds cute but isn’t’ is the dingleberry.
weep not for the ‘x’ as it has many a champion. straight-edge kids wear them big on the hand...I even have one tattooed on my left arm. hell, ‘x’ is the letter so cool that they named an apathetic generation after it. good enough for malcolm, good enough for me.
‘edge of reason’ is funnier than the original.
the end.
ps- i’m gonna marry colin firth
just had to register my vote that goat cheese IS gross. Tried to like it, can’t. BAD yuppie! Bad!