Today I am shamelessly stealing a format from Davis Whiteman (see Davis W on my blogroll to the right). Davis has outdone himself this week in the irreverent and funny category, and what I want to know is, How does he get away with it? I say similar things and I have virtual Klan members and Tea Partiers burning virtual crosses on my virtual lawn.
In any case , Davis saves his snippets for Monday, so I’m getting the drop on him so to speak.
- Speaking of snippets, that reminds me of “sniglets” (definition: words that should be in the dictionary but aren’t). I once made one up: Autoamnesia. Definition: the inability to remember where you parked your car.
- Speaking of language,one of the New York Times’ crossword puzzles this week had one of the best clues ever. The clue is “crushed corn creation”. Ten letters. I’ll even be nicer to you than they are to us. It’s two words. Starts with “C”.
- Facebook has provided a wealth of interesting material this week, ranging from concerns about the Gulf oil spill (me), the danger posed by men with weed-eaters (me), to finally being successful at replacing the liner in your above-ground pool. Thank God. That was such a nail-biter. To be fair, there was also a lively discussion about the merits of eating sushi, and a photograph of a Hooter’s sign which read “Cab legs–$8.99”.
- Speaking of Facebook, I am in the initial stages of forming a Group, which will be a book club. We have four members already in our unofficial alliance. The real book club is a real book club in Alexandria Virginia, so we have a ready-made reading list. I’m on Month #2 of my long-distance participation, and the book we’re currently reading sucks, so once I get it going, I’d advise you not to join.
- Speaking of men with weed-eaters, I had a great conversation this morning with weed-eater guy, who grew up in my neighborhood when there were only two houses here–his parents’ and one other. Fourteen miles of woods all the way to the Georgia border. He is that great combination of North Florida contradictions: beer-drinking (he called his sister to deliver some to him as he was about to finish working), ex-biker (two friends dying on motorcycles apparently cured him), long-haired, redneck, blue collar…environmentalist. He was incensed by the destruction of the woodlands and the Indian mounds in our neighborhood, and was completely knowledgeable about our fight against Wal-Mart and Wal-Mart’s impact in neighboring communities. Moral to the story: Never judge a book by its cover.