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Could you be more “pacific”?
Kevin and Bean of KROQ had a little segment on words that are mispronounced horribly incorrectly. It started with the word “mayonnaise” and how it often gets pronounced “man-naise“.
I admit it, I’m guilty of omitting the “yo” of mayo. I say “mannaise.” And it drives my mom insane.
Thing is, I don’t really care. I hate the stuff and it’s sweet revenge to mispronounce it. Mannaise, mannaise, mannaise.
But this post is not about how I pronounce the condiment. This post is about the words that came up during the segment. And some of these words I have never even heard of before.
For example, the word pacific. As in, “I’m looking for a pacific brand of cake flour.”
Or the word “fruss-ta-ted” instead of regular old frustrated.
One that irritates the hell out of me: irregardless. Two negatives make a positive, people.
Supposebly gets used in exchange of supposedly, allegedly.
All of this makes my head hurt.
Cheaters *Do* Prosper
First off, congratulations to Mr. Jeff Bridges on his recent win for Best Actor. You deserve it, even though I did not see “Crazy Heart”.
Second, you have just proved to me (regardless of the proverb) that cheaters do prosper.
Let me take a couple of steps back and explain how this works.
My mom went to University High School in the 1960′s. Jeff Bridges also went to this high school and was a year ahead of her. They interacted with each other and shared a class or two.
Jeff Bridges would try and copy off her homework on more than one occasion. I’m guessing since he was busy filming for Disney, he didn’t have time to fulfill his academic tasks. Still, that’s no reason you should try and copy off of another student. Right?
The straw that breaks the camel’s back? He actually got a better grade on his homework than my mom.
Can I get a Oh HELL No?
What kind of example does that set to future generations?
Every time the camera switched over to Mr. Bridges during the Oscars, my mom shook her head.
At this point, I feel like my academic career has been a big waste. I should have cheated a bit more during high school instead of working my way through all those AP classes. Because maybe, just maybe, I could have a couple of movies under my belt instead of slaving away for Corporate America for five years.
Edited to add: Thank you to Mr. Bridges for catching my error in naming “The Hurt Locker” as the movie you were in. My bad. Still, you shouldn’t have copied off of my mom back in high school.
@DrawMyTweet Made Me Famous
In my Twitter clique, you don’t have to throw many pebbles to find that you’re closely connected to someone you’d like to meet but just aren’t aware of it yet. That’s how I came across @DrawMyTweet.
The gist of it is, you throw an interesting tweet at ‘em and they’ll illustrate it.
With hilarious results.
Take this one, for example. A tweet made by my good friend, the Slackmistress, went from this to this. Pretty clever, yes?
Did you want something a little more surreal? What about a cactus on an IV drip?
Conan O’Brien’s first tweet has also been imortalized right here. The blue jay in the background is there for a reason. :)
And guess what? The kind artist even did a little drawing for me. I am not up to par with the amazing tweets that have been sent in, so it took me a little while to dig through my archives before I found something that could be remotely amusing. And this is what I received in return.
Seriously, it’s full of win for two reasons:
1. Draw My Tweet already considers me awesome, even though we have not met in person yet (and I believe that will be something happening in the near future).
2. An unnecessary apology was made for “crappy penmanship” on the part that read “William J. Clinton Int’l Nookie Club.” Personally, I was thrilled that was thrown in there – Slick Willie and I share a birthday on August 19th.
It’s almost as if Draw My Tweet already knew me. And that’s pretty flattering.
The best part of this whole experience is that anyone can shoot a tweet to them and ask for a picture. I highly recommend that you get in your request now before they really take off and you’ve got a waiting period of months before you see your 140 (or less) characters in animated form.
High School Reunion
There was a small post-Podcast segment of Be The Marriage this evening which addressed post-high school relationships and upcoming reunions. I think for a lot of us were in that outside clique of high school, the one in which we do not look back very fondly at those memories.
I will not be going to my ten year reunion this year. With the advent of Facebook, there really is no need to catch up with the entire Culver City High School graduating class of 2000. We find each other on there, scan through the pictures and the Info tab, and (for the most part) our curiosity is satisfied. Apart from that, a gap of ten years really isn’t enough of a space for me to want to know what someone has doing with his/her life.
Over a year ago, I attended the funeral of a boy I used to sit next to in the first grade. Many, many people showed up, from relatives to the students who attended his English class at Santa Monica High School. Inbetween that group were the people we had gone to school with (and in some cases, actually been pupils of – I recognized at least three teachers at the service). Most of those people I saw I was pleased to see and was sad that I could apply the old family saying, “We only get together when somebody dies.” Our mini-high school reunion occured at someone else’s funeral.
Unfortunately there were a few I was extremely unhappy to see, and wanted to flee the scene out of habit. Two of those people I had the misfortune of sitting next to during the funeral.
I can hear some of you saying, “But a lot of time has passed and those people went to college! They’ve changed their ways.” And that’s the benefit of the doubt I tried to give those two people.
This is where I get catty and say that I had the pleasure of knowing that my intial gut reaction to them was not at all off base.
The two people who sat next to me did nothing more than talk through the funeral, pointing out people they hadn’t seen since graduation and other unnecessary remarks. One of them didn’t even stay for the entire service, but left after an hour to go. Maybe he/she had an appointment he/she needed to catch, but to me that was completely rude and disrespectful. This person had been an ass back then for many years – couldn’t they hold it for a few hours? Geez.
If this was a preview of what I’d see at our first reunion, then I would be more than happy to send in my “DECLINED” notice.
Maybe in another decade or two I’ll have different thoughts on the matter. Maybe at that point I’ll be okay with seeing so many people from such an awkward time. I enjoyed being my mom’s +1 at her 40th High School Reunion; maybe I’ll enjoy my own one of these years.
Cheap Shots From the Phone
Woody’s BBQ in Inglewood makes pretty good food. Probably the only major downsides to this place are the parking and this:
Ew.
Mary HAD a Little Lamb: How a Childhood Story got Murdered
I was going through the mail pile on the dinning room table and saw this book:
My mom had brought it home from work. The lamb’s head looked so soft and inviting, so I reached out to pet it. It was just as soft as I imagined. I continued to pet the lamb when this caught my eye:
The lamb was partially blind. And that was just sad, because any wounded animal hits a tender spot in my heart.
I flipped open the book and was horrified when this happened:
Double u. Tee. Eff.
What the hell happened to the lamb’s head?
It was hanging from the edge of the cover.
I asked my mom why she brought home a damaged lamb, and she responded that one of the kids from her class ripped the head off. She was hoping to glue it back on.
Storytime has definitely changed since I was in kindergarten.
As of this post, the lamb’s head has yet to be glued back on. Now I’ve got this creepy book hanging around the house, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it.
ピンク レディー & I
I was browsing through the produce section at my neighborhood Trader Joe’s and saw a sign for Pink Lady apples.
With fondness, I recalled the Pink Lady from my childhood. Not this Pink Lady, but this Pink Lady. And even though they broke up the year before I was born, they made the circuits of the Japanese variety shows that my parents and grandparents loved to watch every week.
This is the only song I really can remember them singing:
Imagine my surprise when I saw that there’s a 30th anniversary version of this song, sung by the same two ladies.
I had to add the song title to the duo’s name before I found it on YouTube, because I’m guessing that wasn’t the biggest hit they had during their short lived career. If you ask my dad nicely, he’d probably be able to belt out a collection of their greatest hits between 1979 and 1980. I’m sure if I dig through the record collection, I might find a “Best Of Japan” somewhere.
The best part about this flashback experienced with you guys? Seeing how they’ve improved the way “Wanted” gets pronounced.
Cheap Shots from the Phone
I was in San Diego this weekend to celebrate a friend’s birthday. While in the gift shop, I came across this:
I think found my new nom d’amour.
Some Kind of Wonderful
I cannot thank you guys enough for the well wishes and good vibes you sent my grandma’s way. They must have worked because she’s back at home, resting. Not sure what her condition is at the moment, but at least she’s somewhere comfortable.
And my laptop is back and functioning. Thank you to my IT guys.
My half-birthday wish at this point: to have the means to see my therapist again. I’ll give twenty years of my life for two months’ worth of sessions. Thirty if you can make it four months’ worth.
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