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Archives for November 2005

Word of the Week

dockwalloper n 1 : a loafer about docks who picks up casual employment 2 : a freight handler on a dock

[From: the big dictionary in the library.]

New Game: Who’s Sunk Lower?

Jeremy Irons in Dungeons & Dragons or Ben Kingsley in Bloodrayne?

What is it about Oscar-winning Englishmen and the lure of playing evil tyrants in wretched fantasy movies?

Three Cool Blokes


From Whispers in the Loggia by way of Godsbody.

Department of Squeaky Wheels

Reader Adam passes this along in response to my Folk post. Do click the “Listen Now” button at left.

What is it about the Midwest? I haven’t dug too deeply yet, but the first impression is that this is a measured, non-hysterical, even thoughtful attempt to actually do some good.

Yeah, you’ve seen it already…

…and yeah, you’ve heard the argument before, and yeah, it’s just too darn smooth, but gosh all, the good people at JibJab have a good time with Big Box Mart.

Two Years Old

this is an audio post - click to play

You’re two years old,
You’re all done with one,
You’re bright and bold
Like the moon and the sun.
You’re terrible two
And wonderful, too,
Sweet as sugar glue,
And I am stuck on you.

You started out in Mommy’s belly,
A tiny little girl were you.
Mommy ate lots of peanut butter and jelly
And you grew and grew and grew.
Then one night we got the sign
So we drove down to Sacred Heart.
At 4:57 on November 29,
You landed in our apple cart.

At first we started counting up from zero
The weeks and months that passed
And all the while you were our hero
For spitting up and moving on fast.
You liked the butterflies that danced above
And any dog you could see.
You liked the songs we made out of
Things like poop and pee.

At the age of one you started to walk
And then you started to run.
With a Nanno and Dat you started to talk
About things you thought were fun.
With Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa
And Mimi and everyone
You turned on the charm and fixed it with a saw
That cut through the clouds to the sun.

You’re two years old,
You’re all done with one,
You’re bright and bold
Like the moon and the sun.
You’re terrible two
And wonderful, too,
Sweet as sugar glue,
And I am stuck on you.

Something in the air…

…maybe it’s that document. I don’t have much to offer, but this morning, I did just happen to put on the one shirt I own from International Male, and I thought a few words of explanation might be in order.

I started receiving the International Male catalog when I was around 14, living at home in a small city in upstate New York. I do not know quite why I started receiving it – I was usually a Land’s End/J.Crew kind of catalog shopper, and then only rarely (i.e., back to school clothes shopping with Mom). But I leafed through it as I would any other self-conscious 14-year-old, hoping to find cool clothes to cover a deep-seated (ahem, document, ahem) lack of cool. I did think the banana hammocks a little odd, but I was something of a naif, and didn’t give it much thought.

I did, however, find a pair of jeans (Code Bleu!) and a button down shirt that I really liked. When I called to order, the gentleman on the other end of the line must have been surprised by the youthful timbre of my voice. “How old are you?” he asked.

“Fourteen.”

“Well, if you ever want to talk, just call me, anytime.” I think he said his name was Steven.

Now, I’m not about to ascribe predatory motives to Steven. I think he probably thought he had a young homosexual on the line, possibly a young homosexual who was confused and frightened. He probably wanted to help me. At the time, I just thought it was really, really weird for this sales dude to be letting me know that I could call him if I wanted to talk.

The jeans wore out – I got holes in the knees (having fun yet, Matthew?) But the shirt, which I purchased some 18 years ago, is still with me – the cotton is somehow both fabulously tough and fabulously soft.

Dear New York Times…

…we are so sorry. Just two posts ago, we called you mean. What’s worse, we called you dull-witted. We take it all back. As fine a send-up of media hand-wringing over its recent failures, combined with a sly self-laceration over the fixation on gossip (guilty as charged) in times of crisis, as we’ve read. And so dry!

(Link via The Transom.)

"You have to look at U2 as a multimillion-dollar, multinational media company…"

Given Rocco’s devotion to both The New York Times and U2, we here at Godsbody can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t posted about this. He must be distracted by that document that’s getting talked about in some circles these days.

(Last link via Amy.)

Lolly-Blogging

We were counting on Quintilian to carry the KSRK torch forward into the Advent season. Instead he’s been sitting at the blogscreen doing this.