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November 14, 2007
Boing
Something has been troubling me about the two memes I've recently participated in.
As you know I have no problems with blog posts that make veiled references to my manly region. It doesn't even bother me to post things like, "and when I say 'veiled' I actually mean 'tarped' as a veil simply isn't large enough — I'm talking something the size of one of those things they roll out on a baseball infield when it starts to rain."
Let's let that roll off the tongue: "I have no problems with blog posts that make infield-tarped references to my manly region."
Well, I've coined better phrases.
Anyway.
Cracks that seem to suggest my manly region is much larger (well, really, just a little larger) than it actually is do not bother me in the least. I'll sleep well tonight even after having said everything I've said thus far in the post. (Well, I'll sleep well until that first nocturnal erection hits and my blankets are thrown skyward and tossed off the bed. You know… sometimes the 'boing' noise actually wakes me up.)
Still no problem sleeping.
And I know my mother reads this. Of course she's probably laughing the hardest (having changed a lot of my diapers when I was younger).
Some time passes, as indicated by the double space ...
… Well, here's a kick in the teeth. I can't really explain what troubles me about the memes without bringing it all back up. So, let's move on.
Rino at Pinoy Biker passed the following compliment on to me.
Rino lives in the Philippiness and uses his bicycle as a way of transportation to get to and from work and as a way of taking care of his health. He commutes by bicycle a lot more than I do, his commute is farther, and the hours during which he is commuting are not as daylight-friendly as mine. (Of course, he is in the Philippiness and to an Ohioan that sounds sort of exotic and cool. If they have grass in the Phillipines I imagine it is very green as it is way on the other side of the fence.)
(If they have grass in Jamaica I imagine it is gold, based simply on Bob Marley songs ... mon.)
As you all know, I am not the best person when it comes to accepting compliments, but I was genuinely touched by this.
I typically let complimentary things slide off me and rarely acknowledge them. Not too long a female person I'd just met said something nice about my arms and shoulders. My first thought was, "What am I supposed to do with that?" Maybe some guys eat stuff like that up. I don't know. Maybe if they were using discarded Ringling Brother's big tops to cover their manly region when they stepped from the shower they'd be focused less on their smaller appendages.
(Of all the things I've typed in this post, the bit about someone saying something nice about my arms bothers me the most.)
Anyway, I typically let complimentary things slide off me and don't acknowledge them. And so, a while back when Heather over at Footsteps paid me a compliment, I sort of did a brain stutter.
Delmer: Always witty; at times, sardonic and self-deprecating, Delmer’s blog appropriately titled “What’s a Delmer Look Like?” is … gosh, I’ve written/deleted/written some more/deleted again… I’ll settle on the fact that his blog is hard to describe but quite entertaining. It’s his life and then some (check out his trip to England)…
I'll admit I had to look up sardonic. But when I got past the extra-grammar work Heather put me through I felt all warm inside and a little less immature than I normally do.
One of the great things about the Internet is how it brings us all together even though we're miles apart — 8000 in the case of Rino, something like 25 in the case of Heather. I'm certain if more of the world's leaders would get involved in blogging we'd be able to work through our differences a bit better.
I don't know about you but I'd certanly drop by Dubya's blog to read all about his dinner-napkined references to the first penis
(Hey, in other vocabulary news, today somebody used disingenuous in an sentence; two days ago I wasn't sure it wasn't a word I'd simply made up.)
One more thing:
BOING!
Posted by delmer at November 14, 2007 8:49 PM
Comments
You know and I know they don't actually go 'boing', but it's fun to imagine that noise when it happens, hahaha.
Bush doesn't need to gird his loins with any swatch of fabric.
And to be honest, I love how you boldly lay claim to the tarp instead of, ahem, beating yourself down to size. he-hem. yeah.
Posted by: Sue at November 14, 2007 8:58 PM
Inasmuch as you and your hubby are younger, you may not have reached the slower 'boing' stage. It may be more of a 'woosh,' like a baseball bat cutting through the air.
(It looks like you were reading this entry as I was editing it ... please forgive any typos you stumbled across.)
Posted by: delmer at November 14, 2007 9:21 PM
Dahahaha! If you say so, D, I will expect the boing in the future.
Posted by: Sue at November 15, 2007 10:50 AM
Schwiiiinnnnng! Party on, Delmer.
Posted by: Icy Mt. at November 16, 2007 10:44 AM
Mine made more of a sonic boom when I was younger.
Posted by: mikeo at November 16, 2007 7:22 PM
IcyMt: Party on!
MikeO: Younger? How much younger were you? You're like 22 now/
Posted by: delmer at November 16, 2007 10:48 PM
You're hilarious. I've got three boys and they'd agree with Icy Mt. and "Schwiiiinnnnnnggggg."
Posted by: kellypea at November 20, 2007 7:34 PM
Mmmmmmmm *scratches head & mmmmms again*
Mmmmmmmm
Posted by: Greeneyezz at December 15, 2007 6:53 PM