Nearly 20 years ago, Primus came out with this little gem celebrating everyone’s favorite television cartoon fartnockers.
Poetry: “huh huh huh huh huh/huh huh huh m huh huh m/huh huh m uh huh”
Now why did I never buy that album? Oh yes, it was because they ruined it with a Cher duet. That sucked.
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After six months and nearly 200 posts, it’s hard to believe I haven’t touched on all of my major weaknesses and eccentricities here at SB at least once. Yet much to my surprise, today I found a topic largely unmentioned.
Yes, much scarier than purported “ real ghosts.”
My friends, the
bhut jolokia is not to be trifled with.
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Chronologically my daughter is eight years old. Psychologically though she’s increasingly in a transitory state. Sometimes she acts more like four, other times more like 24. See seems to move between the two seamlessly.
I was the same way with my penchant for unnecessary formality.
I know this is perfectly normal; I’m not worried or anything like that. It’s just disconcerting as all hell.
S’mores are awesome. I would have definitely eaten more of them as a kid had I not despised camping so much.
Did I grow up in the wrong state, or what?
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Still, there’s plenty of history in that three-ingredient delicacy. Like most things, a good portion of that history is a bit off.
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Earlier today I came across a blog which despite having excellent subject matter and multimedia content was damn near impossible to read. The reason? Well, along with the obscene number of grammatical errors, run-on sentences and completely unnecessary transitions, the writer just didn’t know when to shut the hell up and get to the point.
I mean, I go off on tangents from time to time, but damn ….
There’s way too much of this out there in my humble opinion. Frankly I think English education has a lot to do with it.
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Tagged active voice, adverb, blog, college, composition, content, diarrhea, dictionary, education, Einstein, English language, essay, grammar, GUM, high school, Imodium, Kaopectate, Leonard Maltin, Lolly Lolly Lolly Get Your Adverbs Here, Milli Vanilli, movie critic, multimedia, newspaper, passive voice, run-on sentence, Russian, Schoolhouse Rock, sixth grade, sophomore, teacher, War and Peace, Webster's, word count, writing |
Bloody hell, I have nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Half an hour to midnight, and … nothing.
Once again, that’s what I get for staying in bed all day.
For the better part of my childhood I liberally used Yiddish insults and similar phrases in everyday speech. You know, terms such as “schmuck,” “putz,” “schmendrick” and “chutzpah.”
To this day I use the initials “FEH” when I log a video game high score.
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I grew up in the 2T and knew a grand total of zero Jews during my childhood. How the the hell did I pick this habit up?
Mad magazine of course.
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It’s been a while since I wrote a post on old media clips from my childhood. I should come back to this well more often.
Painful as it might be.
Ah, the things I subject myself to for my art.
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Tagged 80s, Beatles, Bee Gees, childhood, disco, how many licks, Macho Duck, media, Mickey Mouse Disco, Monchhichi, Rick Dees, Saturday Night Fever, Sgt. Pepper, Spike Jones, Tootsie Pop |
I’ve somehow made it to the 25th FCR. That’s nearly half a year of these posts.
Sneferu was a mere kitten when I started this blog. Today’s he’s a year old.
And he can hardly contain himself.
We’ve got a few more weeks until
Djoser’s birthday in October. I’m sure that will be equally exciting. In the meantime sit back and enjoy the FCR.
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I must be feeling better today, otherwise I wouldn’t have the temerity to make this purchase:
Everything’s better with sriracha.
This is a good thing, because now I can finish talking about this past weekend’s
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