i think that if your job was to name new products you would be pretty happy.
i have some new type of ibuprofen-style pain medicine here (from when i sprained my ankle for the 800th time) called ‘celebrex’.
the linguistic semiotic associations…
cerebral
celebreties
celebrating
ecstatically
with nice hair from pleasant shampoo. ok, i don’t know how the shampoo part fits in. breck?
bertolt breck the shampoo magnate?
in his spare time he wrote such dramatic classics as ‘mother courage and her children’ and musical masterpieces like ‘mack the knife’, but his true love was bringing high-quality, affordable hair care products to the proletarian masses. although his foray into the working-class snack food market, the appropriately named ‘berties’, didn’t fare quite so well.
yes, i know it’s brecht.
it’s late. i’m just being stupid.
can’t a man be stupid every now and then?
or even more often than not?
or even the vast majority of the time?
is it really such a big deal to opt for some good, old-timey stupidity?
pam from the boards sent me a book of european smut from the 50’s and 60’s as a birthday present. it’s very interesting. and it’s safe to say that the grooming standards that typify most contemporary porn were pretty much unheard of 40 and 50 years ago. which is neither a good or bad thing. i’m merely passing comment.
again, can’t a man indulge in some good ole stupidity on his own website? i mean i do pay for this place. doesn’t that earn me the right to bestupid every now and then? see, it’s the true wasp who feels guilty by imposing but then claimsentitlement and justification by owning the setting in which he might be imposing. that’s why wasps own so much stuff. so that they won’t ever have to worry about imposing upon someone else. and it gives them/us loads of opportunities to indulge in some good, old-timey (yes, i’m obsessed with that expression) self-righteous indignation.there’s nothing like a flustered, indignant wasp who feels entitled to justify his sense of proprietary entitlement. i can poke fun at wasps due to the fact that i happen to be one.
now get off my land or i’ll sic the dogs on you. or the bees. or the dogs with bees in their mouth. or the richard simmons robots.
it is safe to say that it would be difficult to spend a lot of time reading my journal entries and not be well-versed in simpsons minutiae.
ok, goodnight.
moby