Me, me, me…why does RtB always have to be about me?
Here are some things I want.
T-shirts from Neat-O-Rama.com, because I’m geeky:
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I really want to try this. Can’t tell you why; I just do.
I admit it. I want a Seal-a-Meal.
And what about you, fiends? What do you covet?
Because I know my fiend Stoney will love it. 
I will resist the temptation to post certain photographs of certain people, brought to mind by the word “clown.” That wouldn’t be nice, or ladylike. It would be like, I dunno, calling Lil Kim a tramp.
I read a funny/snarky political blog this morning on the LA Times site. In it was a picture of Massachusetts senator John Kerry with this character that got me thinking about clowns again. (This particular part of the post was poking fun at the clown, not Kerry.)
There must be a secret history of clowns that I don’t know. Hmmm. Well now, back after ten minutes. It seems there is quite the storied … um… story. To save you from researching this yourself, I will deposit all the pertinent information you might require directly into this space, because I heart you and I want to be your personal philomath.
According to clown-ministry.com, you got your three basic types of clown:
While they have varying origins, it is assumed that the whiteface clown is the oldest, descended from the medieval court jester. Interesting aside: while court jesters probably did not wear white makeup, later clowns (variations on actors of the day) did so in order to illuminate their faces in poorly-lit performance halls.
But I still wonder — why are clowns considered funny? And to whom? Certainly not to me. And I don’t know about you, but these guys don’t strike me as people I’d want my children following around. An “Army of Clowns?” No thanks. They all look like they just got off the chain gang. (Sorry, I know — stereotype. Sue me.)
Just sayin’.
FO (loving those 2-hour fog delays)
Um, wait…I just realized I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY.
In other horribly sad news: Dom DeLuise died.
“All hail Caesar, Emperor of Rome! Monarch of the Roman Empire! Ruler of the worrrrld…” HAAA. I have to tell you I own History of the World, Part I. I’m ashamed to admit it. It’s so ridiculously, um, Mel Brooks. Anyway, DeLuise’s portrayal of Julius Caesar in that film is one of my all-time faves.
I also remember how he used to crack Dean Martin up. And I always crack up myself when I see him doing his Marlon Brando impression in Robin Hood: Men in Tights.
His laugh killed me…he was someone who, when he laughed, you couldn’t resist laughing yourself. Check it out. He just seemed to enjoy life, enjoy his career. He looked like he loved everything.
Dangit. He was funny. Unlike the Indians…
We’re off! Fink out.
Although I don’t really know where the spring went. It’s like we bypassed it altogether. This was the coldest April I can remember; my daffodils bloomed one Sunday, and they were frozen dead the next morning. Nice.
But there are signs of summer in my yard…
I guess I’m ready for summer to get here. Much to do over the next four months. Much to do.
FO
Yeah, I needed to avoid ending a sentence in a preposition. You know, the kind of word I dangle at the end of my every post?
Speaking of prepositions, I took an easy quiz this morning. But this one was interesting, because it uses British English. It was surprising to me (even though I scored 100%, shameless POM wannabe that I am) how different it is from American English. Take it and you’ll see what I mean.
I ran across Schott’s Vocab blog on the Times site. Love his stuff (and this is on my birthday git list). Last night I read about different words and phrases that families use – you know, interesting combinations of words — or made-up ones altogether — that constitute their own special language. For instance, my kids and I always called the television remote a” widget.” Gatorade was always known as just “Gator.”
Trying to remember more of them, but coming up empty at the moment. Maybe Lars will recall something.
What were/are some of your families’ weird sayings? I covet them.
Fink out of space.