Category Archives: Bizarre

Revisiting clowns

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.)

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Just sayin’.

FO (loving those 2-hour fog delays)

Weird Wednesday IV

Snark, snark, snark. Lately, all I do is snark. I love me.

OK, make sure you’ve swallowed your coffee, or you’ll spray it all over your monitor. Really, you’ll thank me. All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Wait for it….

Wait for it….

Wait for it….

Gwyneth Paltrow tells Joaquin Phoenix to get real.

HAAaaAaAHhahahAaaaaa

And a fine Weird Wednesday to you, my fiends. I should have made this its own category, but … yeah. I’m lame. So if you like, you can check out previous WW posts I, II and III. I do love me some bizarre.

But back to Gwynnie. Sorry y’all. She just seems … out there (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I’d love to know the reason behind the name GOOP. I’m thinking maybe something to do with her initials, with oooohhh in between? I dunno. And the subtitle: Nourish the inner aspect — (slow head shake) heavy, man. Heavy.

I saw her a few months back on a travel/foodie show on the Travel Channel or PBS, one of the two. An hour of, “Ooo hey, I’m drunk!” and doing verbal girly hand slaps with her American chef traveling companion.

*cricket, cricket*

Well rock on. Whatever gets you through the night, it’s all right. (Big fat Hershey bar to the first Finkite who posts the name of the singer who recorded that lyric.)

Fink (weirded) out.

For the Boys

I am fortunate to have many wonderful men in my life — not only in “realtime” (the Thriller, my beautiful sons, Jakey, and various great friends), but also here in Finkville. You know how it’s standard fare for a man to say, “I just love beautiful women”? Well, I just love smart men. And I am surrounded by them, both in Ohio and online. That makes me happy. Therefore, today is a toast-post, in honor of the boys who comment at RtB.

So what is my toast to you? A gift!

No, no, Poppet…it’s not a 72-inch TV or power tools or a new PlayStation or Wii or a year’s subscription to watch the wrestle guys on pay-per-view. Rather, I’ve matched each of you to a design for your fall wardrobe — straight out of the recently-concluded Paris Fashion Week. WOW!

Aw. No need to thank me. :-)

OK, wait for it…

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Behold:

Son Lars could definitely rock this outfit. 'Specially the kilt.

Ross - you could peek your head around the door and say you were just leaving for work.

This is Adam. Adam hates you.

RD finds his inner nutjob.

Michael - would the other guys in the band think you were exceptionally weird? Nah. *All* drummers are weird.

Stein - next band concert. Triple-dog dare ya.

Kody - Ms. Stoneham is spraying coffee all over her monitor at this moment.

That's right, TRO. Tan they hides. Make 'em pay.

This is totally Charles. Thing is...he would wear it. Seriously.

Meppy/Franklin - forget the delicious puffiness; you know you want the headgear.

Sam! No need to shop for a prom tux, pal. Fink's got you covered.

This. Is. Greg.

Boom-Boom loves to ski.

And so it goes in the world of the fashion-savvy. There you are, my boys. Go forth and shop.

Seriously, though…a commenter on one of the sites said it best, telling this year’s designers to “PUT DOWN THE CRACK PIPE.”

HAAA

Happy Saturday.

FO

PS – Coming soon: a tribute to the Finkville Femmes. :-)

Photo credits: Reuters, LA Times

Some things defy explanation

Here’s handsome Joaquin Phoenix, a while ago:

and here…

And here’s Joaquin now, after he quit acting and turned rapper:

Somewhere, Kevin Federline is laughing.

Fink (I really need more coffee) out.

PS – Yesterday’s AFC Championship game was a strange experience. How does one come away happy afterwards when one wants both teams to lose? Regardless, it’s time for a brand new Super Bowl champ, don’t you think? A team that deserves a Super Bowl win, but never got one.

Photo credit: Associated Press, Reuters, PA Photos