Stray cryptic thoughts on the last week in OS, sayings, and a mortifying disclosure to boot.
" To boot?" I like it, but it makes no sense to me. That is what some of this post will be about- how some sayings are not too good, and yet we say them anyway.
"Let go and let god," is a good saying. It should not be reserved for Alcoholics.
"You know it when you see it," is a good saying. It should not be reserved for Porno.
"The proof is in the pudding," is just weird. I love pudding, rice, and chocolate, primarily, TMI OR FYI? Isn't rice pudding the best? Nevertheless, I never found any proof in any pudding. Maybe tapioca contains proof , but I doubt it. I don't think I ever ate tapioca pudding, but I could be mistaken. Why am I sounding like a poor man's Andy Rooney to myself? Comments wide open (V--pointing down there)
" Cute as a button" is foolish. Buttons are useful, maybe they are the best thing since sliced bread, but they are not cute. If they were cute then we'd all be too distracted to get any work done because buttons are EVERYWHERE. Zippers are even less cute.
"Add a snakeish sss to words, and you get sssswords," is a fun quote that I just made up myself.
"Untoword" is when you do unto others, with words, what you wouldn't want them to do unto you . I heard that from my mentor, guru, and dear friend, Delmont Klein. Delmont Klein was(RIP) an obscure satirist/poet/raconteur-- who can't be found on Wikepedia.
"I'm anti loss. Is that profound." Is another quote that I invented, and that no one ever uses. Dammit.
Those who are not enlightend by the pudding sayings nonsense or one bit impressed with my observations about sayings in general, might enjoy the mortifying disclosure, I, belatedly, have chosen to share.
Mortifying Disclosure: I have lost much weight since the TROUBLES. This weight loss results from me forgetting to eat on a regular basis. So, when I remember, I feel I can eat whatever I want. Jons Market
on the well trafficked La Brea Avenue, has amazing specials on vegetables, fruit, tilapia,feta cheese, and ... trail mix. 3.99 for a huge bag of the best and most brightest trail mix.
As one who loves a special and who enjoys trail mix , I pick up a bag, everytime I find myself there. Mortifying? Yes, because I load up on trail mix , and rarely leave my computer chair . I have eaten about 50 bags of trail mix without so much as having walked briskly, much less gone on any trail.
Also, Reeta Piazza is a psychotic and sociopathic pig who was raised in a sewer.