Sometime last week I heard a piece on NPR about the Oxford English Dictionary, and how they publishers put out an appeal every year for help dating certain slang words.
The list is quite long, but includes such gems as “arsey” and “as if!”
My new favorite?
“Gordon Bennett!”
As in, “Gordon Bennett! I slammed my finger in the door!” or “Gordon Bennett, a GIANT bug just fell on my desk!”
Yes, Gordon Bennett is apparently a word you should feel free to use to replace all manner of curse words, like “shit,” “damn” and “fuck monkey.”
In all honesty, I should point out that up until I just heard the piece again, I thought it was “Gordon Elliott!,” not “Gordon Bennett!,” and the Porkchop and I have been saying “Gordon Elliott!” all week.
And since it’s so much fun, I think we should ALL say “Gordon Elliott!” and get it into the vernacular.
Who’s with me?
A disturbingly large bug just fell from the ceiling.
It landed on my keyboard.
I screamed “son of a fuck monkey” so loud the people in the office across the hall heard me.
I’ve now been deemed “colorful.”
Lovely.
Also, it’s apparently now the talk of the office, as I’ve had two phone calls and one email laughing at me.
Everybody wave buh-bye to the cat, who’s off on her next great adventure.
An interesting note about bluetooth earpieces… they make you want to call everyone in your phone and talk to them incessantly.
Or maybe that’s just me. Eh.
Also, the new Macbook? Deeply disturbing. It’s bright, it’s shiny, the colors look weird, the speakers sound funny and I am petrified that I’m going to break it.
It’s very… confusing. 😀
So I’m a bit late, but I’m lacking a computer right now and honestly, the Porkchop and I have been sleeping most of the weekend, so…..
HAPPY 2007!
Tomorrow I go to pick up my new Macbook Pro from Apple, which is getting my old harddrive installed, and then I prepare to figure out exactly how I’m going to pay it off… ugh.
Fortunately, 2007 looks to be a good year in every way, so I’m not too worried.
At least I came home healthy this time, lol. 😉
The Porkchop and I left my parent’s home Friday evening at 9PM. We got home yesterday at 5:30PM.
What, you ask, could have caused us to travel for twenty hours?
Having our second flight cancelled, and being stuck at Dulles International Airport (in D.C.) for SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS.
We crashed when we got home, needless to say, hence the posting at 8:50AM on a Sunday.
Longest trip ever.
Also, I still have no computer, where the email for this site and all my other accounts reside, so if you’ve emailed me, I’m not ignoring you!
sidenote to wendy: we didn’t make it up there yesterday! So sorry! When are you leaving and is the green hutch still there? 😀
I just found twisted pleasure condoms and lubricant in my parent’s bedroom.
I cannot describe the sheer horror I am feeling right now.
Must. go. die.
So let’s see….
a) the Porkchop is well-liked by the family (surprise, surprise).
b) the family is driving me crazy (again, surprise, surprise).
c) the laptop has crapped out (possibly for the final time, as I cannot get power to it, due to some sort of short in the computer) and will probably cost me upwards of $600 to fix.*
and
d) I burned the utter shit out of my finger (whilst making my dad bacon.. surprise, surprise), the blister is the size of a quarter and I’ve been using lidocaine patches on it every few hours.
but…
I got laid, so all is right with the world. 😉
Have a very Merry Christmas Eve everybody!
* Which basically means I cannot use my RSS reader to keep up with everyone’s blogs, and I am going absolutely batshit!
There’s a woman who works upstairs with us as a freelance design person. Typically she’s almost never here, but for the few crunch weeks right before a deadline… in other words, she’s here now.
I have two problems with her: one, she’s so FREAKING loud and two, she takes tons of personal calls here in the open room of FOUR people and we have to listen.
And today… ugh. Today, they sound like porn.
Mickey’s had four smoke breaks since 9AM just to get away from it.
Sadly, I’m over here without my laptop of beautiful and loud music (seeing as how my power cord has chosen today of ALL days to bite the dust), trying to hum anything in my head that will prevent my ears from her abuse.
It’s not working.
“You’re driving me insane and I will NEVER give you a URL of a site I’m working on again. Seriously.”
“No, I’m not kidding, a two-drink maximum? How is that a party?”
“If you don’t quit poking around on the site, I’m going to block your IP address permanently.”
“Would it help if I talked slower?”
“Have you seen the new Mac commercial? The one where PC gives Mac a GUI C++ Book? I’m NOT PC. I don’t do heavy-duty programming. Think of me as a Mac, but wearing the suit of PC and dating PC’s cousin, Web Developer Dude.”
Ah, the joys of morning meetings.
Did I mention that working for my boss is like working for a slightly slow puppy dog?
