Not so long ago, my roommate and I decided to clean out the fridge. We moved into a three-bedroom place within a few months of each other. Apparently, previous roommates had simply been leaving behind things they didn’t feel like moving out, or didn’t remember they owned. The fridge was no exception. We found a jar of jam from 1998. We also found a gallon bag of crushed cayenne in the freezer, and about twelve bottles of hot sauce (various brands) in the door of the fridge. One of the sauces actually made Rachel’s hands burn as she was pouring it out. Someone who once lived in our house obviously has no tongue.
Month: August 2002
Pretty Pictures
My favorite mirror project gallery so far.
Commute
This morning, the bus smelled of fried prawns. The man next to me was sitting much too close. This made me want to push him. I ultimately decided against it.
You Crazy Kid
I have now officially received eight emails explaining the origins of the phrase “I don’t give a tinker’s damn,” or alternately, “I don’t give a tinker’s dam.” Of these, three began with the phrases, “You might be surprised to learn,” “It might surprise you that,” and “Surprisingly enough.” I also received several suggestions of additional phrases that all of you should use more, the best of which were:
- Enthusiasm: “Bangarang!”
- Approval: “I like the cut of his jib.”
- Threat: “I’ll fix your little red wagon.”
Ouch
Few things are more entertaining than a bright writer with a grudge and a fresh pen. In the June 2002 issue of GQ, Bob Drury writes of former George magazine editor Richard Blow’s memoir:
“What is certain is that Blow types faster than he can write.”
Guy on His Cell Phone in the Deli
What are you talking about?
No, no, I was totally involved. Totally.
And she knows Voodoo.
Three Phrases That I Would Like You to Use More
- To express dissatisfaction: “I don’t give a tinker’s damn.”
- As a toast: “Here’s mud in your eye!”
- To express approval: “He’s a tall, cool drink of water.”
At Long Last, Victory
I totally won the office picnic hula-hoop contest. Then I had a sno-cone.
She Got Sauce
On meeting a girl who I can’t believe is still single:
Me: Hi, I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Maggie.
Her: Hi, I’m Kate.
(Conversation ensues.)
Kate: I’m sorry, what was your name again? I’m horrible with names.
Me: No problem, it’s Maggie. I don’t remember yours either.
Kate: Here, I’ll do the little Kate dance to help cement it. (Throws hands in hair, shakes bum and turns in little circles while chanting, “Kate! Kate! Kate!)
Me: I will never, ever forget that again.
Fourteen Girls and a Bottle of Rum
I removed three pairs of boxer briefs from my purse this morning. The bachelorette went well. It is decidedly easier than I ever imagined to find a man who will remove his underwear on a public street. Many thanks to Rich, Jed, and John, all of whom gave selflessly for the cause. Happy wedding, Ali.
SUGAR ON TOP
Another article up at The Morning News, please go and read it. Don’t Be Rude: Part II, Relationships.