August 02, 2002 - 3:59 pm
i say color, you say colour...
"Where does the violet tint end and the orange tint begin? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blending enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity."
Herman Melville.
So,
Today at lunch, instead of calmly eating a meal and doing some kind of exotic Zen meditation exercises that I never do anyway, I headed out to pick up the edited copy of our wedding video, on tape and DVD. That's pretty amazing, huh? That you can fork over a big sweaty wad of your parents' money and watch yourself on DV-frickin-D! I'm a little disappointed though, because they didn't record it in Dolby Digital 5.1. For shame.
Anyway, on the way back up, I munched on the lunch my wonderful wife had prepared for me. She's sweet like that, but I know it'll get old after awhile, like when she starts working next month. For now, though, I'm happy, and excessively grateful.
I learned something this afternoon, though, and I thought I'd pass it on to anyone else who might consider eating lunch while driving in the car.
Don't eat Cheetos.
Especially if you're wearing light beige shorts and a black shirt. This is a very bad combination, trust me.
See, I dropped a few in my lap, and now it looks like I've had some kind of odd orange urinary discharge. And that orange stuff, known as "Cheedle" to those of you who were television-minded in the early eighties when HBO's "Not Necessarily the News" was popular, and "Snigglets" were the In Thing), does NOT just brush off.
Either that, or I really DO have some kind of weird orange infection festering in my pants.
You know, they say that Eskimos have hundreds of words for snow. This has been debunked on several occasions, narrowing the list down to MAYBE a few dozen. Still, people got all excited when they heard that apparently false claim.
I say, bah! A few hundred words for snow? Big frickin deal.
English is far more excessive.
Want proof?
Walk down the lipstick aisle of your local department store and bask in the hundreds and hundreds of words foolish womenfolk have for RED.
It's RED, girls. RED.
Not emotion, baroque, tickled, gypsy, chic, grenadine, royal, persimmon, firelight, fascination, Hollywood, Marilyn, redcurrant, Deitrich, garnet, magenta, uptown, reggae, strawberry, scarlet, tea rose, flame, tangerine, claret, ruby, cranberry, walnut, scarlet, Valentine's, cherry, russet moon, star red, matte blaze, brick, rhubard, firefly, ruby melt, dubonnet, apple butter, deep laquer, licorice, ginger flower, haute, grace, bon ton, caress, trixie, roses, geranium, tropical, solar, rusty, navajo, primative, huckleberry, burgundy, berry rose, cherry blossom, chili pepper, cinnamon, metallic rose, radiant, rouge, orchid, mauve, winchester, satin tango, chestnut, pistachio, cranberry, ginger, paprika, ravishing, azalea, cajun, cayenne, merlot, poppy, sheer, earthy, Demi, Fran, Jennifer, Sexy, June, Spicy, Martha, hearts afire, kiss me, rubine, vino, American Beauty, approachable, California, copper, French can-can, seduction, Madonna, sultry, vixen, lust, flirt, autumn harvest, midnight, Sahara, regatta, riot, luscious, sweet Cerise, off beat, razmataz, courage, faith, decadence, glory, power, aloha, flamingo, mai tai, paradise, intriguing, inferno, sass, lolita, flambe, devil, empire of fire, tantrum, sass, smirk, warm, jezebel, nymph, hot...
IT'S RED! RED RED RED!
Look: R E D.
Women make things so much more difficult than they really are.
:)
By the way, still working on the whole Shutterfly thing...sometime this weekend, there should be a couple hundred pictures to keep you occupied...
