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De Jour of the Week (11/8/10)

Shakespeare Was Onto Something …

 

Yes, a rose by any other name

Is still a rose, but it’s my aim

To describe other things about a rose

With this simple-minded prose

 

A rose

By any other name

Is still just a rose

Unless you’re allergic

 

A nose

By any other name

Is still just a nose

Unless it’s nosy

 

Clothes

By any other name

Are still just clothes

Unless they’re one-size fits all for everyone but you

 

Knows

By any other name

Is still just knows

Unless it’s something she knows but you don’t

 

Flows

By any other name

Is still just flows

Unles you’ve just finished your fourth beer only to find the bathroom is out of order

 

A dose

By any other name

Is still just a dose

Unless it’s an epidural

De Jour of the Week (9/20/10)

Let’s say you have a problem with compliments. Not that you hate them (“what did you just say to me?? You think I’m attractive?! Oh HELL NO!”), and not that you don’t get enough of them (I heard every time Peyton Manning comes to the sideline he totally baits the hook – “that pass was only 99% accurate … ideally it would’ve been 3 centimeters to the left of its actual location.”)

No, the problem I’m speaking of, is that you don’t give enough compliments*.

*Having been told I am one of these people, on more than one occasion, I can tell you that this problem is, 100%, absolutely, undoubtedly your mom’s fault.

Moving on.

Here’s a little trick to help you, and me, out. Where can you go to find a ready-list of compliments? You could watch sappy movies, you could eavesdrop on romantic teenagers (“your braces are totally hot”) – OR … Check movie boxes.

“Lushly romantic and subtly sexy!”

Of course, you may have to change some of these. Try adding “you are” to the start of some,

“[You are] lavish and entertaining!”

Check out this very flattering, totally natural conversation I will have memorized to woo anyone, any time.

Me: “Hey! How’s it going?”

Other person: “Pretty good, thanks. How are you?”

Me: “Great! You know, you’re funny and dazzling and you have tons of family appeal!”

Other person: “Thanks?”

Me: “You know what I love? Battles of the sexes. And you’re just like a fabulously fresh and totally entertaining battle of the sexes!”

Other person: “That seems like it could be an insult?”

Me: “Two thumbs up!”

Other person: “Why are you talking like this?”

Me (lean in close): “You’re eternally funny … but subtly touching …”

Other person: “I’ve got to go.”

Me (whispering creepily as the person walks away): “You’re just like a historical thriller full of suspense, intrigue and adventure!”

De Jour of the Week (9/14/10)

I wrote this in my graphical user interface class in college. What a good student I am. Anyhow, now that I’m back at school hopefully I won’t be slacking off and writing nonsense like this …

Oh, and this is written from the perspective of my stomach. This was from a joke gone wrong. I said my stomach’s name is Seymour, then yelled, “FEEEEED ME SEYMOUR!” Then realized my mistake. Oh well, Seymour it is.

Also dig the reference to Keystone Light. YES!

Seymour (My Stomach’s Name)

“No one pays attention to me!”
I say loudly with a scowl,
Trust me on the volume of my growl.
It’s not my choice, I didn’t want this to be!

I’d much rather be a calf, an elbow or toes.
I didn’t make this decision, it’s just how it goes.

I’m embarrassed, don’t look, I’m going to flee!
Just get me a sandwich, a cracker, a crumb!
You know that I know you’re not really that dumb.
“I’ll show you!”, I say, forcefully.

Don’t pat me, you fool, I can never be soothed!
I’m telling you! Begging you! Give me some food!

At last! My wish is heard! I know nothing but glee!
We’re here at the fridge, what’s in it, I wonder?
Dos Equis? Michelob? Keysone? What blunder!
Ah ha, at the top! What’s that I see?

Moon pies, cereal and jalapeno bread?
I’m in Heaven, it’s true. I can be fed!

“Someone has finally paid attention to me!”
That’s what that growl meant, a kind thank you,
Now we can sit, relax, and maybe nap too.
“Oh, wait, uh oh” I realize terribly,

I wasn’t even hungry, I feel so childish…
Say! What’s in that covered dish?