- Why men who aren't gestapo (or tap-dancers, but hey, same thing) wear shoes that "clack" on tile floors.
- Why I can't find gloves that fit me in ANY home improvement store. It's like looking for size 14 shoes in 1988 all over again.
- Why people who live east of Colorado tend to pronounce the name of the state just south of Washington like a spray-on paddle solvent ("Oar-o-Gone!")
- Why the term "Wi-Fi" caught on. It wasn't the hip youth, I know that. I'm old, and I barely know what "Hi-Fi" meant.
- Why certain flavors of cardboard remind me of my childhood.
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Flavors.
Of *cardboard*.
That right there should be enough to give any nanotech pause.
Posted by: Marcus Aurelius | August 10, 2007 at 10:56 AM
Have you seen those Wi-Fi hotspots in your local cafe? I wonder how they channel that geothermic energy into internet...
Posted by: Q | August 10, 2007 at 12:39 PM
I once new a lady who said that razorblades tasted salty. After telling me that she used to suck on Razorblades as a child I say "The blade wasn't salty dear."
Posted by: Enna Isilee | August 11, 2007 at 10:08 AM
That's kind of creepy, Enna Isilee.
You hilarious, Dean. :D
Posted by: Taiger | August 12, 2007 at 07:08 PM
Oh, and I live in Oar-o-gone. ;D
Posted by: Taiger | August 12, 2007 at 07:09 PM
Ha. I just watched a webisode of a webseries (you can stick "web" in front of anything these days)and it stared a woman who was from "east of Colorado" and she really did say Oar-o-gone.
Huh.
Posted by: Enna Isilee | August 12, 2007 at 07:38 PM
And that would be starred, not stared.
Posted by: Enna Isilee | August 12, 2007 at 07:39 PM
Just what sort of childhood did you have?
Posted by: flyyhigh | August 13, 2007 at 05:04 AM
I'd love to be the spokesperson for Oar-o-gone.
Me: Go ahead, try Oar-o-gone. It's been the favorite spray-on paddle solvent of people east of Colorado for fifty years.
Posted by: Katee | August 13, 2007 at 03:55 PM
Oh, and just so y'all know, I'm about to go into hideous convulsions caused by Microstory withdrawals, so avert your eyes.
Uh-oh, it's starting...Aarrg!!
Posted by: Katee | August 13, 2007 at 04:02 PM
Monday isn't yet over dear. And Dean (no matter what we may think) is not a posting robot.
Posted by: Enna Isilee | August 13, 2007 at 04:37 PM
I know, and I try to keep that in mind. But I live for Microstory Monday.
Posted by: Katee | August 13, 2007 at 05:57 PM
Oh, I'm from Oregon and I so hate it when Easterners can't pronounce it. I really chuckled at your statement on cardboard.
Posted by: Callie the Strongbad Fan | August 13, 2007 at 06:21 PM
flyhigh: I have wanted to ask that for a long time.
Posted by: Faith | August 26, 2007 at 09:12 PM