Fruitpants?
There was a post that I deleted. I decided that it's my own decision what I tell whom and when.
My spooks are gathering. One of them called me a fruitpants. Does she find me boring? Does she think I'm a coward? Does she think I've grown too big for my spats?
My Earl Grey tasted like bergemot oil this morning, assuaging my fears that the flavorless tea in the last package heralded the collapse of civilization as we know it. Actually, that's what I'm eagerly awaiting, but I hope that tea doesn't have to go down with it.
My spooks are gathering. One of them called me a fruitpants. Does she find me boring? Does she think I'm a coward? Does she think I've grown too big for my spats?
My Earl Grey tasted like bergemot oil this morning, assuaging my fears that the flavorless tea in the last package heralded the collapse of civilization as we know it. Actually, that's what I'm eagerly awaiting, but I hope that tea doesn't have to go down with it.
posted by Jeanne at 10:30
13 Comments:
I assumed you would be honored to be dubbed with a title like Fruitpants. It is proof that you are loved and admired by Martian and Earthling alike.
Having said that, you should understand the remarkable energy that is required by our kind to avoid sarcasm. We are exoskelatenous. I be the King of $4 Words. Me and Cliffy.
It wasn't the name, which I gaily donned with a wink and a nod and a what, whatho. I looked in the mirror, and I found it quite becoming. Rather it was the most recent mars-based taunting. What did that spook (of the female persuasion) mean? I promise her I won't be making sweeping generalities in the future. I will be a humble if nutty earthling. I will at least try.
no no. i was kidding around. i didn't start the fruitpants thing. i wasn't sure where it came from but i just thought it would be goofy to put after the long entry. very, very sorry if it offended. it was meant to be humorous. i actually think its charming. but it doesn't matter what i think. i used to know a girl named xandra. i got in the bonnie habit if calling her xandroid. turns out, she found this to be unbecoming as a nickname. while it pained me greatly, i stopped called her xandroid. if you are offended by fruitpants, cheesegirl will knock it off. okay?
where did i read fruitpants.....
fille-
Thus the invention of smilies. I don't avail myself of them personally, but I'm sure they've thwarted many an attempt to missunderstand. You are undoubtedly right that my explanation of trusting oneself in order to trust one's judgement about whom to trust is rubbish. Trust is a more immediate thing than that. It would be like turning around when you meet somone to look at yourself instead of at them. Oh well. Another over-intellectualized remark bites the dust.
Er...
What?
I think I'll just go back to eating chupa-chups now.
jeanne genie,
when i first read that, i thought it said the following:
thus the invention of smiles. i don't avail myself of them personally...
and i thought was rather sad but a very intelligent way to say that you were unhappy. may i have a sudden outburst of underintellectualized thinking? okay, thanks! i'll get right into it. sometimes i think being intelligent makes up for a world of things. like unhappiness for example. sometimes when you feel like blowing yer brains out, you can stop and sit back and think: well, at like i'm not dumb as bricks like that guy over there. and then you get a little smile. mainly because you realize what a jerk you sound like, but a smile nonetheless. what i don't like about being depressed, is it usually clouds clear thinking and i feel like a big average, bumbling dummy. and if i don't have words or brains, what am i living for, huh? but pretending like your hyperintelligent is loads of fun. sometimes i think people fail to spot misery because they misread intelligence. that is a sad thing and one that should be elaborated on by someone else.
okay. that's it. that was my moronic ramble. i have a headache again. i think a diver kicked me in the head while i was sleeping...
I have been diving for many, many years and not once have I ever seen a diver kick any sort of cheese.
I would like to get to the bottom of this: What consitutes a "Martian"? Confusion abounds. Thanks in advance.
O.K. I hate to be "that guy" but,
"...pretending like your hyperintelligent is loads of fun..."?
It's, "...pretending like you're hyperintelligent is loads of fun..."
Sorry.
Ha HA. SEE WHAT I MEAN. I've been busted!
Thanks Brendar. That was funny.
I, too , am confused about this martian business. I thought you had to be an -ar person to be a martian.
What a relief. I've been trying to access my blog and then its comment section for over an hour. My brain, which revolts against repetition, feels like a chunk of raw meat squeezed into my less than spacious skull.
Martians? I was drawing a line of faulty logic between Martians and their apparent national religion. Martians all end their names with -ar. Gar and Brendar (judging from their link-lists and certain posts) are Christian. Therefore all Martians are Christian, or vice versa. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I have been Christian. I have not been Martian. It must have been my green sunglasses that had me confused. I have certainly never been named Jar.
"I have been Christian."
I am interested in your story. You'll just have to trust me that I'm not asking with an agenda. A blog might be a rather vulnerable place to get philosophically naked before the universe ... but maybe you could give us the deal a piece at a time?
Gar-
I imagine that some of it will make its way onto the written page.
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