January 18, 2005

Tuesday

Comments are back - thanks AOG! Of course, now spammers can send comments again, but oh well.

Thanks to everyone who emailed me with boxer links. I have a pair on the way from OshKosh. Dang, boxers are expensive. So I only ordered the one pair.

The weekend was uneventful, except for The Boy's yelling, "Look at that BIG MAN!" at the Children's Symphony on Saturday as the conductor (a fairly stout black gentleman) took the stage. This wouldn't have been nearly as embarrassing had we not been on the SECOND ROW. Yes, the tiny Aryan boy just called you fat. My apologies. Please excuse me as I shut my eyes and will the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and then Dodgeball this weekend. Couple of notes: I like Jim Carrey when the director hog-ties and muzzles him--he can actually act when that happens. Also, Elijah Wood does creepy very well. And his high-pitched giggle? Oh, good Lord.

And Rip Torn is my favorite actor ever. Best lines from Dodgeball:

"You're about as useful as a poopy-flovored lollipop!"

and

"You look like a bunch of retards trying to hump a doorknob!"

Only Rip Torn could pull those off.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at January 18, 2005 08:43 AM
Comments

Kids aren't aware that in our demented society, calling someone fat, or even big, is worse than calling them something that would get bleeped on cable. Don't worry. The gentleman probably KNEW he was fat before The Boy brought it to his attention...

My husband, when he was a little older than The Boy, created an immortal family story, and suffered serious backside thumpage, for seeing a person who reminded him of his new and treasured alphabet book.

"F is for Fat Lady!" he cried, pointing.

But his mother wasn't proud of his remembering his alphabet at all.... Go figure.

Posted by: Naomi at January 18, 2005 11:17 AM

My mother was in a taxi with her sister and parents in 1939, and sang out, "Something smells. I think it is the driver." My grandparents loved to tell that story, once they had some distance.

Posted by: Michael at January 18, 2005 12:15 PM

I have the same problem as your son. Chaffing, that is, not yelling insults at large black men. :) I found, however, that boxers did nothing but aggrevate the situation. For me, anyway, the tighter the shorts, the less movement and less chaffing.

Plus my wife really like my tight bikini shorts. :)

Posted by: bigdocmcd at January 18, 2005 01:00 PM

Agreed!. If I were a director, Rip Torn would be in every one of my movies.
No one swears better.

Posted by: Sam at January 18, 2005 01:31 PM

My hubling and I saw Dodgeball in the theatres, instead of seeing Fareneit 9/11...I know YOU applaud this choice, but we've had to keep it a secret from others! I belive I actually slapped my knee at some point in the movie.

You and I spoke of ESOTSM this week - I should add that I thought Dunst was useless and that altho Mark Ruffalo was underused, he continues to gain my admiration and love.

Posted by: Belle at January 19, 2005 09:01 AM

Belle -

Yeah, I was kind of wondering about the Kirsten stuff--I mean, her scenes made a nice point about the ways in which the process could be misused, but it wasn't necessary with the Elijah Wood panty-stealing manipulation subplot. It seemed kind of random.

I think the director just wanted to film Kirsten Dunst jumping around in her underwear.

Posted by: BAW at January 19, 2005 09:40 AM