December 01, 2005

My Eyes! My Eyes!

Well, actually my virtual eyes, since the offending scene in question will never (thankfully) be filmed. But just reading the description of this now has the images stuck in my head.

Pardon me while I go bleach my brain.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at December 1, 2005 08:57 AM
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I know that it was totally evil for me to post that, but after having read it on my own, I really needed the support and suffering of others to share in my pain.

Posted by: Emily at December 1, 2005 10:10 AM

Kenneth Burke has a lot on it.

Dante praised the nobler language learned in childhood (De Vulgari Eloquentia), as in ``Your Royal Highness,'' which since around age 4 has always meant the royal bottom.

The high represents the low and vice versa.

Lady Chatterly's Lover reclaims the childhood speech under layers of education.

The nobility of the unconscious.

Freud says it's regressive to the child (all private parts confused).

Guys are more interested in fart jokes.


Posted by: Ron Hardin at December 1, 2005 12:32 PM

Um. But would it frighten the horses, or excite them?

Posted by: PersonFromPorlock at December 2, 2005 12:18 PM

Two words: brain brillo.

Posted by: Roxanne at December 2, 2005 03:04 PM