Most of us have used random nouns as terms of endearment, (honey, peanut, cupcake). It seems like a common human trait to label the ones we love with various words that aren’t necessarily descriptive or meaningful.
Take pumpkin. It’s a large rounded food in the squash family that tends to be a rather lovely shade of orange. It has a mild taste which is best described as “not bad”. It is commonly carved or displayed as fall decoration. When it is eaten, it is cooked beyond recognition, disguised with cream, butter and strong spices and served up in a pie shell, preferably with whipped topping or ice cream so that no one will suspect it of being a reasonably healthy vegetable.
Pumpkin, as a term of endearment makes me think of an orange bulbous object that doesn’t taste good unless it’s mixed with other things. Something that makes a splash on concrete. Yet people who have never even tried pumpkin still accept it as a term of endearment.
I imagine that someone a long time ago (Peter Pumpkin Eater maybe) that thought pumpkins were great. So great that he started calling his wife and kids “pumpkins” so that he could be cast in Real World Mother Goose as the “wacky” one.
It makes you wonder right?
I’m going to start calling my nephew my little buttered toast. LBT for short.
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June 30th, 2008
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As the alarm screeches and my extremities freeze from the fans trying to propel smoke through the wide open doors and windows I’m realizing… I don’t have a clue how to cook sausage.
Blame my vegetarian upbringing.
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February 7th, 2008
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Today on A Prarie Home Companion re-broadcast I heard Molly Ivins tell a story about Austin Texas in the 60’s that ended with a chicken on speed. I can’t tell you how much that meant to me but I would like you to imagine a chicken on speed and tell me you don’t get tingly inside.
The fact that I’ve referenced a single “recreational” drug in 100% of my posts this year shouldn’t concern you at all.
Stay in school.
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January 13th, 2008
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I’ve been hooked on the internet since my first page load in some unremembered location at some unremembered time (definitely pre-Google) . In those days the web was wild with roaming herds of gifs and copyright infringement and I had some of the most tasteful gifs and infringement in my entire Yahoo chat crew.
Years passed and the more the web grew, the more I loved creating things to put on it.
When I finally plunked down the cash for a domain name and hosting space, I was full of bright ideas and high expectations. I was going to write witty articles, helpful tutorials, insightful reviews and other such highbrow content. I was going to join The Web Community(tm) and be the next Molly, Scrivs or Dooce. The only thing standing in the way of my internet stardom and the subsequent groupies was the fact that the current (and then) Sunshine is terminally lacking in ambition.
The bruised, protesting web-rock-star inside of me cries little (tasteful) tears of agony every time I play games instead of writing or visit jayisgames instead of alistapart. I’m generally fine with that. Jay rocks and I’m working on a completing all missions in Kingdom Hearts II. I’m also busy collecting hobo gristle in Kingdom of Loathing. That takes time.
Also (in case you hadn’t noticed) I’m not writer of words. (Or a speaker of words but that’s another story). I’m primarily a reader of words. Most things I’ve ever written were brilliant in the heat of composition, but stank like hot fish guts two days later. In fact I stopped reading anything I wrote because the cringing was affecting my posture.
But, surprise, surprise, some of what I’ve written here does not make me want to hide under a rock. I was tagging old posts with the new and improved Wordpress tagging feature and felt really weird… turns out ir was the feeling of not blushing with shame. Yes the spelling, proofing and general sentence structure could use some help (really… was anybody going to tell me that I always spell friends wrong?) but the actual writing is bearable. Some of it even makes me laugh.
And that’s almost as good as being a webstar because groupies…? They are more trouble than they’re worth. So I hear. But words you’re not ashamed to re-print in the Holiday newsletter? That’s worth a gold star.
So this year we’re (I’m) going to try for a regular posting schedule so that I can perfect this phenomenon, or at least crank out some more goodies before the magic* leaves. It might be once a week or it might be once a quarter but it will be. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to act properly shocked and welcoming towards this post (yes this one that you’re reading now) and to anticipate future posts with all of the (tasteful) fervor of a chihuahua on speed.
*Your thoughts, opinions and/or revelations on the quality of previous entries on this site are irrelevant to them being magic. Just so you know.
Happy New Year
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December 31st, 2007
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It’s been almost a year since I updated this site. I still don’t have content but if it makes you feel better I feel pretty bad about it. In fact I’m only here because the guilt has started to reach uncomfortable levels (not because I have anything in particular to say). So what have I been doing for the past year? Well… I haven’t gotten any new memory for my sweet, but I have
- settled into my no-longer-new job
- read lots of exciting and some just ok books
- posted some stuff to flickr
- dabbled in various social networks which I would link if I weren’t still horribly lazy. (9rules, facebook & myspace. look it up)
- become my best friend’s room mate
- not started drinking gin
- started payments on car that’s way sexier than yours; or would be if I could keep it clean
- driven to atlanta
- lost touch with a few friends
- developed a relationship with my nieces and nephew
- not learned the difference between “ie” and “ei” sounds
- gone to the beach
- participated in concerts
- laughed myself silly
- stopped using ellipsis so much and
- gone on a quest to find the perfect hotdog
Overall I’ve been pretty busy and would be happy to elaborate on anything you find more interesting than it should be. On the other hand, it would probably be best for all involved if you pretended this never happened. We wouldn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up.
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June 16th, 2007
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