It's always amazing to me that certain songs/stories are known by people from all over the world, some with completely different backgrounds. How is it a joke I heard as a kid was a joke heard by a kid in Connecticut? How is it I can meet someone in Virginia today who knows the same stories my Sunday School teacher told me when I was a kid in Wyoming? It just seems strange.
Tiffkin and I found out we both know this random song:
Little Bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin' 'em on the head
Down came the good fairy and she said
"Little Bunny Foo Foo
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin' 'em on the head.
I'll give you three chances
And if you don't behaveI'll turn you into a goon!"
The next day:
Little Bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin' 'em on the head
How is it some random stories/songs travel so well? Any instances where you were surprised someone knew something you knew?
Monday, February 26, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
i'll think of something in a minute
this was a post i made the other day when i couldn't think of anything to write. on a search for inspiration, i ran across this picture.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
wagered
I have never been a fan of placing bets. As a kid, I was always scared of losing money (or whatever else was valuable), and fear of throwing away my personal goods just to avoid looking sheepish didn't make sense. I treasured money, even a little, and even if the bet looked fail-proof, I was either wary of some unknown entity changing my fortune in an unexpected rush of disaster, or the altruistic heart in me would invoke pleas of empathy for my much too undereducated counterpart. I couldn't just stand there and let fate (or some cleverly crafted scheme) determine where my goods ended up, even if I thought for certain I knew the outcome.
The most famous of the many bets I didn't take was the summer after my freshman year of college, when I was confronted with what seemed to be a certainty in the world of country music. We were listening to the radio when a commercial came on highlighting a concert that was coming up during the National High School Finals Rodeo, which were held in my home town. A male voice was singing a country tune, and the announcer said something to the effect of "Terry Clark! Come see Terry Clark in concert ....." Then later a woman's singing voice came on in a new song and the announcer said, "... and special guest, Dani Hoover."
Now I had absolutely no idea who either of these people were, and neither did the college guys I was working with, but it seemed completely obvious that the male singing voice who opened the commercial was the first name mentioned: Terry. The second person, as unique as the name Dani is for a female, definitely lined up with the female voice at the end of the commercial.
But for some reason during the day, we started talking about the plausibility of a man being named Terry and a woman named Dani, and one of the guys I worked with decided he thought it would be cooler to start calling the female's voice "Terri" and the male's voice "Danny." Well I started ribbing him about this because of the order on the radio commercial, and we had a silly argument going for the rest of the day.
He finally got so fed up he said, "Well, if that's what you think, then bet me $100."
One hundred dollars was a lot to me then (and still is), so even with frequent appeals I wouldn't give in. I was dead dead certain that I had enough on my side to with one bet be $100 richer, but a lingering sliver of doubt and a love for things that are mine made me hold off.
Several days later, by mere accident, we found out the results. Terri Clark is in fact a woman. Woops.
What does it take for you to take a bet?
The most famous of the many bets I didn't take was the summer after my freshman year of college, when I was confronted with what seemed to be a certainty in the world of country music. We were listening to the radio when a commercial came on highlighting a concert that was coming up during the National High School Finals Rodeo, which were held in my home town. A male voice was singing a country tune, and the announcer said something to the effect of "Terry Clark! Come see Terry Clark in concert ....." Then later a woman's singing voice came on in a new song and the announcer said, "... and special guest, Dani Hoover."
Now I had absolutely no idea who either of these people were, and neither did the college guys I was working with, but it seemed completely obvious that the male singing voice who opened the commercial was the first name mentioned: Terry. The second person, as unique as the name Dani is for a female, definitely lined up with the female voice at the end of the commercial.
But for some reason during the day, we started talking about the plausibility of a man being named Terry and a woman named Dani, and one of the guys I worked with decided he thought it would be cooler to start calling the female's voice "Terri" and the male's voice "Danny." Well I started ribbing him about this because of the order on the radio commercial, and we had a silly argument going for the rest of the day.
He finally got so fed up he said, "Well, if that's what you think, then bet me $100."
One hundred dollars was a lot to me then (and still is), so even with frequent appeals I wouldn't give in. I was dead dead certain that I had enough on my side to with one bet be $100 richer, but a lingering sliver of doubt and a love for things that are mine made me hold off.
Several days later, by mere accident, we found out the results. Terri Clark is in fact a woman. Woops.
What does it take for you to take a bet?
Thursday, February 08, 2007
shame double shame
Today I got a scornful gaze from those in line behind me when I decided to check out at the 15 items or less counter with 19 items in my cart.
What rules do you sometimes feel little or no shame when breaking?
What rules do you sometimes feel little or no shame when breaking?
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