...but I've got an issue about other people thinking I'm derivative. ipecac sed:
once a man came into my work and felt the need to comment on how short i am by saying: "you must be some sort of pygmi or something"! i just smiled. what could i say? i'm practically 5'3" i didn't think that was THAT short.
Could be worse. As I was home for the holidays, I was getting pleasantly drunk in one of the local dives. I went into the bathroom, and was having a perfectly delightful wee, when a mustached man of about 45 (and no pixie himself) clapped me on the back and said "You're a big kid! I bet you play football [the merkin kind]!" I responded "aw, not anymore [a baldfaced lie--I never did play football]." He then proceeded to ask me when and where I /had/ played football. After much stuttering and a couple more lies, I tried to leave, when he gruffly shook my hand (not having washed his own), introduced himself, and proceeded to ask if I used to block for Longwell (our town's sole export to the NFL--a kicker), to which I responded in the affirmative [another lie.... maybe I should get help]. hmm. Also, as I was home for the holidays, I became further convinced that Oregon is a much, much better place than Texas. Case in point: I've never met anyone who, never having left Oregon, proclaims it to be 'the promised land' or 'the best place on earth.' In fact, most of us complain about Oregon and how badly we want to leave until we end up in someplace like Texas, and find out that Oregon is really quite nice. with regard to all of us being tiny, I am not. I stand 6 feet, 4 inches (something like 1.95 meters) and I have mighty big shoulders (and a bigger waist than I care to admit). I would like to be small though--does that count? Incidentally, when dealing with tall people, remember that when we get things off of the top shelf for you, we are doing something nice, and it would be nice if you showed some sort of gratitude. Oh, and don't call us 'big guy,' we've heard it before, and it wasn't even funny the first time. regarding high school athletics, I swam. This resulted in no end of teasing and badgering from the wrestling team, the members of which apparently thought there was something scandalously homoerotic about swimming, but not about wrestling (even the Greco-Roman kind), though I still can't guess why. And so began my days of being just a little ashamed about what I do. You should hear the mumbles and stutters I emit while explaining that I'm a librarian. If any of you foreign types think /you/ don't like americans, imagine growing up with them. I often find myself muttering 'yeah, but they're /my/ dumb bastards.' To be fair, I'm not sure if it's just my countrypeople I don't like because I haven't really been anywhere else, except Canada, which is a lot more like the US than Canadians like to admit. There, I said it. uhm ok bye Will +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@missprint.org". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@missprint.org". WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+