On being weird...

It's been over a month...wow...
My poor lonely blog...it needs some attention.

I'm kinda weird, as You probably know, if you've spent any time reading this blog at all, or if you've even seen me, or heard me talk. That much I know is true.

However, does it make it worse that I work in a place where I am a minority just for speaking the king's English, and my regular vocabulary includes words like "peachy" and "chum" and "toodle-oo" and "salubrious"? My co-workers think so. ** For some reason, when your first language isn't English, and someone says "peachy" (meaning, of course, "cool" or "great" although I know that none of you needed to know that), you have funny ideas of what that might be.

Go ahead and imagine it for yourself... Forget all preconceptions and all knowledge about the colloquilal use of "peachy" and think about what would go through your head...

Aren't idioms hilarious? No? Well...Like I said, I'm a little different.

People give me the strangest looks when I start talking about how funny language is, but I can't stop it. It's just funny, and I can't get over it, so everyone's going to have to deal with it.

I also think the fact that my ribcage is compressible the most random thing in nature...I love it! I can entertain myself that way, just squishing it, and watching it retake its shape, and squishing it...etc, etc...ad inifinitum.

That, and when the juices in my stom....
oh wait...
I better not tell you about that, you might stop reading, if you haven't already :-)

Entertain yourself with the little things...go ahead, do it!

That, and nothing else is the secret to Hilarium ad infinitum...

** This is in no way a snub directed at my coworkers...they are amazing people, and I learn more spanish from them than from anywhere else.