13 December 2004

two, to, too for the price of one

mood: content
music: "automatic for the people"--r.e.m.
CPCetc: internet makes shibby times


So I was browsing Webster's Thesaurus because the thesaurus that I actually trust is downstairs and I'm lazy. And I found a rather interesting entry:

Entry: gay
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: homosexual
Synonyms: homoerotic, homophile, inverted, lesbian, queer

And I thought, "Inverted? What the hell?" So I looked it up. And this is what I got:

in·vert (n-vĂ»rt')
v. in·vert·ed, in·vert·ing, in·verts
v. tr.

1.) To turn inside out or upside down: invert an hourglass.
2.) To reverse the position, order, or condition of: invert the subject and predicate of a sentence.
3.) To subject to inversion.

As it turns out, Lord Sigmund used the term as a noun to describe homosexuals. It's not used anymore, but I still found it slightly ironic. And all of you know how much I love irony. *basks in warm glow*

In actual fact, I was looking for synonyms for "sodomy" because I've discovered that Laura has an aversion to the word "buttsex". Now I've decided to conduct an experiment on the affects of subliminal messaging. However, Webster apparently has no other term for sodomy. How very strange. *plots*



Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears).
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.




Off to do...something. Don't know what. *shrug*

Kiri! >^.^<


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